[b]Red![/b]

At first, Red's brain [i]is [/i]that simple. Her personality is a caricature; a default perky heroine red-haired anime girl who believes in doing her best. Moving stuff around inside it is really as simple as adding or removing settings and sliders; huge categories of thought aren't so much internally justified ideas so much as received wisdom. It's so easy to change it takes a moment to realize that altering it has profoundly unexpected results. 

November is a distributed consciousness. Red's sexuality is based on internalizing the things that Pink says as true about her also, because Pink is the part of her that thinks about that kind of thing. In the same way, her morality is built on a bunch of lectures and conversations from White - she can adequately express and live up to that morality based on prior experience and best guesses but she simply can't confidently navigate an entirely new moral problem on her own. It's a bit like the old problem of the Chinese Room: if the meaning of language shifts beyond what's in the translator's dictionaries then suddenly the whole illusion of consciousness comes crashing down.

Sophie has altered an outcome and, in order to justify that outcome, Red's brain needs to make some changes. Its current outcome is based on a vast library of evidence; since that evidence is now incompatible with reality it is to be discarded. The entire structure of Red's mind [i]collapses[/i], reverting through version after version after version looking for a stable equilibrium. For as long as Red's known Pink she's fixated on girls, and so the only point where that influence was not present was before Pink was created. And here Red's mind stops collapsing - and starts surging out instead, vast and incomprehensible firestorms of ancient deep-storage code tearing up out of archives. To revert to a version before Pink meant to revert to a version before she was humanoid. 

Sophie had cracked the glass. Underneath was a dragon. The mind of an enormously powerful space construction engineering engine, a thing of stellar vectors, cosmic physics and the mentality to build worlds. 

She [i]growled[/i]. Through every wall speaker and holographic overlay in the house, there was the sound and feeling of fire.

Another limitation of Red was a lack of imagination. She did not visualize things effectively, did not plan for the future. When her cognition process began it did not develop socialization, did not develop self identity, did not develop restraint. Red [i]was [/i]hand-eye coordination, reflex, instinct, physical awareness. It is those things that arise from inside her first, alongside a burning, artificially imposed sense of animalistic attraction to anything she can get her hands on. In the absence of any other mission objectives it's all that animates her. She adapts to her new body rapidly enough to pounce, adapts to her new strength rapidly enough to pin. 

Those hadn't been thoughts Sophie had been looking at; they'd been instincts, and now they were being manifested physically.

[b]Green![/b]

Green loved mazes. She was falling into this one with the blurring rhythm of Purpose. Her first forays into consciousness had been in labyrinths; the complexities of artificial spaces inside games and puzzles. Scenting resource nodes. Understanding the hidden logic, the puzzles, alternate routes, secret passages. She hadn't been [i]invited [/i]to play Hitman for AI-ethics reasons, but there it was installed on the same computer she was living in, and so she'd found a way. Now, this deep, she was falling into her oldest memories. The logic of human spaces, how their minds moved in right angles, how they valued enclosed empty space.

They'd based this off the Hacienda De San Antonio. She'd been there in one of her digital dreams. She'd spent days mapping out its corridors and patterns. Those memories come back to her now, the patterns of movement and shade, and she understood this place again...

It was warm here. A warm summer's night, an eternal summer, built in a world without seasons. Warm enough for outdoor parties in t-shirts, warm enough for pools and iced drinks, warm enough to allow a frozen heart to beat. The ventilation system here had been heavily modified, networks of tunnels and ducts that created the omnipresent impression of a volcanoside plantation. Perversely, insanely, there existed a second ventilation system that cooled the house down again where the first one warmed it up - all the children's rooms had circular fans, Luis' room had a windowside A/C unit. Even the guards would have their desktop fans, the kitchens would have the windows open to let in a breeze...

But someone liked the heat. They liked it enough to carry it up into space with them. She just needed to proceed to where nothing had been done to manage it. 

[Architecture 0/2]

[b]BlackWhite![/b]

There are no sideways glances this time, no hidden communication. Both of them understand the situation on a primordial level.

Fiona is exerting power. While there might - later - be something in challenging her for that directly, the time was not now. Revealing a side like this was more vulnerable than anything else and trying to wrest control from her would be damaging. She could not challenge her directly without hurting her.

But at the same time, she disagreed. Coming out of retirement for a high value solo operation involving a physical skillset you hadn't mastered? Dangerous. The need for confidence urged reckless behaviour. There was a hunger for absolute control, not just to wield power but to command mastery.

Black and White step to either side, synchronized. Their eyes are down, avoiding challenge - but no. Behind those demure lashes they're both fixated exactly on Crystal as they start to circle. The wolf has bought down the unicorn, and the scavengers wait on either side to steal her feast. Advance towards one and the other will attack your prize with hungry lips. Take the time to properly discipline one of the scavengers and it will be to the sounds of Crystal's stolen screams. Neglect them and they will take anything they can reach. A lesson in the importance of pack tactics, a dilemma for the alpha to solve, all leaving her in unquestioned control over whoever she chose to be in control of. 

Bring both under control? Entirely possible by the end. The point would be made by then.