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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[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.]