I Gave You All [Harkness|Butch]
He felt heavy, his vision blurred and twitched in and out of a burning blue static. Information was lost on him, his location, his identity. He lifted a stone hand to stare at it in confusion as orientation flooded through him. Words reached in his ears and he struggled to process them.
“Conclusive. Every variable created a similar result in each simulation. There’s no way to retrieve the solid technology. The synchronisation connection cannot be cut. The data has been retrieved however for further analysis and cleared from the synthetic database.”
Blue. It wasn’t a static but focused. Eyes, they looked to him from a recall and Harkness jolted in the confines, attached to the wires he had originally woke up from. Butch. Where was Butch? It was the only thought process that repeated over again as images of him slumping to the floor filled his mind, He couldn’t speak. The familiar feeling of simulated nausea and disorientated filled him.
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