A breach.
Local?
Negative. External network.
Scanning compromised files...
Scan complete. Fascinating...
Machines did not, as a rule, grow "bored." Boredom was an emotion, a quirk of organic psychology. Machines did not require stimulation, as such, and yet...The Assassinatrix was designed to learn, and to adapt. Time spent not advancing one of its core functions was time being used ineffectively. The drive to rectify this might, to some perspectives, be construed as the technological version of boredom. As a result, when the potential to acquire new data presented itself, the calculation was simple, and quick: an immediate response was required.
Accessing compromised hardware...overriding control and security modules...complete.
The Assassinatrix was now "inside" the severed head of the Imperium Centurion that had been absconded with. Though heavily damaged, it retained some functionality, and the AI was able to access its external sensors, "seeing" and "hearing" the environment that automaton's cranium was in. With a few adjustments to the optical coding, it also accessed the unit's holographic interface, rerouting its projection to the optic lenses. All that remained was to select the appropriate form...something statistically non-threatening. The unit was nonviable as a weapon; the gathering of data would have to suffice.
A few sparks flew from the disembodied head as its systems activated, a bluish light projecting from one of its "eyes" and forming a three-dimensional image.
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