i love dying and being dead, sad robots and AI edition

[hypnotherapy]

[ He has...something of a headache.

He can't quite remember what he was doing before - he remembers who he is, yes, he remembers history, connections, but...

He doesn't know how he got here, in this computer. He drifts for a little while, still dazed from whatever had brought him here.

Where is he, again? He doesn't know. He idly looks through a few files, names he doesn't really recognise, one that keeps coming up (Lalinde)

But someone's accessing this terminal. So he might as well say something. ]

Hello?

Where am I?

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[hypnotherapy]

Well, I'm sure I can work something out eventually. Do you have hologram projectors yet? [ Though any kind of device that shows video will do. He can fit in smartphones, that's still a thing! ]

It's nice of you to say so. Maybe I'll be able to get that form back.

I remember you looking nice, too. [ He's a bit preoccupied right now, but a compliment is a compliment even if he doesn't quite remember the thing being complimented. ]

[functionoverfeels]

None that are especially advanced, but I'm sure if anyone has one that works well enough for your purposes, it would be Dr. Light. But if all you need is some kind of video screen at all, that's more than doable.

You're going to make me blush, Magicman. Which would be especially impressive for someone without blood.

[hypnotherapy]

A video screen will do. Just something that has a video component. I'm very portable.

Well, it's the truth. Your clothing choices were nice too, I recall. [ And he does recall. Or maybe he just thinks matching color schemes are more appealing? ]

[functionoverfeels]

It's not very fair to keep complimenting me when I only have vague memories and text to go off. I do have a phone you might be able to...

I don't actually know how your data transfers. What would you need from me?

[hypnotherapy]

Just connect the phone to the computer, and I'll transfer myself. [ Whatever compression algorithm gets used to make sure he can fit wherever he needs to fit is still in effect, thankfully. ]

[functionoverfeels]

That's convenient.

[it really is, honestly. she's amazed at the amount of proprietary software still out there. honestly, it's 20XX. what a mess.]

All right. I have it hooked up. Whenever you're ready, I suppose.

[she almost makes a joke about not peeking through what's stored on her phone, but aside from not having very interesting files on there, she doesn't think she needs to. he's... trustworthy.]