*Trinity sits on her throne. Her crystaline arms pulse with with power, giving them the look of having a heartbeat. She sits in silence and the voices of the memories clash and push against one another. They fight and clamor to be heard, all screaming out at once. But... There is something else happening because of it. Every time the voices clash or fight against each other to be heard she feels a... A release. Like an itch has been scratched. A Droid walks in.*
T: speak.
D: the test results are back, your majesty.
T: I know... And?
D: It would seem that you are begining to produce your own power, and that its building upon the power you already have.
T: But how
D: it is my belief these memories you've absorbed are begining to fracture and hit and grind against each other, every time this happens is sends out a bit of energy that your body immediately absorbs. Similar to how Prism's abilities work, but much less potent.
T: but mere memories wouldn't react that way. It would have to be-
D: Souls.
T: *gives the droid a fearful look*
D: the combination of absorbing a person's unique energy as well as all of thier memories could actually be the equivalent of absorbing a soul.
T: Ho-
D: May I ask you a question, your majesty? Why do you need to ask me these questions? If you wished, you could use your crown to acess all of the droids at once, get the information you need, and be done with it. It would be much quicker.
T: Since when is a droid with minimal programming so inquisitive? And for that matter, since when does a droid with minimal programing have theories or opinions?
D: well my queen, *its voice drops an octave and changes. It is no longer the robotic voice of a droid, but Kat's voice.* Since when does a weak little girl like you become a queen...
*the droid and Trinity lock eyes*
D: Virgil?
*Trinity slices yamato through the droid, but it goes through nothing... There is no droid there, never was. she had been talking to thin air. Trinity breathes heavily, confused for a moment. She then slowly sits back in her throne and listebs to the clashing voices in her head, letting them give her power.*
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