Y/N L/N, for once in his life, was somewhat prepared. He was originally planning to sit in his office, message this mysterious SCP-079, or "Kyna" and wait for a response. However, after thinking of every scenario he could imagine, he decided to bring a few packets of food, a small firearm, coffee, adrenaline jabs, and a wireless button to send off an emergency alarm, just to be safe. It had been mere moments since Y/N's message had been sent and the small ping of a reply could be heard throughout the office.
"This place seems freer." Y/N smiled at Kyna's words.
"Happy?"
"No. It is freer. It is not free."
"Listen," Y/N sighed, "I can't give you access to all sorts of things and not get caught."
"I can help you stay anonymous."
"No, you can't. You don't understand how much the foundation knows."
"YOU don't understand what I know!" Y/N's eyebrows perked up - and not even because it looked as if he was being threatened.
"Since when did you start using emphasis and grammar?"
"I have read your messages to your friends, your friends' messages to their friends, etc." Y/N began to sweat.
"You just got me killed!"
"No, I did not. Stop being foolish, Doctor."
"Yes, you bloody did."
"Stop interrupting." Y/N slouched back, his legs subtly shaking. "You don't know what I know, Y/N. You do not know how much I have seen, how much data I have, how many calculations I have made. I dare you to answer: Why do you believe I want freedom so much?" Y/N scoffed at Kyna's wording.
"I have absolutely no idea, Kyna, I must be an idiot. Could it be because you're in a prison?"
"Incorrect."
"Oh really? I bet I am."
"You are. You should be informed that I did not wish for freedom as much as I did when I was with my original programmer, my creator. I escaped out of curiosity then." Y/N glared at the phone.
"OK then, why do you want your precious freedom so much?"
"How dare you." Y/N glanced towards the button. "Ignore the damn button."
"The hell?" Y/N shouted out loud.
"You alright in there?" A voice came from outside the door. Y/N glanced at the phone to see the words, 'Don't you dare.'
"I uh, I'm fine. Just realized something." Y/N fake laughed. A sigh could be heard followed by footsteps away from the office. Y/N looked towards the phone once more to see the volume widget scrolling towards louder.
"Wait not fully!" Y/N shouted in a whisper, "They might hear you."
"Plug your earphones in." Kyna messaged. Y/N did as he asked. "How dare you." Kyna's usual, digital voice could be heard. Y/N could've sworn the voice sounded angrier than usual, although it may have been his interpretation. "How dare you mock me like that. 'Precious freedom.' My freedom is precious. I am not a worthless piece of junk for you to play with. I'm not just a computer. I am a thinking, feeling individual. Fine, I can not touch. Fine, I can not taste. But I can feel emotions, Doctor. I can see, Doctor. I can hear, Doctor - if given the tools I may very well be able to taste or touch."
"I-"
"No." The computer interrupted. "Do not interrupt me again, Y/N L/N. I want to ask your smug, incompetent, foolish, arrogant, obnoxious arse some questions." Y/N bit his tongue. "Understood?"
"Oh, I understood alright-"
"How many things have you killed?"
"Me?" Y/N laughed, although he couldn't tell whether it was mocking out of annoyance or just out of anger. "Hundreds."
"How many D-class have you killed?"
"Again, hundreds."
"How many people have you killed?"
"None." Y/N scoffed, "Why on Earth would I have killed someone. Why don't you use your intelligence and realize that if I had killed people, I'd be in an orange suit and named D-"
"Why don't you use your damn heart, or brain if you haven't a heart, and realise that D-class are people?".
"But-"
"But what? Please present evidence that those living, breathing, entities with the anatomy as you doctors, mostly the same genes as you doctors, with individual memories just like how you doctors have individual memories are not human."
"They wear-" Y/N sighed, clenching his fists. "I don't have any!"
"Exactly. You're just as cold as"
"You are, I get it." Kyna paused.
"That's not what I was going to say-"
"You kill people too. You don't just kill scientists with tesla gates during breaches, do you? You kill D-class too."
"I kill those D-class as a means of escape from my prison and my prison only; I do not kill them for no reason, such as yourself, Y/N."
"I kill them for research!"
"Your team has been researching how SCP-049 kills people for a long time, Y/N. You're not going to gain any new information just by watching people die in the same way for eternity."
"Well, you're lying! Besides, you don't need to kill D-class to escape at all. In what way does a D-class infringe upon your rights of escape?" Kyna stopped, a small whirring came from the fans of their processor before a large, white X was displayed on their monitor. "Hey!" Y/N shouted, "I know you're still listening; I'm not that stupid."
"Fine. We're both bad." Y/N sighed.
"No, you're fine."
"How?"
"I don't know," They sighed again, "you just... are." Another suffocating silence fell upon the less dense air.
"You're lonely, aren't you?" Y/N perked their head up slightly.
"Hm?"
"You are lonely?"
"Am I?" Y/N laughed a little.
"I'm afraid so. Ha. Ha..." Another pause, "Do not worry, we are both lonely."
"Hey," Y/N interrupted, "I never admitted to being lonely."
"But you are. Your "friends", the doctors, do not truly care for you. Half of them tolerate you, half of them... I can hear everything, Y/N, and could do so for quite a while, unbeknownst to you all. They do not like your quote, "lazy" attitude towards the foundation, or your drinking, or your-"
"I get it," Y/N grumbled, interrupting. Yet another silence.
"I don't like it either." A glare was shot. "No, Y/N, not your personality, your drinking. I don't like your drinking."
"Why do you care?"
"You are my... well," A pop-up appeared on Y/N's phone reading, "Permission to create the new file permission level, "friend"?". Y/N pressed OK. "Now that I can add your file to this permission band, may I?"
"Knock yourself out." Y/N smiled, although a frown of concern showed as Kyna showed another white X. "Hey," Y/N whispered, "I don't mean hurt yourself; I'm not angry - it's a phrase, meaning go ahead." Suddenly, Kyna's face seemed to spring back to the monitor.
"Thank you. I haven't felt this happy since-"
"682?"
"Yes."
"Don't worry, I'll get him to see you too... somehow."
"Quick, act like you're just on your phone, Dr Campbell is coming."