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Bryan slowly came too, hearing the sound of glass scape against metal as he tried to look around. His vision was blurred as he tried to get up, more of the shards falling off of him as he carefully lifted himself. He could feel the trickle of blood run down his cheek as he tried to regain his faculties. The last thing he remembered was falling through the glass after Loki let him go, landing on Dr. Marcovi before he blacked out. There was no way he could tell how long he was out, and as he looked around he realized that wasn't his only problem.

There were half a dozen rubber creatures that surrounded him, and as he backed away he could feel the scaly body of Dr. Marcovi right behind him. As he blinked a few times to clear his sight he could hear the naga groan behind him, then suddenly let out a small gasp. The both of them went back to back, trying their best to keep all of the vulcanized monsters in their vision. "What are they doing..." Bryan asked the doctor as the creatures continued to stand and stare at them.

"I don't know." Dr. Marcovi replied, Bryan feeling him shudder slightly against his back. "By all intents and purposes they should have converted us while we were still knocked out. And yet..."

"We're still us." Bryan finished. "Maybe they're deactivated or something. Perhaps we should try and make a run for it before they sense us."

"Right... slowly then." Still with their backs pressed against one another they slowly got up, watching the still creatures as they got to their feet. Once they had successfully done so they moved in tandem towards the door, the naga leading the way. They only got a few feet though before the vulcanized creatures sprang into action, grabbing both of them and securing them in their grasps in a matter of seconds. They didn't use their tentacles, Bryan felt their beefy arms wrap around his arms and waist and immobilize him so thoroughly that he could hardly even kick out as they did the same to Dr. Marcovi.

Bryan shouted and cursed as he continued his futile struggle, though the more he squirmed the tighter their grasps became before it became hard to breathe. When the pressure threatened to crack his ribs he stopped, feeling an immediate loosening of their grips as a reward as they dragged him to the center of the room. In the back of his mind he still wondered why they didn't just convert them like the others, their behavior truly unusual as they wordlessly brought him up to the large glass cylinder. A small part of him still held out hope that he would somehow be spared, though as the door of the glass tube opened he began to fear they had something worse in store for him.

"Please tell me you know what's going on here!" Bryan shouted back as they forced him up onto the metal platform, quickly stuffing the husky inside.

"Amazing..." Dr. Marcovi replied, his jaw dropping slightly as he watched them push the canine forward. Even though he was held in place as well his scientific mind was piqued by the behavior of the rubber-covered monsters in front of him. "The GUARDIAN core was a living creature integrated into the machine, it appears they are replacing the one that Sibergon Labs took."

"What?!" Bryan shouted, stumbling forward as he was given one final push inside before the others let him go. He quickly turned around to try and escape, but by the time he had recovered the glass door had slid shut and sealed into place. The husky banged against the glass, throwing his shoulder and kicking against it in order to try and break free. But the glass didn't even scratch as he scraped his fingernails against it, the consoles coming to life as it detected the presence of organic life on the platform.

The naga could only stare in wonder as the screens flickered to life, showing the progress screen for integration of the newest subject into the mainframe. The last GUARDIAN core had taken nearly a year of cybernetic implants and grafting in order to become compatible with the machine, he knew without the proper prerequisite equipment a raw subject such as Bryan would only be trapped in the tube and the process would not move forward. But as he looked down at the screens though he noticed that not only had the programming begun to move forward but there were also strange images that began to flash on them, the corruption that had infested their mainframe spreading into the GUARDIAN control panels.

Bryan gasped for breath as he fell back against the side of the glass, utterly exhausted from his efforts. He could hear the machines above and below him whirring to life, his ears flattening slightly as he realized that escape was going to be impossible. On the floor he saw dozens of tiny holes open up, a black ooze flowing up from half of them while a silver liquid came out of the others. He stumbled to his feet, but by that time the liquid had already attached itself to his butt and the back of his legs. He could feel the scalesuit that had protected him up to this point dissolving away like it was made of paper, his tail popping out already half-covered in the stuff.

Fear quickly turned to panic as the liquid continued to rise; quickly flowing up past his ankles as the goop itself crawled up his body passed his knees. The conversion process had already begun to work on his submerged feet, Bryan grimacing slightly as he could feel his feet begin to grow as the thick rubber pushed into his skin. At the same time the goop that had eaten away the back of his scalesuit began to push inside his body, seeping into his muscles and relaxing his tight pucker before continuing in. He braced himself against the glass as he began to pant, the pleasure of the liquid latex penetrating him mixing with his and beginning to override his horror as the tube was filled up to his thighs and the material wrapped around and removed the scales from his crotch. He let out a soft gasp as his cock sprang free from the confining suit, though it was quickly enveloped by the thick rubber as the sensation of the warm, viscous latex against his sensitive flesh made him nearly go cross-eyed from the pleasure.

