hololynx.bsky.social
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( WHAT about his mother?! )
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IM NOT SAYING THAT
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why can they sense that
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hey change of topic why do they have that?
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he won't die. they're still thinking about ai assistance on that front
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Uhhuuuh. Suuuuure you did.
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( I've seen him hit his head on the dirt and walls hard enough times to know it won't work... 💢 )
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we aren't starting this while I have blood in my system
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gaia help you because I'm not
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okay I think this time we actually have to put you down
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okay well I didn't have a chaos emerald. or an actual body then . I'm going to throw this rock at you
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you're going to be Hoping he was praying on your downfallWhen I get my hands on you
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FOR A MONTH!!
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I've been sitting in this spectator mode
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. .. The Chaos Emerald.
. . . She gently scoops it into her hands, her breathing slowing to match the calm pulsing hum it gave off.
She needs a minute.
Or eternity, really.
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breath going from panicked and shaky to . . . level and / confused/. So, so confused. This didn't feel /right/, no- no. This felt-
. . . It /felt/. It was /there/, and she could feel *her own presence.*
She looks around in a momentarily panic, before her eyes settle on the-
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. . As it turns out, taking your first *nessicary* breath is a lot more difficult than miming it for so long.
Nicole's forced to gasp when she finally snaps to, a flood of senses hitting her at once. Oh, it's cold- cold, cold cold /freezing/. Shaking hands push her up from the tiled floor,
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[ . . The handheld buzzes. Once - Twice - Gone. ]
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[ . . . A blip. A weak, static signal. A dim message is projected onto the screen- ]
< NICOLE SYSTEMS DOWN. UNABLE TO REBOOT. ERROR CODE: F10N4. >
[ Before that flick of light sparks out back to a black screen. ]
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[ The handheld is.... suspiciously quiet. Not even the hum of power seems to be going through it. ]
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[ A voice - a voice that is /distinctly/ not hers - breaks through the sound of glitching machinery. ]
' System Copy Complete. Host System Disengaged. '
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[ After another attempt at pulling herself back up, Nicole goes slack. Screen-eyes glitch away to nothing, entire form crumpling to the floor in agony. A full shutdown- locked out of /everything/. ]
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// girl tries to experience life. immediately gets death
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[ Only for it to be snuffed out just as quickly. Nicole grimaces, eyes glitching in and out as she silently glares daggers at Fiona. ]
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You-
[ Nicole tries to say something, only for her voice to be broken by a wave of static. Alerts and errors practically clogged her sensors, rendering any that weren't already /damaged/ practically obsolete. ]
[ There's an attempt - A fleeting emergency signal to nearby freedom fighters - ]
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[ She tries to yell, to interject angrily ... only to be met by the searing pain of a virus and malware cutting through her. She barely manages to stay standing, using the table as a crutch. ]
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[ That sinking feeling. No, No, this couldn't be right. She should have been able to sense it before Fiona even got *close*! She would have back in her systems...]
[ Was it a malfunction? A glitch? Whatever it was, it meant the prototype - /her/ SELF, was /compromised./ ]
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[ After a moment or two, she leans a hand on the table- supporting her suddenly shaky legs. ]
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[ Nicole brings a hand up to rub her shoulder, ears flicking away from Fiona. Man, she really has to get used to this body if she's going to do anything /right/. ]
It's not for sale, if that's what you came here to ask. ( Not like I'd ever sell something I made to the likes of you.. )
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[ A huff, then a sigh. Nicole moves to stand across from her, arms still - ]
[ A twitch. Sparks flick out of her shoulder as the limb jerks, causing a momentary lapse in her focus. She must have missed something while fixing her wiring, whatever. ]
Go on then. Speak.
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When have /you/ ever really cared for anything to do with me? The miniscule percentile of you /suuuuddenly/ being interested and friendly is practically /negligible/.
[ She crosses her arms, focused on the other in front of her. ]
There isn't much to girl-talk about.
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That's the point-
[ Nicole's quick to hit the hand away, ears pinning backwards as she rubs the spot Fiona was just touching. She can't help but be on edge. ]
You aren't welcome here. Leave now, or I WILL be apprehending you. You're in /MY/ base.
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GAH-!
[ Nicole practically jumps, whipping around to face Fiona properly. So much for a peaceful inspection.. ]
[ She hastily shuts the panel on her arm, glaring. ]
You aren't supposed to be in here. How did you--