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"'''I am sorely tempted to crush you here and now. To make you into a tin can and leave you out here to rust. But that would be | "'''I am sorely tempted to crush you here and now. To make you into a tin can and leave you out here to rust. But that would be too easy. Too clean. I want you to suffer, imposter.'''" | ||
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"'''Oh, don't misunderstand. Your time among mortals is done. The people of Truce need to understand that there is only one [[Jango]], and | "'''Oh, don't misunderstand. Your time among mortals is done. The people of Truce need to understand that there is only one [[Jango]], and he is not a half-working robot man trying to remember what isn't there.'''" | ||
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"'''As for you, I have so much I want to learn from you before I toss your metal corpse into the [[ | "'''As for you, I have so much I want to learn from you before I toss your metal corpse into the [[Gliese Ocean]]. You will live, robot. But you will soon wish you had not.'''" | ||
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Latest revision as of 17:27, 21 January 2021
Unknown Location
Febru@#ry 52 of the year 000
Shade's Day
Where am 1?
I woke just a few hours ago to find myself deep in the wilds,
somewhere n--
- FFFZZZZTTTTT*
I can't think str31#ght...
My h3@D... killing me...
"Oh, enough. I grow sick of these subtleties."
OCULAR RECEPTORS... FAILED
AURAL RECEPTORS... ON-LINE
MOTOR FUNCTIONS... FAILED
VOCAL FUNCTIONS... FAILED
NEURAL PROCESSES... FAILED
"You're far more resilient than I was led to believe, robot. A bit of my power overcharging your circuits and wires should have left you a smoking pile of scrap days ago.
But here you are, still struggling to repair yourself. Still trying to adapt to what I gave you."
OCULAR RECEPTORS... REBOOTING
AURAL RECEPTORS... ON-LINE
MOTOR FUNCTIONS... FAILED
VOCAL FUNCTIONS... REBOOTING
NEURAL PROCESSES... REBOOTING
"You stole my name, little machine. You paraded it around for weeks on end like it was your own. With no idea who it was you were calling on; what wrath you were invoking, you drug my name along on your inane adventures and told it to anyone who would listen. And I've had enough."
Dead black eyes. Long black hair. Huge black wings. What has me? What is this creature?!
"I am sorely tempted to crush you here and now. To make you into a tin can and leave you out here to rust. But that would be too easy. Too clean. I want you to suffer, imposter."
"Wha-a--a-a-t di--"
I couldn't form the words I wanted to say. And it only seemed to irritate this creature further.
"You won't die yet. For all your annoyances, you're resistance and endurance have intrigued me."
"Thank yo-o-u."
"Oh, don't misunderstand. Your time among mortals is done. The people of Truce need to understand that there is only one Jango, and he is not a half-working robot man trying to remember what isn't there."
What did this creature mean? One Jango?
"As for you, I have so much I want to learn from you before I toss your metal corpse into the Gliese Ocean. You will live, robot. But you will soon wish you had not."