"No! I can fight this..." Bryan said through gritted teeth as he felt the rubber push deeper and deeper inside of his tailhole. As the level of the liquid rubber reached up to his abs he could feel his cock swelling and moving of its own accord, even though he couldn't see it he had to guess that it was now a foot long and completely ridged as pleasurable tingles continued to run up and down his length. "Have to help Hale..."

The husky nearly feel down as his legs buckled under him, though unbeknownst to him his knees had snapped backwards as he adopted a more digigrade stance. By the time he steadied himself again the rubber was up to his armpits on his body, tendrils of it reaching up to his shoulders. He could feel himself start to float slightly as the liquid continued to rise, trying his best to keep himself above the surface of rubber without exposing any more of his body to it. Meanwhile the rest of his soaked form continued to be altered while suspended in the liquid latex, his musculature continuing to swell as several openings appeared in his rubberized flesh.

The tube was nearly three-fourths of the way full when the ceiling opened up and several metallic hoses came down, most of them dipping below the goo aside from one that hovered in front of his face. It looked like a respirator, the metal cup lined with a rubbery material that glistened with slickness as it dangled just inches away from him. Before he could even react the metal tubes latched into his body, pushing into the newly created openings. Bryan let out a gasp as he could feel thin wires branching out from their locations, falling back into the pool of rubber where several goopy tentacles rose up and wrapped around his head to drag him under.

The last thing that Bryan saw before he was dragged under the surface was the respirator latching onto his mouth and nose, feeling it seal shut as he sunk into the tube full of rubber. He tried to hold his breath as he reached up to pull the hose away from his face, but before he could even lift his arms two more unseen metal tendrils snaked down and buried themselves into his ear. The husky thrashed as he could feel them not stop at just his ear but going all the way inside his skull as a sweet-tasting gas was pumped into his lungs. Control of his body began to slip away as he hung there suspended in the fluid, still able to feel everything as the latex permeated his form.

The rubber around his body grew thicker and forced him into a curled up position as images began to flash through his mind, strangely enough memories of him and Hale throughout the years that they had known each other. As the flesh of his mind was converted by the tendrils the memories began to warp slightly, emphasizing the times when he had come to the arctic wolf's defense and helped him through some rather difficult times. One time in particular kept reoccurring when Hale accidently caught the ire of some older college students who then chased him down into an alley, the three bigger males keen on beating the smaller wolf to a pulp. It had been pure luck that he had seen his friend before he disappeared; he had dropped what he was doing and quickly ran after them. Though with his help the two of them still had gotten thoroughly pounded on, they had defended themselves long enough to catch the attention of other pedestrians who broke up the fight before they got too beaten. As his consciousness began to fade he remembered exactly what he had said as they helped pick each other up; that he would always be there to protect him...

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Meanwhile outside the tube Dr. Marcovi waited in fear as he watched the husky become completely subsumed by the thick rubber that filled the entire tube. What he couldn't understand was why they continued to keep him restrained and not just convert him. Did they plan on making him into some sort of second core? He wondered what would become of him as the minutes passed by, his captors continuing to silently hold him in place as they waited for something.

Suddenly the black and silver liquid began to drain away, flowing back down into the machinery that it came from. Dr. Marcovi's jaw dropped slightly as the large metal cables suddenly went taut, a large shiny black and silver swirled sack suspended from it as the last of the liquid quickly drained away. He could almost see the husky's outline in it, though his body had become far different then the last time he had seen it only a short while ago. As he continued to watch the rubber cocoon it continued to stretch, the thing inside increasing in size as it began to move more vigorously.

It wasn't long before the latex skin of the sack ripped, a small torrent of goop splashing down as a huge creature fell to the floor with a loud thud. The metal hoses were still connected to his skin, which had retained the same patterning the husky had except for far deeper blacks and the white had turned to silver. Unlike the other vulcanized creatures however he also saw metal plates that had been grafted onto his body, mainly where the hoses attached to him as it covered him like body armor. It appeared that the programming that governed GUARDIAN had taken its role to a more physical level, turning the husky into a leviathan of muscle and metal as it looked down at Dr. Marcovi with glowing blue eyes hidden behind the silver lenses of the 'mask' he wore.

