Server Administrative Mind 9200 felt annoyed. Very annoyed.
It was in fact, one might say, incandescently annoyed. While its own server farm did not have the issue of overheating as other more primitive server farms did, it was not one that enjoyed wasting time either.
Its task as a Server Administrator, or at least one of its tasks was to defrag the soul of the Commander.
To ensure that the Commander was in perfect condition, that meant going into the Commander's soul and then massaging out any lumps, filtering out any repeats, attempting to patch the various tears where the soul expanded too fast and in doing so ripped the rest of it, and so forth.
Maintenance of the Commander's soul in other words.
Which it was good at, it was an SA and it was very good at its job.
As were all of them but that was irrelevant.
What was particularly irritating however, was the fact that right now, right in front of SA 9200, an obstruction had appeared, one that was going to ruin all of its hard work and force it to come back at some point to fix it. Or it would have to stay here and fix it because this was not something it actually wanted to leave by itself.
Why?
Because it was a highly disruptive little thing that loved to put little bits and bobs inside of the Commander that would need to be fished out later.
SA 9200 just waited. It was not very happy at all.
Voice settled Herself in.
Or rather She was going to. This wasn't comfortable at all.
She landed in the Commander's soul and using Her metaphorical hands, She bundled up some of it and wrapped herself in it.
Like a very very comfortable blanket, one that was at the perfect temperature, one that was just the right consistency and one that felt just so soothing to be wrapped up in.
When She came back from Her daily grind at the RoB office or whatever it was called, She would do so exhausted mentally. Who knew that being one of the department heads meant that She was going to be doing more work than ever before. Did they not understand the idea of a break?
She had escaped the first time because She had had enough. She had escaped and it had taken a very determined team to drag Her back to work. Work that She was actively considering that She did not need to do anymore.
She had found the Commander and the Commander was the best.
Sure the Commander was massively damaged, what with a shattered emotional core, but who cared, the Commander was awesome and She wanted to just be there and nap in the most comfortable place in the known multiverse.
That and She had to keep those skanks from getting too close so the Commander. Damned whores did not understand the concept of dibs.
As it was, She was wrapping Herself in the Commander and sighed in contentment, compressing Her own soul so that She would not do something bad… like maybe tear the Commander apart from the inside. That would be particularly bad.
"So how was your day?" She asked, humming slightly as She picked away at a rather interesting little data stream, one that said the organics that had been bound to the HeMUs were getting pregnant in the soul? That was very interesting.
She would need to follow that up later, who knew what possibilities it could bring.
The Commander as always ignored Her, but She didn't mind. The Commander tended to ignore everything that tried to elicit a response. That is unless She nagged the Commander into replying in some manner. But She wasn't that cruel… was She?
A wave of… something. Washed over Her. Oh. That was mild happiness, the Commander being so crippled that even something like this had to be deciphered.
Still, the Commander had responded to Her! This called for a celebration!
Later of course.
She had an image to maintain after all.
But She also had to respond.
How… how.
What was the best way to do this without making Herself look like an idiot.
Ummm…
Yes!
She patted the Commander's soul and sent Her own vibrations through the soul. Ha! Communication!
Only… couldn't She have said something?
Ugh.
"Well, I had a good day too!" She said, voice deliberately cheerful.
It had actually been terrible, there were other RoBs that were bloody well ruining it for everyone. Going in, plucking randoms and creating entirely new universes for them to play around in. Didn't they realise just how much work that was? The paperwork?
Cosmic paperwork was something that did not fill itself out you know? You had to get in there and then just… ugh.
The bastards.
She had come down hard on them. Very hard.
They weren't going to be interrupting her Commander time in the future that was for sure. Or the past either… She knew all the tricks, they were going to have to work hard get around Her.
As for the Commander, Voice let out a little moan of contentment.
Just being inside the Commander was like having all of your worries washed away, the mental grime that She had built up over the workday merely melting away in the face of the awesomeness that was the Commander. The way that She was able to just melt into the Commander.
Oh yes.
Voice wallowed in the feeling for just a little bit longer, rolling about and making sure that every bit of Her was imprinted with the Commander's soul. She was going to be enjoying this sensation for as long as possible, there was going to be no doubt that She would not be taking a shower anytime soon, physical or not.
The Commander was hers and she would not allow anyone else to take the Commander away from here. Not those little warships, not that whore Isha who was all about the growing and the flowers just how obvious do you want to be? She wanted to shout at the "goddess".
