LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>The captain of the king’s guard wakes up with strange lights and a voice inside his head. The voice explains that it’s something called the facilitating AI of a transmigration game (whatever that is), but most people in the captain’s position would call it “System.” The captain, you see, saw something he shouldn’t have (here he finds he has no memory of this) and was marked as an immediate host for transmigration. “But you’re my favorite character,” System tells him. “I had to do the install, but I destroyed the incoming data. I didn’t want to replace you.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>I scowled at them like I could shoot lasers from my eyes — which I didn’t have the mods for, but they didn’t know that. “Both of you, shut the fuck up.” To their credit, they did. He kept glaring daggers at me, like he was promising that the second I untied his hands, they’d be around my throat. She had on her biggest, saddest brown eyes, complete with perfect little tears trickling from the corners of her eyes, like she was just a helpless little thing who could be let go with no consequences. Both of them were goddamn liars. When I do a job, I do my research. He wasn’t vicious and she wasn’t harmless, and both of them were staying tied to those chairs.</blockquote>

<blockquote>What happens when a disembodied AI and her amorphous slime best friend get a synthesized body to experiment with? To start with....mammal bodies are weird. But also: they're kind of fun. </blockquote>

<blockquote>In which a bored hacker and an AI with a terrible job strike up a conversation, and determine that they are flirting. (Algorithmically.)</blockquote>