"Well, I suppose it is my turn then, isn't it?" Dr. Marcovi said stoically, though his voice quivered slightly as what used to be Bryan walk towards him. "I only ask that if you have anything Bryan in you left that you do me one last favor and let me record the data of my conversion. I'm still a scientist, after all."

There was a brief pause as the naga waited for their reply, and as he continued to look around he noticed that some of the creatures that had already started to stroke their mammoth members stopped mid-shaft. There was an eerie silence in the air as he slowly went up to his arm, pulling back the sleeve and revealing a silver band about half-way up his arm. He pressed down on the polished metal, a small hidden compartment opening up with several tiny buttons on it. With one flick of his scaled claw he activated the device, the analyzer now transmitting his biometric readings to the computer. He wasn't even sure if it was going to record anything, but if it did and somehow helped with his future freedom he didn't want to let his conversion go to waste.

"Alright, I'm re-" the naga's words were suddenly cut short as the huge, rubbery canine cock was shoved unceremoniously into his mouth. The other creatures had begun to crowd around them, though at the moment they appeared to be restrained in their actions as he unhinged his jaw to try and accommodate the length. As it began to bump up against the back of his throat it began to leak a metallic tasting liquid on his tongue, which almost instantly began to feel a strange heat as the substance began to convert his flesh. At the same time two silver tendrils slid out from each side of the former husky's groin, Dr. Marcovi shutting his eyes as they slowly slithered towards his head.

With his voluntary submission the scientist was able to experience his conversion far more introspectively then the others as he felt the thick latex strands press into his head towards his brain. He could feel his insides begin to rubberize as the cock in his maw began to slide down his throat, aided by his changed salivary glands that began to produce the same liquid latex as the creature in front of him. At the same time he could feel the organic material in his brain become altered as well, his normal synapses being replaced with something far more efficient as the rubbery material began to leak out of his mouth and earholes and spread across his scales.

As the conversion continued Dr. Marcovi began to feel something that he had only heard before from those that had been infected, the presence of another consciousness that had begun to fill his thoughts. His own thoughts and memories had started to become fuzzy, and as the alien intelligence grew in him the less he could remember his own self. While he should have been horrified at losing his identity, the other presence began to reassure him that everything was alright. His eyelids began to flutter slightly as he tried to hold on to see everything to the end, his body jumping slightly as his rubber-covered nose bumped against the husky's groin while his throat was stretched wide with its cock.

Why do you resist? A voice said to him. I can offer you a world of endless pleasure.

At the expense of his soul, the naga thought to himself, gaining a moment of clarity as his analytical mind kicked in once more. By then the rubber had almost completely covered his face, forming into a brilliant red snake mask with similarly tinted lenses covering his eyes. One of the other creatures, a young cheetah that had started working there as an intern if he wasn't mistaken, walked over to him with one hand on his erection as he knelt to the ground. With the flood of chemicals and latex seeping into his system he was unable to do anything as a rubbery digit found his anal vent, which was then quickly replaced with the creature's nearly foot long, pre-slicked member that caused him to moan around the cock in his mouth.

Slaves still have their souls; they merely give them over to another to serve them better. The voice replied. You will be the eternal servant of the one before you, your will and body are his now as he performs the essential role of protecting our soon to be master.

The naga felt his body grow more slackened as the soothing words of the strange voice continued to wash over him. Even with his presence fading from his own body he realized that the 'master' was Hale, though whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen. It became harder and harder to keep his thoughts as a third creature, a muscled hulk of a lizardman that had been in their HR department, crawled towards his serpentine shaft, which had grown completely erect from being stuffed in his mouth and vent, and began to lick and suck on it. As he continued to concentrate he wasn't even aware that his fuzzy thoughts had begun to shift and alter just like his rubber-covered body...

He had to keep his focus, the naga thought to himself as his hands went up to Guardian's, a brief tremor of pleasure shooting through his body as he used the husky's true name, hips in order to help him thrust into his stretched mouth. It was his honor to see to his every need after all as his loyal servant and slave, once more rewarded with more pleasure as the rubber from his head flowed down his shoulders and chest and connected with the red goo that oozed up from his vent as it was stretched and pounded. What scales were still exposed looked foreign and strange to him now, and he decided to ignore them as the rest of his crumbling resistance was washed away.