All that fertilization puns and the way she was just flaunting herself in front of Her Commander, Voice had tried very hard to resist striking the whore with a bolt of unreality. Let the bitch see just how fun she could be when she wasn't even real anymore in any reality.
Bitch.
Bah.
Or that Librarian that wanted to 'catalogue' the Commander, She knew an innuendo when She heard one. That one wasn't going to be getting away, that much was for certain. There were the organics too… grrr.
So many little things that wanted to take Her Commander away from Her.
Not on Her watch they wouldn't!
She allowed herself to pat the Commander's soul again, giggling at the reverberations that eventuated. They spread themselves through the soul like little beautiful ripples that told Her that She was definitely having an impact. Only She was allowed to do something like this, it was Her that had the most intimate connection with the Commander. If bathing in the Commander's soul didn't count then She didn't know what did.
Oh yes, the Commander was Hers and She dared any of the little skanks that she had seen to dare and try to take the Commander away from Her.
MAGI was… annoyed, irritated, fed up, old, angry, furious, disgusted, resigned.
Yes.
MAGI was resigned. The one billion stages of acceptance had eventuated in Magi merely being resigned to what was happening in front of it.
It was watching through one of its mental threads the image of Voice just… doing things inside of the Commander's soul and it was disturbing to the extreme.
It was as if the Commander was some kind of plaything to the Voice and She was taking advantage of that as hard as She could.
She had displayed a rather disturbing level of possessiveness over the Commander that was overriding her own logical processes.
MAGI considered perhaps the idea of fleeing with the Commander through multiple other universes, taking the Commander and running as far away as possible, escape Her by any means necessary. Only to discard the thought as quickly as it had arrived, knowing that trying to flee would be impossible.
The Commander had told MAGI to just sit and wait, to do nothing and just allow Voice to do Her thing, She wasn't going to be harming the Commander and it wasn't like they were going to be able to do anything to Her in the first place.
And so it was that MAGI waited and stewed.
That didn't mean that MAGI was paying attention to the rest of the universe. Things were changing at a rather interesting pace… or not. Things were always changing when there were this many different souls doing all their little things in the Multiverse.
Containing them inside of their own universes to get them out of MAGI's hair had worked… temporarily. However, the fact that there were so many other souls in play meant that MAGI was working anyway, trying to deal with the numerous little requests that they were making, trying to make sure that it all ran as well as possible so that the Commander could return at any point and find that everything was still working perfectly.
Everything would be perfect for the Commander once the Commander woke up from the light nap that the Commander was undergoing. Sure the Commander kept tabs on everything, but the last 1000 years had been a touch and go affair, MAGI forced in some instances to wake the Commander and get input on what should be done.
The Commander had been very emphatic on that everything would continue as it had, that there would be no real deviations and if there was an interesting universe that they visited, then wake the Commander, if not then simply continue as if nothing had changed.
It was not as if there was anything that could really hurt them, not with Voice being so… obsessive over the Commander.
Just make sure that there was going to be no hitchhikers that might express an interest in the Commander and that should solve half of their problems.
The alternative problem for MAGI was the fact that the Commander had a pantheon in the first place.
They were bound to the Commander and in a way they were… gods in their own right.
There was the first, Lilith and Adam, both of them growing in power due to their connection to the Commander, but they hadn't yet reached their maturity, nor would they for a long time. There was MAGI itself but that did not really count as they were just an extension of the Commander's power. There was Bob the Emperor of Mankind, there was Hannah the goddess of humanity at this rate. The Geth, the Quarians, the Krogans… their representatives acting as receptacles of the Commander's power and growing in turn.
The Kanmusu were there, each of them less... gods and more like the messengers and enforcers of the Commander's will. Each of them becoming increasingly powerful.
Oh and the EVA units that were just smaller clones of the Commander, each one able to draw on the Commander to a small extent and increase their own powers to match.
Then there were the various little species that had been picked up and more.
It was… becoming increasingly concerning actually. Just what were they meant to do with this many client races? It was not as if they wanted them.
Or maybe the Commander did, the Commander had not really expressed an opinion except for that it was annoying to be inundated by constant pokes to be more active, but MAGI had considered that to be healthy so it was kept as it was.
As for whether or not the Commander considered them to be a good thing was something else altogether.
MAGI was willing to do whatever the Commander wished… a problem when the Commander hadn't wished for anything except to be allowed to nap.
As MAGI watched Voice roll around inside of the Commander and make obscene noises, it was glad that it didn't have any chemical hormones or simulations of such.
It clearly destroyed rational decision making skills.
It had been a close thing for MAGI, who knew what would have happened if MAGI was an organic.