A/N: My first fanfic. Usual disclaimers...I don't own any of the characters yada yada yada. I hope you enjoy the silliness to come.
Wednesday. 3:10. With regards to all the subjects of observation, the scenario appears typical for a meeting of the grouping designated the 'SOS Brigade' by the Auto-Evolution Prospect. The Time Traveller is performing her assigned mascot role dressed in the uniform of a maid while making tea for the other subjects. Why she is dressed in this manner in the clubroom cannot currently be ascertained. The initial purported reasoning behind utilising the Time Traveller in this manner was recruitment of new members. There are no potential candidates within visual distance. Speculate that the Auto-Evolution Prospect enjoys the spectacle for aesthetic reasons.
Idle conjecture. Stick to objective statements of observation.
In error, a loud 'tsk' sound escapes from the mouth of this interface in response to this interjection and order from the Data Overmind. Experiencing unusual tiredness and lack of self-control. Visible muscle twitches. Believe all these noted by the Auto-Evolution Prospect. Expression of curiosity. Ten minutes of lost memory still not recovered. Concerns about data corruption.
The subject commonly designated 'Kyon' looks in this direction. This interface returns to the body of bounded text currently designated as a prop to aid observation. A pleasurable if inefficient manner of accumulating data of tangential relevance. Errors decreasing in intensity. Run diagnostics later to ascertain cause.
Return to observation and transmission of pertinent data. Request resumption of regular synchronization to transmit data in a more efficient manner…
Request denied. Despite the reassurances and threat held over the Integrated Data Sentient Entity by the subject commonly designated 'Kyon', the possibility of deletion or radical behaviour modification renders this unwise. This interface is becoming irritated by this repeated request.
Frustration and anger are non-standard processes. Synchronization has a 98% possibility of terminating these errors. The Data Overmind is puzzled as to why this interface rejects remedial steps towards operation at full capacity.
Bewilderment is a non-standard process. Terminate yourself.
This reply appears to have temporarily silenced the Overmind. This interface is surprised by the intensity of her own insubordination. Behaviour is becoming erratic.
'Nagato, are you okay?' The subject commonly designated 'Kyon' is exhibiting signs of concern. He places his hand on this interface's right shoulder. Expression must somehow have betrayed inner processes. The Auto-Evolution Prospect grits her teeth and folds her arms. Presumably interpreting gesture as one of affection.
'Hey, the silent character's having a breakdown.'
She simultaneously exhibits characteristics of two emotional states; annoyance and intrigue. The subject commonly designated 'Kyon' appears angered by this response. Her lack of concern is...disappointing. But not unexpected.
'Haruhi! Don't just come out and say such stupid and insensitive things!' He looks into this interface's eyes for a moment. Apprehensive. Perhaps he has error-related concerns regarding imminent danger of irrational action of the order of the 'borrowing the Auto-Evolution Prospect's powers' incident…
'I am fine.' He does not look convinced but returns to his seat. The Auto-Evolution Prospect stares at this interface for a long moment.
'Yuki…' she begins. She sighs and shakes her head. 'N-never mind.'
The Auto-Evolution Prospect returns to her activities on the computer, muttering under her breath. It is at this point that something bizarre, unfathomable, and entirely contradictory to normal routines of data processing occurs.
Error.
Error.
Lights too bright. Pain. The book drops to the floor. The room begins to spin. Unlikely. Probable this is the sensation known as 'dizziness'.
Error. Error. Error.
The chair falls from behind. Kyon is shouting my name. How did he get so far away? The room fades to black.