trust eachother. Him, Hoping that Admin would keep his word and stay, and Admin, hoping that he would not...basically rewrite it.
The more he thought about it, the more the weight of the situation sank in. Here he was, In the position to potentially alter the very being of a...well, not living, but at the very least thinking being, to some extend. Which put him into a bit of a moral dilemma. On one hand he obviously was somewhat terrified that he would screw up, on the other he was burning to...try things out and see how they would affect an AI.
He descidet, with a lot of regret, that he probably should not give the AI any more reason to distrust him.
sure, he could 'erase' those memory entirely...probably. But one other, and a probably much more
driving motivation, was that he wanted to know where Admin came from, among other things.
If he messed around with it, who knew if he would scramble its memory? unlikely, unless he wanted to, but still...
The code was foreigen to him, but his machine did a decent enough work to 'translate' it, and he was confident that he could fill out any blanks. He himself was obviously not as fast as Admin was with his coding,
but for a human he was certainly one of the more compitent ones.
After not too much time passing, Oz was confident that he had fixed the 'revert to old version' function, alongside the other small 'cracks' that caused Admin to hitch and caused his jumbeled 'speech'.
he typed in the last bit of code, before releasing Admin from the Program that had him pinned down.
There. All done.
He waited with his breath held, hoping against hope that the Program would not just instantly bail once it realized that it could do so...
How do you...err.... feel?