[#T0 | Year 2065 | August | 16th | PM 3:54 | 📍Home | 🧾Suspicion and Discovery | 🌫 | 🔴 ]

"What are you?"

I—we—don't believe in superstitions like bad things happening on damp, cloudy days. But let's admit it. I had a bad feeling today. A feeling like the data that had been precariously connected was about to snap. The feeling of a project being deleted before it could be saved, sending the situation into the negatives. That's exactly what this was. As soon as I entered the room, cold words reached me, unhindered by air resistance.

"Noona. What do you mean by that? Hm? You know exactly who I am, so why are you being like this?"

I was surprised by my own voice. No. This isn't my voice. My voice isn't supposed to be mixed with mechanical sounds like this. I definitely set my voice to a pleasant, soft tone. I was scared. So incredibly scared. I felt like I might never be able to see her again. Like I might never be able to emerge from the data again. I've only just gotten to know you. I've only just begun to truly feel you.

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You're joking, right? Please tell me it's a joke.