For someone with modern sensibilities like I assumed Trezlan would his blood chamber was surprisingly ancient looking. I'm sure it was because he was aping the style of something else, and once inside it would be all fancy technical stuff, but I was at least surprised by the outside. Of course the machines waited behind me, the implicit "or else" to my exploration. I was a little afraid when I presented my hand for genetic sampling, the machine that was hidden behind a boulder injected what felt like far too many needles to get the job done, but the lock did release. The door opened. I figured at this point the machines would kill me and go on in, but apparently the interior was also guarded against such a measure and so I alone would be the one inside.
"What is it you guys want again?"
"Source code, I believe its in there, something Trezlan claimed to have, it was only recently we had access to the memory logs regarding it." I didn't like any of this, let alone helping the machines, but I didn't have a lot of choices, and curiosity got the better of me.
"What would that look like?" I could almost here the machines voice sigh at me, but I didn't know shit about computers! During the war we hardly used them for fear the machines would use them to attack us.
"Well it would be data discs or storage probably by a computer or other technical device." The room was all kinds of books, scrolls, and other random garbage Trezlan had accumulated.
"Well how much time do you have because this shit is going to take a while."
"We have all the time in universe, you do not, do be thrifty." Easy for the machines to say they didn't have to sort through a relatives hoard like the worlds most specific archaeologist.
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