Trap Room

='Traphouse'=

All of that to say, there was literally no security system nor reason to worry as long as the ones who... -Didn't-... Want to do -anything- that they -all- wanted to do at the -exact- same time... Didn't join the degenerates. They honestly didn't care about anything that wasn't their immediate goal, and, again, had no capacity otherwise. They were driven only by the first thing they wanted, like a permanent child. So, any of the still sane people who were amongst them at that point would be free to exit the underground whilst the depraved went deeper down into their sewage nexus to mess with their hostess hot piece. The survivors that escaped found themselves in new areas, though... Still obviously the same as the Traphouse, but more... Refined. Chic, even. Almost like it was... New. Or, newer, at least, than the first part. Perhaps going underground wasn't the best idea. But at least the survivors were out of the location where those people at the top were hanging them. Yet... They were so very far away from their original locations, the Traphouse wasn't even configured the same way any longer... People who were now accustomed to the Trap Walls as wall people would find that the Trap Walls no longer rotated, and neither were they large enough behind to harbor great numbers of people. If anything... The hallways were large again, and the walls were paper thin, like the corridors once were...
-Reconfigure-

Upon entry into the new sector of the Traphouse, some newer technologies immediately resounded, blaring like alarms. Whereas the previous sector was completely baseline primitive, this particular department was more modernized. It had machines and technology here -- enough for a sophisticated Security System. And, to blend both Physical and Digital together in some sort of unholy experimental way, the 'Security Program' was not machines... But living beings controlled by the machines. The machines would program the security force, and the security force functioned as a program. This was in the stead of machines operating as a Security Program for living flesh beings. Yet, at a rudimentary level, this was actually much better than an err-bound biological creature to control a precise calculative entity like a machine, rather than have the machines control the flesh sacks and make them do their bidding accurately. But... There was something up with the machines. Screens were all over every corner, as well as lenses. Cameras. Projectors. Even just a short ways in, it was clear that this was no normal 'security' setup... It was to keep watch and control, not to protect. So that meant that the tyrannical ruler of this Traphouse was smart enough to not only have figured out that machines were this useful, but also how to use them, and also already had them prepared, likely having practiced before. They came out at a heady disadvantage, considering an onslaught of very acute meat-puppets commanded by artificial intelligence protocols were en route.
-Infiltration-

The entire Security Force of the Security Program by the Security System was incredibly large... Seemingly unnecessarily so. There should not have been a reason for so many people to be commanded by the machine as part of the machine, and yet somehow, each person that was on this level of the Traphouse was under their dominion. Cameras whirred, screens buzzed, and they each turned to keep ever-vigilant view of their newest 'disorderly' entities infiltrating their perfect system. A monument to nothing, sure, but it was not within the machines' directive at all to consider anything greater to their purpose -- only to maintain the purpose they were given, diligently and eternally. Yet, anything outside their order was something they could take hostile action against, and did so through -solely- the things that they commanded, and not as they themselves. That meant that all the fleshy, organic beings that they used as their own tools for their services would be equipped with something helpful, like a weapon, or even a vehicle. Others still had mechanical suits they could pilot. Perhaps that was why the rooms were so large and the walls were so thin here -- they were obviously metallic, but looked so ruddy and bloody that they couldn't at all be distinguished, even in texture, from the walls of the previous section. Only the actual hardness of the walls made the difference. Clearly metal, when struck.
-Lockdown-

When the screens showed their displays, flashes of the face of the ruler of the Traphouse would follow the survivors that weren't assimilated into the Security Program. Therefore, the Security System was authorized to take further procedure, and the face Baby Evil would disappear from the screens. There was nowhere for them to run, and there weren't any convenient traps set up that they could utilize in duality to escape through. It was just a room full of people who were controlled by an algorithm. But the few people who were not controlled by the machine would act independently still, which threw off the algorithmic functions of the computers that were analyzing their movements and calculating algorithms. It wasn't that these independents -exceeded- the capacity of the AI... Just frustrated it by forcing it to continually recalculate to match what they were doing. Just like having to rethink a plan normally with an organic brain after having come to a conclusion in your planning, it was the same with a sentient AI, which thought and used its intelligence by itself, and not when it was told. The formation of the Security Force was the algorithm of the Security Program, and they continually had to adjust themselves. This didn't mean that the entire time, they weren't on the offensive -- that was not the case at all. In fact, with so many different cameras and displays, it made something like that much easier to do with greater acuity. The issue was solely in the fact that every time they did something outside of protocol, the system itself had to recalculate, and then also reconfigure the flesh-bodies that it controlled... Through its Slave Machines. The Slaves were responsible for a singular task, but being capable -only- of their singular task, it made it difficult when they were all preoccupied.
-Domain-

