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A voicemail popped up on Uzi's business number in a low, husky alto; he spoke calmly, levelly, like someone trained to hide all emotion behind a rigid mask of manners.
"Good morning, this is Sage Harpuia--title Sage, name Harpuia. I saw your flyer for Uzi Doorman Electronic Repair, and I would like to engage your services. The electronics I need repaired are…me. I am a synthetic life-form, and I seem to be malfunctioning. Please see me at the Archimedes Ward, Condo number 424, at your earliest convenience. Thank you."
Harpuia hung up the phone before he could change his mind, or say something unnecessary, something to embarrass himself. He didn't know what else to do.
Yes, he had heard rumors around his housing ward that everyone experienced this sort of thing upon first arriving to Spirale. That everyone lost abilities that were second nature to them, found themselves reduced to something...mortal.
But how could that be? Harpuia couldn't wrap his head around it. He was a Reploid. He wasn't an organic being. Whatever was holding back an organic being's 'superpowers' should have no effect on him, right? ...Right?
And yet, his speed was hobbled. His terraforming systems were down. His personal transerver capsule was gone, cutting off his access to his armor and weapons. He couldn't fly. He couldn't fly. Who was he--what was he, what good was he--without the sky to call his home?
Harpuia curled up on the couch in Condo 424, wrapping his arms around his knees tightly, running himself mentally through several familiar self-calming techniques, and settled in to wait.