Cyrus the Virus (M!A: Freaky Friday; First Renegade!era)
Tron wasn't in the healing chamber.
It had been a strange feeling, but it was also like not feeling anything at all. His body no longer hurt. That was the first thing Tron noticed. He didn't feel the chronic need to rest in the healing chamber, rest for long periods of the microcycle, and constantly prevent himself from dying. No, he was healthy. Perfectly healthy.
Or not, he reminded himself, taking a look around the base to see if anything had actually changed. In the state you're in, everyone else looks much healthier than you.
He was still in the base, and the base hadn't changed at all, but... something still didn't feel right.
"Cyrus?" he called out, only to realize his voice was different. It sounded more like Cyrus calling out his own name. But... why? How? He wasn't Cyrus. Was this another result of Cyrus' strange behavior? Was this some strange practical joke? Tron didn't have time for jokes.
"Cyrus?" the Program desperately called out. He searched the base, starting with the healing chamber area, hoping to find some trace of another living being in the base.
One that, logically, looked like himself.