Episode 7: Oversight

Fade in to Wash walking on a beach, and coming upon Carolina
Washington:
Facility is clear.
U.N.S.C. Wind Power Facility / Present Day
Carolina:
Find anything?
Washington:
Nothing we didn't already know.
Carolina:
Figured as much. This place was a dead end.
Washington:
Sorry boss.
Carolina:
The structure we're going to next. You're positive our target was there.
Washington:
I know what I saw, that's why it's on our list.
Carolina:
But I know what I saw. And it doesn't make any sense.
Washington:
All the more reason to investigate.
Carolina:
Alright then. Let's go. Let's go find C.T.
An incredibly nice dissolve to the distant past
Longshore Shipyards (FOB) / Many Years Ago...
A bird lands on a water jug floating in what I suppose is water, then gets shot by a sniper
Chairman:
(voiceover) To the Director of Project Freelancer, Doctor Leonard Church. Dear Director, allow me to introduce myself. I am a representative of the newly formed U.N.S.C. Oversight Sub-committee. Our organization is charged with the protection of high level assets of the military, one of which recently went missing. These assets are entrusted to our programs as a privilege, not, as a right. As such, they will be safeguarded with the utmost care. In these dark times, mankind has the opportunity not only to prove its humanity, but to earn it.
While the Chairman is doing his voiceover, some stuff happens. Rewinding and picking up at the sniper shot:
Sniper:
Nailed it! That's what we call a bird's-eye.
Wash and the yet-unnamed blue Freelancer emerge from the ...water?... back where the bird got shot. Behind a milk carton that says "OMG! This shit is so healthy! -Cow"
Several soldiers are milling around. Some are sharpening their blades, some are spray painting the ends of their miniguns yellow
A helicopter flies overhead from Wyoming and the blue Freelancer
Wyoming:
Well, third craft this afternoon. Let's see who else is arriving.
Chairman:
(voiceover) I look forward to a long, and mutually beneficial relationship for our two departments. Yours truly, Malcolm Hargrove, Assistant to the Oversight Subcommittee Chairperson.
The helicopter lands and C.T. gets out, among others. A blonde female soldier (whom I'll call "Blondie") has taken off her helmet
Soldier:
It's her.
Blondie:
Can't believe he trusts that bitch after what she did to us.
Cut to Wyoming's view through the sniper rifle, watching C.T.
Wyoming:
There she is. Come in Command, tell the Director she's here.
The Leader:
What is it?
C.T.:
It's nothing. Come on.
Cut to the Mother of Invention
Counsellor:
Congratulations Director, another successful test.
Director:
A new fragment was harvested this morning, Counsellor. Find it a match.
Counsellor:
This morning. That is ahead of schedule.
Director:
Our time grows short. Find it a match.
Carolina:
Director, Wyoming reported in.
Director:
And?
Carolina:
You won't like what he found, Sir.
Director:
Agent Carolina, information never displeases me. It's ignorance that I find unforgivable. Report.
Carolina:
It's like you said. C.T. is with them.
Director:
You know what to do. I do not need to remind you how valuable our technology is, Carolina.
Carolina:
She doesn't have an A.I., Sir. And she wasn't exactly the best agent.
Director:
C.T. will be an acceptable loss. But her armor must not fall into the wrong hands.
Carolina:
I understand. Will we be the only force that's sent out on this mission, Sir?
Director:
Leave personnel decisions to me, Agent. Just do your job. It's time to cut the head off the enemy once and for all.
Carolina:
Yes Sir.
She looks at the board and sees Texas ahead of her, and leaves
Cut to present day, with the Blues talking in front of the windmill
Tucker:
So how do you even know this Carolina chick?
Church:
Oh, Tex used to tell me stories.
Tucker:
You mean tell Alpha stories.
U.N.S.C. Wind Power Facility / Present Day
Church:
Oh yeah, I guess. You know, h-whatever. I-it's hard for me to know whose memory I'm in.
Caboose:
Oh yeah, same thing happens to me with things I'm in. Like my helmet. That's why I wrote my name on the inside of it. I used my tongue. That was hard to do. Now I can't pronounce my p-gnai.
Tucker:
So, how many, people are you?
Church:
H-I don't know, a bunch I guess.
Tucker:
Are they all assholes?
Church:
Hyeah. A dozen different fragments, we all have the same shitty circle of friends. Lucky us.
Back to the past, where Theta is putting on a fireworks display for North
North:
That's really great, Theta.
Theta:
Thank you. I worked super hard on it.
South:
Ugh.
York:
Hey Theta. You mind if I talk to North for a second?
Theta:
Uhh, okay.
York:
Need you to shut down while we chat, okay? Delta too. You know, it's the rules.
Delta shuts down
Theta:
North?
North:
It'll be okay. I won't talk too long.
Theta:
Alright.
Away goes Theta
North:
What's up?
York:
I need to ask you about something.
North:
U- okay, shoot.
York:
I need to ask you about the Alpha.
North:
Where did you hear that word?
York:
Same place you heard it. Up here.
Oh, he's pointing at his head, by the way. And Wash is there, with a drink with a silly straw in it
Washington:
What's an Alpha?
York:
Wash, are you eating inside your helmet?
Washington:
Maybe. Delta said they got the helmet waste disposal out of beta, and that it would make my eating more efficient.
York:
He-hah, and you believed that? Maybe he is getting more personable.
North:
It's not an Alpha Wash, it's the Alpha. Theta thinks about him a lot - more than thinks, really, he's, he's obsessed.
York:
Delta too. You know how all the units call each other brother? They call this one father. No, that's not right.
North:
Creator.
York:
Yeah...
Washington:
I thought the Director would be their creator.
He's eating a banana now. With his helmet still on
York:
Haven't you been paying any attention in class? A.I.s aren't created, they're copies of someone.
North:
But our A.I.s are just fragments.
York:
Which begs the question, where's the original?
Washington:
So this Alpha thing is what, creates the fragments.
York:
Jesus will you swallow for God's sake.
Washington:
*swallow* It creates them?
Now he has an apple too. At least he's eating healthy. Grif could learn something from that
North:
Yea- Theta isn't clear, it creates them or, something.
York:
Yeah. It's the 'or something' part that has me worried.
 

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