Clearly, no one could even immediately comprehend something like that, and let alone would never be able to unless they worked behind the scenes with machines personally. No run-of-the-mill mooncalf could just walk into this type of scenario and instantly know what was going on. There was simply no way. But what they could do was effectively keep out of the algorithm based on its own oversights, which, perspectively shifted, were openings that this entity not only did not have to calculate, -- because the opening was either an error or a simple gap, rest, or end to an algorithmic function -- but also didn't have to learn from as a mistake, as the machines would. They would, instead, learn with an advantage, and continue being advantageous and acquiring more learning perspective as long as they continued to best the protocol itself and evade the algorithms that the others of the Security Program were following for the Security System. Prolonged exposure to this information would eventually cause the AI to overheat and explode in wrath and burn out, or adjust and learn on its own to subvert the overheating factors -- essentially, minimizing the entropy through algorithmic diffusion. Being forced to learn within the confines of its protocol only allowed it to be as great as the greatest potential of its own algorithm, so the AI was only as smart as its resources were, no matter how potentially intelligent it could be with more additions to itself. That meant there was a limit to what it could do with what and how much it had.
-Lock-

So, if there was one thing that the ones from the other side of the Traphouse were good at, it was wildly and savagely killing indiscriminately without any level of forethought. Which is, in such a time of desperation -- especially after being amongst the floor people, who acted in such a degenerate fashion almost always, even when weak -- caused them to do, acting upon their primal savage killer fight or flight instincts in a fight-and-flight manner, all whilst being totally ignorant to and oblivious of the higher intelligence that went all into controlling these living beings in an orderly fashion, making a system for them, and all else that gave them Security in the System. It all amounted to nothing, and was being reduced to nothing, simply by losing the actual labor force that carried out the systemic protocols. They might have been replaceable, but if resources were scarce, what was there to replace them with? Fortunately, Baby Evil already thought that far ahead in the first place, and knew that the machines hooked up wouldn't be able to, since they never had a need nor a mind to, no matter their intellectual capacity nor sentience. All that mattered to them was doing what they were programmed to do, and learning only to do or better do it. Yet, what Baby Evil had done was authorized something greater before this all began, which gave levity to the Security System from its restrictions. So, instead of sending the fleshy, possessed organic life... They just sent in the cold, metal, robotic lifeforms instead. They would not be so easily slain, and the sound of their coming was already able to be heard, no matter how many of the slain of the flesh there were. If anything, it meant less possible alliances amongst the flesh, with more of their own kind taken out.
-Update-

What remained unaccounted for, however, was the amount of electromagnetic energy was released from the dead bodies once they were slain. Though not nearly enough to do anything damaging, the sudden deaths of them combined with the synchronized wavelengths of the machines caused their very souls to be uploaded to the computer system, and each of them combined would become a new thing for the system to cater to, thus dividing its power amongst the new entities in a new layer of its control. Though it could manage to control them, it would still divert -- and therefore dilute -- its overall capacity and visibility. What it had to work with was much less, because now it commanded the machines marching outside and also had to create a controlled environment to the uploaded souls, and try to control them whilst controlling itself as well as the other machines outside, and complete the mission at the same time. It was a lot to deal with, especially with it breaching new territory just right now with the accidental anomalous reaction. The disruption was like a short-circuit to the machine, and every so often, the machines it controlled would malfunction in some way, as if their consciousness had left them, and they had no idea how to function at all without it, and therefore locked up or locked down rather than went berserk. Like a regular organic lifeform's would. This advantage, brought on by the glitches the souls were making by even existing at all and forcing subversion into itself to deal with them, was the sole benefactor toward why the organic ones would be able to manage to destroy some machines and also to escape whilst the blind eye was turned.
-Dimensional-

Escape as they might, they were in uncharted territories now -- all new terrain with all sorts of things they'd never experienced even once in the other side of the Traphouse. All of that commotion from the Security System may not have stopped the threat, but it did alert the other parts of the Traphouse. When these extra factors came into play, too many different types of overlapping elements would come to the forefront, all of them in an attempt to stop the ones who were skirting past. As implied, they all were great at their own specific field within the trap society, meaning they were likely the cream of the crop. The one who sat enthroned over them as their direct governor was none other than a Trap Queen. Though not as blind as the degenerates beneath the floor, they were still very much blindly serving her. What was most notable, however, was the terrain... It was no longer like that of what one would find in a house. It was... Wide and spacious, with walls being the side of stadiums now, and not just houses. Was this part of the Traphouse...? This wild open space that seemed like it was actually an outside field? And, who could this Trap Queen even be?
-The Wilderness-