Annnnddddd, just a little something I felt like writing out a bit ago.

Westworld AU.

"Do you know where you are?" John Weaver asked as he glanced down at the tablet resting against his knee, watching as the dialogue tree began searching for the correct response. Lucky for him - it came up with one rather quickly instead of going off coarse into something that would have meant he would have to spend the night working towards decoding and reworking her dialogues.

Regina was sitting in a cold room ( spine straight as an arrow, legs settled firmly together, bare feet pressed to the tiled flooring ) , body only slightly registering the temperature as it did to check weather conditions but currently — her frame of mind and reactions were on hold, coding instead rolling through the written responses before the voice from within her spoke out, mouth moving slow — synthetic vocal cords pulling chilled air into false lungs causing her larynx to vibrate before a monotone reply filled the empty air. "I am in a dream."

Replies were written up for many questions as was looking over others, such as anything pertaining to her not being real or being a robot. The word itself had a meaning within the code surging through her build, something made by man and not of cells or the like. And yet, this being often found herself thinking on memories she had been meant to erase, meant to allow to fade out like a dying sun at the end of a long Summer's day. They too were dreams; her coding told her — a pesky voice in a man's tongue that had long been forgotten until recently.

Golden, but paled beneath the harsh lights, skin remained unaffected to the climate as she sat bare before the person who had spoken, no goose flesh or similar afflictions raised any signs of noting the chill or bashful emotions because right now, she was unaware of being naked — right now she was unaware of any emotional strings having been written into her database. Dreams have no such triggers unless need be and these dreams often found her devoid of anything pertaining to the human condition.

In a miss it if you blink moment, the corner of her mouth twitched at the same time her thumb that belonged to the right hand did so. Glitches, her system noted, something had affected her playback in one way or another, jamming the responses and causing a hair pin trigger effect to take place every so often — the persona hard wired within her took no notice — but the computer, the artificial brain recorded everything and stored it away for later — within her logging thread.

"That's right, Regina. You're in a dream." Weaver states as he moves away from the dialogue on the screen and begins to look through the strings from the latest update. Felix in Livestock Management had said there was nothing wrong internally with the artificial organs and the like, so now it was his turn to look into it and not come out empty handed because if he did, he would never hear the end of it. In fact - he could very well lose his job. "Run diagnostics." He watched as everything began to light up on screen, a string of text upon each other. He clicked on the logging thread and began highlighting each moment the effect that she was currently having with her mouth and thumb occurred. "Can you tell me when you began logging error 22854?"

"Five days ago. Would you like me to pull up the first occurrence?" Her eyes were unwavering, lids unblinking as she sat there and waited for the man to reply so that her code could indeed pull it up for him. It had taken a split second for her to locate the first time error 22854 had been logged in her thread, even shorter to correlate each of them with an event that happened during which the error was recorded. "And the scene in which had been enacted?"

"Yes." He watched the error log pop up on the screen of the tablet and began sifting through the occurrence. What he found was something that caused heat to flash against the back of his neck, knowing someone was either about to get sacked really hard or in a big deep pile of shit. "Would you like to wake up from this dream?"

"Yes."

Within a second he had ticked something on the screen which shut down her responses and logging, causing a complete power off of her artificial code. Standing, he folded up the tablet and made his way out of the room. He would leave the model there for them to escort out of diagnostics to be put back out in the park. For now, he had to get to Dr. Ford and let him know someone was hijacking their code from inside of the park.