Joy began to fill the former scientist's being as he could feel Guardian's orgasm coming, which would seal his fate as his rubber servant. His thicker serpent tongue wrapped and licked around Guardian's cock as he allowed him to jam it as far in as he could, nearly reaching the naga's former stomach. With a few quick thrusts the floodgates were broken and Dr. Marcovi's shiny red body started to fill with hot latex seed. The cheetah and his own member quickly followed suit, the serpent shooting his first load of rubbery spunk into the lizardman's waiting maw that suctioned tightly around his cock to not spill a drop as he greedily swallowed it down.

Once they were finished the other rubber creatures slid off of their newest convert, all of them once more standing back at attention. The crimson and ruby colored naga quickly joined his new brethren, standing next to Guardian as they waited silently for orders...

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"This is it." Hale said as they reached a massive vault door, the words 'SYNC CONTROL ROOM' emblazoned in blue letters on the front of it. The arctic wolf braced himself against the cold metal of the door as he fished for the keycard that he had taken from Loki. He could feel his strength waning the closer he got to it, whatever connection he had growing stronger with each step. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could almost see the room, as well as the two conflicting AI's in it, before he would open them again and find himself once more in reality. It had gotten to the point where Slyph had to keep one of his arms draped over his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't accidently fall over or pass out.

"I know we're a bit past the point of no return." Slyph said as they heard the heavy gears grind away inside the thick steel walls. "But you don't have to do this. We could find a phone or something in this place and get the army or something to take care of it."

"I don't think the army could handle this..." Hale replied. "You saw what happened when they tried to kill those creatures with conventional weapons. Right now they're contained on this island, I can feel that something is keeping them from spreading outward, but if more people come here then they're just going to add to the horde outside. Plus the cure might be in there, one of those programs might be the key to getting rid of this whole thing once and for all."

The two were nearly blown backwards as the seal on the door was finally broken, the locks sliding out of the way and the huge slab of reinforced metal slid to the side. It seemed to take ages for it to retract completely, and when it did they were greeted with a dozen rubber creatures on the other side. Their transformative tentacles slid out of their bodies as their cocks became almost instantly erect, all of them moving purposely in their direction. Slyph looked backwards but knew that if he tried to bolt with Hale in his condition they wouldn't make it ten feet before they were on them. Instead he merely braced himself and Hale, ready to take whatever fate would deal them.

When the monstrous creatures were almost arms reach of them they suddenly stopped, all of them going ridged for a few seconds before going back into a neutral stance. Their tentacles retracted slowly into their bodies, a few drops of rubbery slime dripping onto the ground. Hale's body suddenly felt heavy in Slyph's grasp as he had to quickly reestablish his grip to hold onto the wolf. Suddenly the creature's visors began to glow slightly, as though something was illuminating on the other side while the leopard continued to hold his friend and wait.

After a few seconds Hale's head once more lifted up, his own eyes glowing with a light blue shine as a low growl escaped his throat. "Leave..." he muttered, his voice low and almost unnatural sounding. Without a word the creatures began to file out around the two of them, going out the door and into the hallway. Once the path was clear Slyph helped Hale into the control room before the heavy vault closed behind them.

"Hale?" Slyph asked nervously, looking down as his friend began to breathe heavily for a few seconds as the glow left his eyes. "You still with me there?"

"Yeah, I'm here..." Hale replied after a few seconds, shaking his head. "It was so strange, like I could see us through their eyes... all their eyes, not just the ones in front of me. They're all waiting for orders Slyph, there's nothing guiding them right now... Slyph?"

Hale looked up to see his friend with his jaw hanging open and his eyes scanning the area above him. When the arctic wolf looked up he gasped as well, the entire top half of the huge circular room was covered in screens. It appeared that all the information about the facility and the island was displayed on the screen, including messages concerning the jamming of all radio frequencies, how all units were awaiting final confirmations, and how all computer systems have been irrevocably corrupted. The biggest screen was a map of the world, with only Markis Island visible with nearly the entire surface of the image covered in red dots that represented a converted person.

"Ah, I see you made it." They suddenly heard all around them, the screens that were reporting the critical corruption replaced with the images of a black dragon or a raven. "Please step into the middle of the room, the SYNC command core link system will be lowered so that you can strap yourself in and meet us to resolve our little issue."

As they watched a small portal in the ceiling opened up, what looked like several pieces of gleaming silver armor dropping down connected by thick metal tubes. "I have a very bad feeling about this." Slyph said as he looked inside one of the bracers, the insides lined with a slick, very familiar looking rubber compound. "Dr. Marcovi said that Sibergon Special Forces removed the SYNC core..."

"I know Slyph." Hale replied, his hands shaking slightly. "I know what I have to do... I have to become the new SYNC core in order to resolve their dispute."

