Good news: The armor is still there, and still borderline functional. Bad news: Getting a signal through to it is like screaming over a freight train. Cortana skips up and down the spectrum, using all her considerable skill to push through breaks in the radio noise without ever dropping the connection long enough that she'll have to start over, or worse, the armor's counter-intrusion realizes she's there.
She hijacks the telemetry from the accelerometers, makes them lie to the other systems in the armor. They're not smart. They don't even count as dumb. They're just layered levels of instructions, if-thens created by human engineers brainstorming every terrible thing a soldier can do or have done to themselves. But if those systems could think, their decision would be simple.
You are falling.
Falls end suddenly.
Protect your wearer.
Once the poor stupid armor thinks it's moving fast enough to break a human when it hits, Cortana fakes a deceleration. No stop is instantaneous, however it feels to the human experiencing it, and within a fraction of a second, the armor reacts, dumping all other feedback and locking the underlayer in a catastrophic shutdown that the designers long ago decided was preferable to death.
"Okay, got it, he's stuck until his armor can reboot--" Cortana lets awareness of the outside world return, and Sombra will just have to imagine the surprised blink. "--What the hell?"
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She hijacks the telemetry from the accelerometers, makes them lie to the other systems in the armor. They're not smart. They don't even count as dumb. They're just layered levels of instructions, if-thens created by human engineers brainstorming every terrible thing a soldier can do or have done to themselves. But if those systems could think, their decision would be simple.
You are falling.
Falls end suddenly.
Protect your wearer.
Once the poor stupid armor thinks it's moving fast enough to break a human when it hits, Cortana fakes a deceleration. No stop is instantaneous, however it feels to the human experiencing it, and within a fraction of a second, the armor reacts, dumping all other feedback and locking the underlayer in a catastrophic shutdown that the designers long ago decided was preferable to death.
"Okay, got it, he's stuck until his armor can reboot--" Cortana lets awareness of the outside world return, and Sombra will just have to imagine the surprised blink. "--What the hell?"