[There’s the presence of someone else near, the pressure of someone’s hand pressed against his arm. The voice is... familiar, but Connor’s gaze remains on the ground, his mind only registering garbled code and static in his vision, flickering in and out.]
My bio... [Even language functions are slowly rebooting in fragmented pieces. Biocomponents, he wants to say, but can’t quite get it out.] The Storm. It...
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My bio... [Even language functions are slowly rebooting in fragmented pieces. Biocomponents, he wants to say, but can’t quite get it out.] The Storm. It...
[Well. It’s obviously terrible, that’s what.]