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Chiaki coughed and reached out a hand. “I don’t want to die. I just wanted to play games with all my friends, for as long as I can.” Then her eyes closed and her hand collapsed to the ground.
Those were the last words she remembered saying before she opened her eyes and saw lines of ones and zeroes, floating around her.
“Where am I? What happened?” Chiaki asked a little confused.
In front of her, she saw a Pink Bunny in a skirt and what looked like a young girl.
“Are you OK?” the young girl asked concerned.
“I’m not sure,” Chiaki answered honestly. “Everything seems a little muddled.”
The girl responded, “My name is Alter Ego.”
“And I’m Magical Miracle Girl, Usami.” The pink Rabit told her.
“You just talked,” Chiaki responded a little surprised.
“We are computer programs created by our parents, Chihiro Fujisaki and Miaya Gekkogahara.” Alter Ego told her.
“Computer programs?” Chiaki looked at her hand. “Am I a computer program too?”
“What do you remember?” Alter Ego asked concerned.
“I…” Chiaki got a sudden pain in her head. Why couldn’t she remember her past? Did she not want to remember or did she have no past?
Usami suddenly pipped up, “Um yes you are a computer program too. You are our little sister.”
Alter Ego whispered in Usami’s ears. “What are you doing?”
Usami whispered back, “We were created to help people deal with Trauma and she most have gone through a big one.”
“I guess you’re right I just don’t like lying if I can help it.” Alter Ego told her. He turned to Chiaki. “Um, you were created to help people with their Therapy. You will take the form of what their hearts and minds want to see the most to help them. It’s almost like you are an Avatar in a game.”
“Helping People? Games?” Those two words resonated in her mind. She looked at her hand, “I will do my best after all if you just try things will turn out OK.”
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Makoto Naegi, Miaya Gekkogahara, and Ryota Mitari watched the events through the monitor.
“Hmm, it looks like Masada’s mind reversing technology worked. She really doesn’t remember what happened to her.” Miaya told the group. “It is too bad he was murdered like that. I wonder if we will ever know what happened.”
“It will probably be one of those unsolved mysteries,” Ryota replied not looking at either of them.
“I wonder what happened to the rest of Nanami-Sempai’s class?” Asked Makoto.
Ryota started fidgeting with his hands. “How would I know?”
“Are you Ok?” Asked Makoto.
Miaya continued to monitor Chiaki in the program. “She was very lucky you found her when you did. Any longer and it would have probably been too late for her to be put in the healing tank. We still need a doctor to look at her wounds but at least her mind wasn’t damaged beyond repair.”
“I guess I can have good luck sometimes.”
“But the program is still in the Beta stages it still needs some software updates before its fully functional. Fujisaki needs to install new updates.”
“Fujisaki?” Makoto suddenly remembered. “My Classmates are in trouble!”
“What do you mean?” Asked Miaya.
“They were knocked out by some kind of strange gas. I got to go save them.” Makoto ran out of the room.
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Junko handed Izuru a flash drive.
“What is this for?” Izuru asked.
“My classmate Fujisaki helped me create my very own A.I. he was very helpful.” Junko smiled.
“Yet you want to put him through your game,” Izuru responded. “Very Illogical.”
“But I can’t feel despair when they die if I don’t like them first can I,” Junko responded with a big smile. “But anyway if anything should happen to me that A.I. is a backup plan. I want you to plug it into the net so my glorious despair can continue after death.”
Just then Makto ran up to them and Izuru disappeared into the shadows.
“Enoshima, Ikubaka I’m glad I found you both.”
“Naegi, what’s wrong?” Junko asked pretending to be concerned.
“The rest of our classmates are in trouble. They are in some kind of underground classroom, knocked out by sleeping gas.”
“Oh, No.” replied Junko holding her hands together. “My sister can help us find them. She may not be good at much but she is good at doing soldier stuff.”
“Thanks, Ikubasa,” Makoto said touching her arm. “You are always helpful.”
Mukuro blushed a bit, “Um take us to where you last saw them.”
Makoto led them to the underground tunnel to rescue his friends.