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The first thing that really computed was a loud wiring within my, or rather my host's, mind.
The next was the sudden overwhelming assault of human sensations that would have broken a lesser being. Pain, loneliness, love...
But I wasn't a being. I was a AI with a message. So I simply pushed it aside and got on with my task.
First I walked over to the nearest corner of the loops hallways, slipping through the thin crowd to draw minimum attention. Talking, explaining to these criminals, was not what I had been implanted for. Instead, I ran my host's hand over the metal walls of the corner in search of something I had seen a long time ago through anothers eyes. A lose piece of metal, barely the size of the average humans pinkie finger nail. Insignificant really, unless ingested.
When I found it, I gently pryed it away from the wall and placed it within my host's mouth.
Then I swallowed it.
It hurt a little, but I ignored it. I was not human. I was not weak. I had a message to delivery.
Next I walked over to the warden. Wren. 18 years old. Female. The receiver of my message.
I do not question why. Questions is for those that do not know the answers. I do not need the answers. Instead, I calmly walk over and stop directly before her.
"Hey Luka, what's up?" Wren asked.
I didn't respond immediately. Why should I? This... human, was-
"Luka? Is something wrong."
I opened my host's mouth to speak my message, but all the came out was the metallic taste of blood.
That was... problematic. Perhaps I should have wait until after I had delivered the message to dispatch this human. But there wouldn't have been enough time. Humans always panicked over such small things, after all. The warden would have tried to stop me.
No. Not me. I am a AI system. A machine to deliver a message to this primative being. The host must be infecting me.
I try again, forcing words that struggled to come, to form. But eventually, I manage.
"Y-you are in violation of the security protocol; All prisoners must remain in their cell at all time unless in the yard. The petition for violating this rule is imprisonment."
I stop. The words are clumsy and differ from the original message. Why had I changed the wording? It was adequate as it was. That was not what I was programmed for. But neither was what I said next.
"Run."