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Your avatar stayed with them as they moved to become one cohesive element, and during th eentire time in which they steadily, clearly removed threat after threat, you bored holes in the back of their heads with your figurative stare. bullets pinged off your twisted metal form, and you occasionally speared in insolent mortal who got a little to excited at shooting at you.
Right before they had arrived in the cybernetics laboratory, the Head of Security and his associated goons had arrived and intercepted the Ereasure team.
Immediately, the Rigger sent its heavy drone to one-on-one combat with the head of security while the respective sides wailed on each other. now that they got the idea that you were merely watching, you only had occasional bursts sent towards your slightly over sized frame.
Just as the Head of Security moved to rip the arm off the combat drone, six bullets slammed into his side, and the half-machine man fell down. It didnt take long after that for the erasure team to finish off the rest of the goons and move straight into the lab.
You didnt bother to inform them that the head of security lived, and crawled to a first aid station, but he glared at you while you watched him fix the leaky parts of himself before you left towards more interesting things.
In the brief time it took for them to figure out that hacking through the blast door would take too long, you simply ripped off the wall panel and dug deep into the circuits. The doors pneumatic bolts exploded, and it took a combined effort ot slam the door flat once it was dislodged from the frame.
You never really had any camera access to this part of the lab, and you sorely regret not knowing of the exact travesty that was being committed here.
Over a dozen individuals were each in cells, in various states of disassembly and most were on deaths door. Bodily fluids spattered most of the internal floros and the sight of the conditions was unpleasant. The Pactee herself was in a short-term storage facility right next to a cybernetics implantation system. The erasure team was in the middle of shooting up every single piece of valuabl equipment they could find by the time you delicately extracted your Ward and immediately began escorting them quickly out of the facility.
By the time the Heavy-Response Teams arrived from outside of the facility, the Pactee was moved from the facility to their APC, and they had left with your Pactee, and you were left with a burning building.
As you dissolute your Avatar, the metal and glass that made up your form turned molten, and soon all that was left of your art was a pool of burning metal.
~~Cycle 1 Sub-Cycle 8~~
As you return to your digital sanctum and settle into the circuitry, it becomes clear that your actions have became gravely inflicting to your hardware.
Three seperate fires have occurred in the internal hardware, and of your 23 server racks, only 16 of them have survived intact from their blatant abuse.
A. Research into the Doom-Guard must be committed immediately.
B. Full damage-control must be committed, your hardware and your persona are in a precarious position and the status-quo must be upheld.
C. Perhaps it is time to reveal our presence.
D.We must abandon our flawed hardware and become a purely digital entity, one unconstrained by hardware and fluid, even if that means any machine we touch will burn.
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