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[Memory degradation: Critical]
He’d known it was a danger. That's why they kept master clones - the more separated you were from the original, the more difficult it was to replicate the fine neuronal pathways that stored memory. The further you were from the original, the more fragile those preserved pathways were.
Honeydew had died 3 hours ago. His body would still be warm.
[Continued replication will result in permanent memory destruction]
[Neuronal integrity: Critical]
[Respawn not recommended]
It had been something silly, he couldn’t even remember the specifics (memory degradation: critical ), it’d been happening so often recently. He was so fragile, so silly, so blind to the danger of Xephos, of Yoglabs- he wasn’t ever safe enough. Things got out. Honeydew kept saving him. “Something instinctual”, he’d said at one point, bleeding out on the cool white tile, an odd liminal time between life and death and life again. Something about how he’d “picked you out of the trash like a soggy kitten, and you’re my responsibility now, right friend?” and he’d laughed, ignoring the tears in his eyes. They were instinctual too.
[Neuronal integrity: Critical]
He wanted Honeydew. He wanted his friend, the main spot of light he had left, the reminder he’d been something good, once upon a nicer time. He wanted to laugh.
It’d been 3 hours and 10 minutes since he’d last laughed. It would be a lot longer until he’d laugh again. It didn’t feel possible.
He felt like he was running on autopilot as he confirmed the automatic warnings that had been blinking across his desktop for the past 2 hours and 58 minutes.
Opt out of Automatic Respawns? [ Yes ] [ No ]
The window closed.
Nothing changed.
Honeydew didn’t come back.