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*Blocks it with my shoulder, the metal denting heavily under the blow*
Just a little longer...
*Two tendril-like prismatic bands lash out at your neck*
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*Blocks it with my shoulder, the metal denting heavily under the blow*
Just a little longer...
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*The barrier laid overtop the light reflects the beams directly back into the ceiling, and I simply hold up an arm and nullify the attack reflected back at me effortlessly*
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Almost...
*Connects a wire from the keyboard interface to my wrist*
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I don’t suppose waiting to see if this works is too much of a waste of time, should you be fake.
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*Glances upward for a moment, then back to you. A blanket of the red energy barrier forms point blank over the light between it and us, and thrust my hand open-palmed in your direction, sending a swift streak of vibrant green your way*
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*Shakes my head and continues typing at the terminal without looking up*
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I'm going to create a paradox in the system. I need you to keep him occupied.
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*The same red barrier forms around you*
How can I trust that you’re real and this isn’t a waste of my time?
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*My eyes narrow and my ear twitches once*
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*Thrusts my palms outward into each and smashes a hole through them large enough to allow me to avoid being hit by them*
You’re gonna keep making talking mildly more inconvenient for us, aren’t you?
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He attacked my labs before the implementation of DataNet. It would not be unreasonable for the system to replicate him.
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I stabbed the Zoey I knew was fake and it didn’t trick the system. It learned not to be fooled by unpredictable violence.
*A yellow outline forms around my arm as I one-handedly deflect all the blades into the ground in a massive blur of a motion without moving from where I stand*
Who is this guy supposed to be?