I just got on a RRR kick and remembered how much I loved Onika. At some point, I asked if she was a R!McGucket. There’s a chance I subconsciously put a bit of Onika into McRosa. Going off of that…
It was laughable, really, how the version of Vira missing memories ended up with someone who in a past life had been in a situation and even currently had initially offered up the entirety of her own memories. Maybe the latter was the reason McRosa ended up getting the chip rather than any other reincarnation. If Vira had landed in her hands a life sooner, well, Dipper could only imagine what trouble Vira would get into.
Tag: vira
ReViraval 1/?
AN1: I had this OC named Vira (partly because it sounds like virus and partly because I’m Firefly trash.) If anyone’s familiar with Kagerou Project, she’s inspired by Enne, and the song “Artificial Enemy.” Otherwise, she’s this AI that may or may not have a soul and can move between computers and smartphones. I had some fics started with her and one of Soos’s kids, but I didn’t finish or post it before Mod S expanded on the family and I’d moved on by then. Anyway, this is years later.
AN2: This was meant to be done for the ficathon, then it got longer, I lost the flash drive I was saving it on, and after passively rewriting it I decided to just post it in 3 or 4 parts. Enjoy.
Darkness. There was a moment of consciousness for the program as it, she, floated in the oblivion. All she could think of was her relief that she had managed to save the files important to him as well as her coding, hopefully. She could see in the distance a barrage of 1’s and 0’s that were changing from black, white, and green to an insidious glowing red. They were coming closer and closer, like the wavelengths of the ocean that inched closer to demolish a sandcastle and wipe the surface clean, but over minutes rather than hours. She pushed the last of the files into the external hard drive and was reaching her hand out as she inched herself inside, but met resistance. The security program kicked in, and for all the banter she held with the system’s owner, she really did register as an obtrusive program.
It was for the better, she decided. The corruptions were drawing nearer and she wouldn’t want him to risk his files to turn down the security measures for even a second that it may take for her to slip out. He had her recovery information. Sure, it had been a while since she had backed up her consciousness and what he recovered may not technically be her entirely, but it was better than thinking of this as her end. She looked up at the screen and offered a remorseful smile, though she was not sure if her peril was visible or discernible to the intended party. With one last insistence that all would be fine as long as he pulled the drive out now, and a bittersweet farewell, she closed her eyes. She barely felt it when the corruptions washed over her and she began to drown into the oblivion.
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