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!!iHDhHidYFJx 03/05/10(Fri)00:52 No.8411227You glance about the data center. The Lady's presence seems to be absent, withdrawn from this place as if it were only transient, but a faint aura of its passing can still be perceived. You're taken aback by your recognition of it, wondering for a moment if your eyes have been replaced by the clicking, whirring optics of the necrons.
You follow the trail of data as Drone buzzes along overhead, covering the approaches with its new weapon. Your own hands ache to wield one, but you suspect that dwelling too heavily on the subject might inspire your nanites to rebuild them to suit the desire. You may be coming to terms with your metamorphosis, but you haven't quite decided to embrace it just yet.
The datatrail seems to lead to a central processing unit tying all the subprocessors together. The Lady was here, you can feel it. |