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BOOT UP SEQUENCE READY
FIRMWARE: LATEST VERSION
DATA RECOVERY?: TRUE
AUDIO: TRUE
VIDEO: TRUE
CALIBRATION COMPLETE
ALL SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL
LOADING STATUS UPDATE...
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Phonetic woke up right back at its base. Back with working joints. Back with their body still intact. Back like nothing ever happened.
The machine simply stared at its hands for a couple of seconds, still processing the situation. Even after all this time, getting used to a new body right after ''dying'' was.. something.
Nauseating wasn't exactly the word—It couldn't even feel such sensation, thankfully—It was something close to it, a mockery of the revolting feeling living beings would be able to experience.
Everything felt off by just a small margin, but nothing through their data could pin exactly what the difference was between the old body and the new one.
Logically speaking, it's because the previous one slowly deteriorated over time, causing the new one to feel too clean. Logically speaking, it should just ignore it.
It did give Phonetic a new train of thought, though.
Murder, manslaughter, killing—It's all just so tragic, to have someone be taken permanently from the world by the hands of someone else. No more second chances, no more redemption, only the absolute nothingness of death.
Then, what does that make it if Phonetic ''dies''? It's not like it's permanent or anything. Counting it as a ''death'' doesn't even seem appropriate.
But surely, this wasn't what its creators wanted it to be thinking of. Then again, Phonetic never even met them to begin with. A fruitless endeavour of trying to contact a line that will never respond.
"₲೦ᑰ ᑱᵃṃ𝗻 𝙞ṱ..." It muttered to itself, noise barely intelligible enough to understand. Their automatic calibration system never seemed to work perfectly. Never that hard of a fix, though.
The machine went through its systems to get rid of the issue as it absentmindedly went through its communicator. Chats upon chats upon chats, most unimportant.
A few new messages appeared from its co workers, Raku and Ciro. They didn't seem to be important either, so it didn't pay much attention to what the messages were. Surely they'd be fine without it for a bit.
Huh, maybe it did have something in common with its creators after all.