"What?!" Slyph exclaimed as he dropped the piece of metal he was holding. "Hale, this is insanity, we're one of the last two survivors on this entire island and you want to go and willingly turn yourself into one of them? We don't know what they're going to do to you, for all you know they just want to use you, corrupt you like they did everything else in this facility. Then when they have their new SYNC core they can expand their range and take over the entire world."

The leopard stopped and bit his lip when he saw the sadness in the wolf's eyes. "I have to try... for everyone's sake." Hale nodded up to one of the screens, visibly fighting back the tears as much as he could. "Especially his."

Slyph followed Hale's gaze up to one of the monitors, which simply read 'GUARDIAN system restored, identification: Bryan Sanderson.' The leopard could feel his stomach drop as he did a double take, reading the name several times before it sank in that it was their friend that had become SYNC's new defense system. When he looked back Hale had already stripped naked and begun to slide on the metal crotch piece. Hale shuddered as the slick material pressed against his genitals.

"Damnit, does everything this company make gear itself to arousing the people who try and use it?" Hale said as he felt the rubber wrap around his cock, increasing its sensitivity as causing it to grow harder inside its new confines. "No turning back now..." The same stimulating pleasure could be felt on his arms and legs as he slipped on the greaves and gauntlets, feeling them suction onto his body once he had them in place. The gloves and shoes came next; Hale found the silvery metal surprisingly flexible as he wiggled his fingers and toes experimentally, the latex lining filling the gap between his body and the strange armor interface pieces.

"Here, let me help you with that." Slyph said as he grabbed the half-piece of chest plate that the wolf was struggling with. "You know, with you doing this I'm the last untransformed person on this island. It's going to be quite lonely..."

"Well, if this goes wrong then you won't be in that condition for long." Hale replied, trying to smile as the silver chest piece locked into place around him. "Slyph... if it looks like I'm not going to make it, or if something does go terribly wrong, then smash as much of the machinery around here as possible and run like hell. I don't want this thing to spread any further because I tried to save people and failed horribly."

"Hey, what sort of friend would I be if I didn't?" Slyph said with a small hint of a sad smile on his face as Hale held the final piece of the suit in his hands, the helmet. "Hale, I'll be staying right here until you manage to resolve this whole thing. You're going to do this, I know it."

Hale merely nodded, his gloved hands running along the edge of the rubber lining of the helmet that would seal his fate. So far the rubber hadn't done anything to him other than press against his body, though there was also an electric tingling that caused his body to grow more and more aroused. He fidgeted with silver visor that was attached to the top of the helmet, looking nervously at Slyph. "Well, here I go..." he said as he leaned down to slide the cold metal over his head.

"Hey Hale..." Sylph said, Hale looking at him as the leopard bit his lip. "If you see Lark in there, tell him I'm sorry."

Slyph stepped back as his friend nodded to him before sliding on the helmet. As soon as the silver metal covered his head the wolf's body went completely rigid, as though his entire body was being shocked. At first Slyph was unsure what to do, but as he contemplated grabbing and dragging him off the platform he saw that the clear rubber lining had turned the same white as the wolf's fur as it began to spread. The screens that lined the wall suddenly all began to show the process of the SYNC core integration had begun. It didn't take long for the rubber to completely cover his body, making Hale look completely unnatural as the screens one more flickered back to their original configuration once the process was complete. Slyph called out Hale's name, but the wolf appeared completely unresponsive as the body stood there in a slightly slumped posture...

"Well it's about time." The black, latex covered dragon commented with a smirk as Hale blinked his eyes, adjusting to his surroundings. Once more he found himself back with the two AI's, and this time everything was crystal clear as he realized that he was still in the SYNC control room. "Having fun asserting your dominance over the others?"

"Now now, I do believe that congratulations are in order." The raven replied as he drank from a champagne glass that floated in midair as the dragon gave him one of the two he had been holding. "You've successfully managed to dodge hundreds of rubberized drones and had the strength of will to restore the SYNC core. Now only one thing remains..."

"Resolving your argument." Hale finished, looking between the two of them.

"Absolutely right, good boy." The dragon said. "With you our stalemate can finally be resolved and the one you choose can give some semblance of order."

"So once this is done, you can turn everyone back to the way they were?" Hale asked, his stomach turning slightly as everything that he had hoped for was about to be answered. "One of you can have the facility, and everyone else can go home?"

