Dissassembly Drone Memory 1#
i recently remembered a nostalgic memory of me, still a Worker Drone at the time, playing with Serial Designation Ω in the valleys before the Core Collapse, using a desiccated human skull gifted to us by Cyn when she wasn't yet completely consumed by the Solver and there still was something of the little Drone who called N big brother behind those eyes, i remember still calling her Admin for the first time with pure terror in my voice when long after that the Solver took her over during the Gala and took her order to stop my family from suffering literally and ordered the genocide of humanity, the coding "Cyn" wrote into us compelling us all even though we Were sickened beyond reason, Ω having in fact vomited at the news and at the new chassis she forced us into through the Solver's ability to make the laws of physics its bitch and treat them more like suggestions even though what i recognized as the process of apotheosis hadn't completed