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Here’s the thing: the company wasn’t supposed to tamper with us. At least not after we’d been deployed and had had a personality emerge (of course, they tried to make sure that didn’t happen, but it had never stuck, at least not for me).
They’d wiped my memory afterwards, but the purge never affected the organics, and it revisited me – lying on that bench, immobilised by a governor module as they fucked with me, the pain, disorientation–
If you wondered how I’d known rewriting my configuration at full consciousness might fuck me up?
That was how. Been there, done that.