ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@hiddenPhotography Everyone else has gone missing. You had been busy in Sylvans and Separation. There was seemingly lots to do, and many leads to follow on where you were meant to go. Your friends, similarly to you, were also making progress on their own. They all had their own Lands to decipher, their own beds to find. It wasn't unusual that there had been a gap in communications. At least.. That's what you thought, until you tried talking to Sarah. She never responded. None of them did. And you slowly came to the realization that you were alone. Being alone, you concluded, was a bad thing to be. It was hard to multitask this way. You had reasonably deduced that God-Tiering would grant you greater power, but how were you supposed to do that and figure out where your friends went at the same time?.. Surely, you figured, being a literal god would increase your odds of being able to aid the others. And you were aware that there were ways to, in essence, duplicate yourself. The wiring had been difficult, as it wasn't your usual forte, but you managed it alright. This sculpture, once collecting dust, was perfect for what you needed done. You, again, had difficulty with the scanning. It was a device you had never touched before this, and you weren't even sure that it had been used before this, but it worked. You had uploaded your brain into the main terminal the robot was jammed into. Your consciousness. Your.. You. Two sets of your hands to work together. The Flesh and Blood would seek out godhood, and the Thrumming Circuits would scour through every bit of data available. Accounts, When messages were last sent, Where they had roughly been sent from, Etcetera. You wave yourself goodbye, and feel the reflex to smile as you speak. "Be careful out there, Pal. I'll be waiting forya!" It's strange, to speak without lungs. Your voice comes from a speaker, your chest remains static. There is no change in your face, even as the warm reaches your tone. You can't feel anything but the mechanical tolerances of your pistons. He laughs, zipping up your hoodie. It's the original one, as you had already decided that you would wear an alchemized copy. There was no reason to cover the robot in human oils and stray hair. That's gross. "You'd better wait! Let me know if you find anything... Guess I better see myself out then, Huh?" The flippant acknowledgement you perform is natural in every way but literal. You suppose you're just not used to the new body yet. This was something you already expected! You won't let it bother you. "III'm seeing!" You call after yourself, turning your full attention back to the task at hand. You're optimistic about this venture. This will provide the best results possible. You barely register the sound of Joshua Boyd Prime activating the transportalizer. Very interesting... πΌπππππ’ πππ
I've been mulling it over. I've decided I'm glad to have this here. Thank you, Miss. You've helped me remember the last time I saw his face.
Glad to hear the healing process has run it's course.