Meta

Myriad Reality

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Alright then, let’s go.

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*Turns to you*
Thank you for your understanding. At least starting at the point after you hit me really hard…
*Nods an awkward pause and steps on a button like the one that took us here and we disappear, warping to my own lab*

@GalaxyRaider

That was far too close.

Myriad Reality

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I’ll get us out of here. That is just a projection after all, right? You’re still in here?
*Pats the small device acting as a server strapped to my hip*
I can just leave and you’ll come with?

@GalaxyRaider

For now, that's true.

Myriad Reality

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*Relieved*
On our deal. Finally, one side is done. Now I can save Rhythm and Tempo.

@GalaxyRaider

It is. And I'm honest too—let's leave this lab and I'll give you the keys.

Myriad Reality

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*Exhales*
Progress.

@GalaxyRaider

Progress? What do you mean?

Myriad Reality

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I make good on deals and promises. You can count on me for that. Just swipe to the bottom and confirm to delete all.

@GalaxyRaider

*Swipes at the confirmation*

Myriad Reality

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I’ve already got it all. The Darwin Box is still querying everything slowly but I don’t think it’s going to find anything else.
*The display for all the data appears as a holographic projection in front of you*

@GalaxyRaider

What do I have to do to get rid of it? Don't bother trying to trick me either.

Myriad Reality

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I’d feel better if you did it. It’s not what I came here for.

@GalaxyRaider

Fine. Pull it up. Anything that references Melody or digital souls.

Myriad Reality

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*Silently watches as they’re put out of their misery*

@GalaxyRaider

That's it. You delete the rest. I've done what I came here to do.

Myriad Reality

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*Takes a few steps back in case of pressure*

@GalaxyRaider

*The rhomboid enters the tank and begins to dissolve any of the amorphous blobs it comes into contact with, each of which reshapes into a stringy, web-like substance when exposed to the atmosphere outside the cylinder*
As far as any digital creature can suffer, anyway.

Myriad Reality

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What is that? Why can’t you explain it?

@GalaxyRaider

*Turns toward you*
All of his failures who came before me. Suffering.
*The blue rhomboid materializes in my hand and I slam it into the side of the cylinder, cracking the length of its surface and lodging into the thick frosted ceramic*