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O-oh. I see. [he's… flattered? maybe? a little.]

That text was Allagan script… That other self again, perhaps?

And here I hoped the other me was destroyed when I lost my body.

[ The text - Allagan again for a moment - then shifts to Eorzean. ]

If this is how I act amnesiac, you should be glad I'm here.

Yes- well- I suppose he was rather deeper than that. [it makes sense, right?

G'raha blinks at the text- startling when it turns. How-? Ah, if he's a part of Nero- he could look to what Nero's learned, couldn't he?]

Ah- well, perhaps… I do think we were managing quite well, though.

[ there are more soft beeps from the tower - the text still needing to translate. ]

Come now, Regulus. He doesn't know what he's doing - he's a glitch.

I have no idea what he is on about, raha.

[ohhhh gods two of Nero arguing with each other. G'raha massages his forehead.]

I don't know- I met him and he seems perfectly fine. He's staying, in any case.

[just- not in the tower. Does he need to put them in time-out?]

Are those your orders, Regulus? They seem misinformed.

[ really nerobot would have a headache as well. As seen by the angry beeping. ]

There has to be a way to shut him up.

Misinformed or not, they are. [he snaps a little, because there's definitely a headache developing.]

Yes- well. Maybe we should start with an address, so he knows I'm talking to him.

Fine, I'll let this abomination survive. The royal family must be getting more and more deluded.

[ Nerobot is gonna let this weird other him chat with G'raha, while he sort of. Is exploring what he can do. He's beeping, though, letting G'raha know he's still there. ]

… Things change. Times change- and those are your orders.

… Remind me of your designation.

[he reaches out to tap in response- gods, he's glad Nero's doing that.]

[ He's gonna keep softly beeping, to make sure he's there.

But the text seems to pause for a moment. ]

That would be Amon-Simulo, Regulus.

[beep beep tap tap]

Simulo, then. [he'll just… pass on the Amon reminder. sounds like a bad idea.] Are you… what's the status of the two of you?

[ :3c ]

...If you must call me by a shorter name, call me Neo. It's what many of the Allag rebels called me. Disgusting worms.

It seems the glitch is still the dominant program running, but it is currently running diagnostics on the Crystal Tower. It is not running optimally - the Lunar Transmitter is missing.

Meanwhile, there is corruption on my AI and memory chips. It seems to be quite close to breaking - and without those? Well, all this work would be all for nothing.

[ There's a looooong beep from Nerobot. Almost like a sigh! ]

And- you'd be willing to use that name they gave to you? […huh.]

…ah. Well, we'll- that's useful. [the Lunar Transmitter…? Oh, right. For Dalamud. He grimaces a little.] I don't think that'll be coming back.

Corruption… The taint? [Or- maybe he means Nero, in which case- no. He huffs out, tail flicking.] Well- I'd prefer to keep all of this. So we'll need to look at that…

A sign of rebellion, taken as pride - perhaps that's where this glitch got his name.

Has the rebellion taken out that much? Truly? How disturbing.

...There's always backing me up, of course. I don't know how it will affect the other. For all we know, only I could be backed up and placed in a new body. Leaving this poor innocent man to play around inside this tower.

[ And that's when text appears from his Nero again. The robot who respects him. ]

I've managed to get sight, raha. Who knew that Allag had even created their own spy equipment?

Ah… so it serves that way. [he makes an uncertain sound, shaking his heads- wasn't it Nero's parents who chose that…? He's not sure it's a good idea to mention that.]

Hah… Not taken out, exactly, but… It shouldn't happen again. [well, given Dalamud is gone.]

Yes, I'd want to see about that first. I think- mm, it sounds unpleasant. And that's not what I want.

[he's very relieved to see that.]

Sight? Ah- I didn't know, but I'm not surprised. What can you see?

Lord Amon would not be pleased if I was destroyed. Who else would he experiment with? But Regulus - with this level of corruption, transport will not be possible without risk of more corruption. And we've seen what that can do already.

[ ...Nerobot is hearing all of this, and his sounds seem to be becoming more concerned. Is that what he is? But his concern doesn't come out in his text. Only in his beeps. ]

This is going to sound quite crazy, but I can see all around the tower. I can see you - are those chips me? [ His beeping continues, though - he can't say what he's going for. Does this other him... hear his mind? This is confusing. ]

Well, I'm certainly not interested in seeing his reaction if that were to happened. [not that it could, but. still not interested.] Then we'll sort it out within the Tower.

[he makes a soft sound, patting the screen.]

All around… it makes sense. To keep an eye on everything… You can? Where from? …well. They're what we had, after… in the Void.

[he hears those beeps- ears picking up, before he starts rumbling in return.]

I'm a simulation of him, so I know how he'd feel. How little do you know, Regulus?

[ Okay, that leaves the beeping as another long sound - before one of the lights flickers. Behind G'raha, if he turned, he would see a camera adjusting itself a little. Yup, that's another mechanical bit. ]

[he just. makes a long murring sound at that, tail flicking. Amon-Simulo- he should've seen that, shouldn't he.]

Less than I thought I did, apparently. I need… [he shakes his head- turning to look at that camera, attention caught by the sound.]

[ !! You noticed. It twitches more, the flickering continuing. Nero is proud of this okay. His sound changes from the long single sound to... okay, it sounds a little bit like a purr, if that made sense.

But when G'raha looked back, there was another message. ]

...It has been far too long, according to the timekeeping systems. You will need to be re-educated, Regulus.

[G'raha rumbles again at that, tail waving. He's got a lot of control like this already- and the way he's sounded, G'raha can't help responding to it more.

…except it drops off when he looks back. Re-education- he has to hope that wouldn't be as bad as it sounds, but…]

I… well. Certainly there's a lot that I seem to have overlooked, but…

[he doesn't trust an Amon-simulation to be nice about it.]

It will not take too long.

...And now it seems the function to call for assistance is non-fuctional. A pity.

[ But that sound the real Nero is making - they sound like a soft whistle, a bit of pride - more flickering happening, as he tries to think quickly. And then, text appears quickly - Nero hoping G'raha can read it before it vanishes. ]

Disconnect me.

… But how long is 'too long'?

[he's. he's feeling a little alarmed, now. A little bit of sound escapes him- a worried trill. He blinks at the text- managing to just take it in before it vanishes.]

Right. Right…

[He saw a bit- enough to be reasonably sure of what he needs to do. His hands are still shaking as he reaches out- if he disconnects the power source- that should do it, right? And Nero… Well, he said that. G'raha's sure he's thought of something.]

[ The screen goes dull. For a moment, there seems to be nothing.

And then, the beeps return. He did it. Nero takes a moment, before... text appears again, slightly shaky in the sounds it makes. ]

...I really don't like him.

[haaah… haha. G'raha manages a small laugh.]

Neither do I. I hope… it was never in any doubt I'd sooner have you around.

…so this means you're in the Tower proper now?

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