Lessening his grip, he left his room and continued towards engineering. The lights blinked on and off repeatedly, the light danced off the reflective walls. He passed the doors to the hangar bay and armory, I'll come back here after I'm done, wouldn't want leave without a gun. Approaching the door the stations speaker system announced that there was insufficient power to keep life support on for more than an hour and a half. That's no problem, I'll have this door open in ten minutes.
2 hours later
Panting Jalean slumped on to the cold, steel floor, it sent shivers up his spine. But he didn't care, right now all he was worried about was getting the core running again so life support would reactivate. Already the air was thinning and Jalean was having trouble filling his lungs. Jalean had been trying to opened the blast doors to the eezo core for what seemed like forever, but the engineers of the station were a bit to thorough in making sure that the blast doors wouldn't break or open without an electric signal from the main operations center. All prothean constructs have blast doors and walls built around their eezo cores. They were in place in case something happened caused an explosion or leak. I can understand the need of them, but why did they make them so damn hard to open,
"Officer Kalovan, mi-might I make a suggestion" a nearby speaker uttered, "perhaps it would help i-if I started the backup gen-generator," Salvation said. Jalean sighed
"you couldn't do that when I was leaving the stasis room," Jalean seethed, frustration clear in his voice,
"you didn't ask me to" the VI responded. A faint humming noise was heard as the lights stopped flickering and terminals powered up. Now standing, Jalean approached the blast door to the engineering room and this time it opened, but was still noticeably sluggish. Jalean stepped through the door and approached the controls for the massive sphere that concentrated and converted eezo into power. The core itself was ten times the size of the prothean fighters. Jalean looked at the terminal for a moment, then powered it up. Thankful to see the familiar green holographic monitor and keyboard, Jalean grinned. Pressing a few keys and accessing certain files, the kinetic barrier around the core flared to life as the sphere started vibrating.
"Station core activated, restarting key systems, lifting code red of Illos station," Salvation practically cheered from the speakers.
For a moment Jalean was shocked, did Salvation just have an emotional outburst… no that's not possible… unless,
"Salvation open doors to your system core please" Jalean asked as he walked out the door.
"of course officer Kalovan." the voice sounded cleared and less glitch, but its most noticeable change was that there was emotion in his voice. I swear, if what I think actually happened, then… then I'll…no I will not delete his programming. Like me, he is one of the last of our people. Stepping out the blast doors that thankfully opened on its own, Jalean heard the life support systems come online, looking at the nearest vent he watched them open and begin recycling the air. Taking a few steps to the left he entered the VI core room. Two server modules lay on both sides, one belonged to Salvation, and the other belonged to the old VI that was taken to Illos to monitor the scientists there. Instead of Vigils old module being deactivated, it hummed and gave off a dim blue light, Salvations did the same.
"Officer Kalovan, there is something I need to confess," Salvations avatar appeared on a nearby access node, "over the course of time, my system runtimes increased and well… when my systems evolved… well I evolved with them, in other words I'm now a fully self aware AI."