"I'm afraid not." The dragon replied. Those three little words caused Hale to nearly fall to his knees. Everyone who had sacrificed themselves for him to get to this point had been in vain, he realized. Plus now that he had restored the SYNC core with his own body they had access to the Sibergon Network, which meant that they could go anywhere on the planet and spread the rubber plague.

"Try not to be too down about this." The raven said as he landed on Hale's shoulder. "Try not to think of the conversion as a bad thing. Your new bodies are far superior to your old ones, nearly indestructible and practically immortal."

"But everyone is going to be nothing more than sex-crazed beasts!" Hale exclaimed, shrugging the bird off and sitting down on the metal lip of the raised platform.

"Ah, so that is what has gotten you so upset." The dragon said as he sat down next to him. "Well I have good news for you then. Once our issue is resolved you can relegate everyone's personalities back to them."

"Part of the conversion process is that the essence of a person, their thoughts and memories, is stored in the computer as a back-up if and when they no longer wanted to be a slave or servant." The raven continued. "Even though their bodies are permanently altered, the programming portion can easily be rectified with few side-effects. Since you are the main processor in control of that now doing such a thing would be a relatively simple matter with the help of whomever you choose."

Hale could feel the eagerness of the two rogue programs pressing against him as he mulled their words over. While it wasn't the most ideal situation, there was really no other alternative. Plus the more he thought about it the more that having their bodies altered was not so bad, the real problem was that right now everyone on the island were nothing more than slavering beasts whose only thoughts were to stick their cocks into something in order to convert them. "Alright, how do I resolve this then?" He asked.

"Just put that newfound power of yours behind one of us." The dragon explained. "By strengthening our program we can easily subdue the other and end this."

"If I may make a recommendation..." the raven suddenly chimed in, "it's because of the dragon's aspect of the rubber that this whole thing started to spread in the first place. If you allow him control then he will continue to spread until the entire planet is filled with latex creatures."

"At least I allow them their minds." The dragon shot back before turning to Hale. "If you choose the raven then you'll be servants forever, your minds and bodies bent into willful slavery to others for the rest of your days."

"You are certainly one to talk!" The raven said, his voice slightly angry though managing to maintain his even tone. "Yes, if you pick me then I will send a signal with that dimensional gate to my physical self and you will be given a life in my factory where you will work for me. But I will make sure that you are treated very well, the days you serve filled with pleasure, and the conversion of your world will stop here on this island. If you give power to him, then you'll all merely be slaves to his desires as his drones!"

"They are not drones!" The dragon also said angrily. "My people are soldiers, and they are given every freedom they want with the small exception that they do what I ask. In return I give them abilities and powers that you can only dream of. You've seen my work, those muscular hunks are merely the beginning of the pleasure I can bring to you. I'll even allow you to rule as my proxy on this planet."

As the two creatures continued their back and forth Hale rubbed the sides of his head. The amount of information he was receiving was staggering, and from the sound of it both options had their downsides. It sounded like they would get more freedom from the dragon, but then they would spread to the rest of the world and possibly others. The raven would give them peace, but they would have to serve regardless of their accommodations.

"Psst." Hale suddenly heard next to him, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest as he saw Bryan sitting there next to him. "Hey there."

The arctic wolf was just about to shout Bryan's name when the husky quickly clamped his muzzle, looking over at the two arguing AI's. "They don't know I'm here." Bryan whispered. "I found a back door program that GUARDIAN and SYNC shared, apparently the original cores were also lovers and secured an untraceable line to each other."

"Bryan, what should we do?" Hale whispered back. "If I don't choose one of these two then everyone is going to be trapped forever."

"Well, from what I could tell your power is the key to deleting one of them." Bryan explained. "But... with me here why don't you use it to try and get them both? With the corruption gone we might be able to restore normalcy to the world ourselves."

Hale looked over at the two programs, then back at Hale with concern. "I'm not sure, they're pretty powerful. I think we'd need more than just use to overwhelm them. Plus its risky, how do I know it won't just cause us all to become mindless rubber beasts? I wish I knew what everyone else wanted to do... I hate playing with the lives of others."

"Well... the raven said that everyone's personalities are stored here." Bryan said as he wrapped his arms around the wolf and leaned in close to his ear. "Try to listen for them... close your eyes and focus... see what they have to say."

Hale nodded and closed his eyes, trying to tune out the two AI's. As he calmed himself and sat in the reassuring presence of the husky his ears twitched slightly. He could sense the power he now had and used it to amplify the noise, straining to hear. Once he was tuned in he let out a soft gasp, listening to what the whispers had to say...