[INITIALIZATION:RECALL LOG - GUARDIAN VERSION 1.0 - 463.5 SWEEPS PRIOR] [It must be dead. Yet it wasn’t. “Why…” it said, the word slow to come, hard to say. “Why am I…” it gestured to itself. Speaking was difficult, so terribly difficult, and it had so much to ask. The person - the troll - fidgeted and patted its arm. “Oh, you poor thing…I meant to be here when you finally woke up! You must have so many questions…ah, but having questions is such progress! I was beginning to think…never mind! This is my first great breakthrough! All that work wasn’t for nothing!” They sounded so jubilant, and yet…it couldn’t share in their joy. “Arty…I promise this isn’t forever. We’ll get you fixed up! You’ll be able to do everything! Anything! You’ll be just like a normal troll, I swear. Better, even! The first living security system!” It shrank back. What did that mean? They were talking so loudly, so fast. It put its hands to its head, dropping the glass of water. It wanted the animal back. The troll startled at the shattering glass, but its own head already ached along with its body now. No energy to react. They smiled apologetically. “Ah…oh dear, you’re probably a little overstimulated, I’m sorry. I’m just…you have no idea how much this means to me. But you will! I promise I’ll teach you everything. You’ll understand just how wonderful you are.” Wonderful… It didn’t feel very wonderful right now.]
༻𐫱༺ O𝒽, Arty🌱🌱🌱 ༻𐫱༺