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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[someone is accessing this terminal. someone who hasn't spoken to data directly in a long time, and who only barely remembers that it happened because the "data" she'd spoken to had always been helpful and kind and in some cases more human than some humans.]

[maybe this is one of the programs Tempo's mother installed to help Tempo get a little better at sensing tone through words alone. the concept of emotions is coming back to her, yes, but it's still not the world's fastest process.]

Inside my personal computer. Were you expecting to be somewhere else?