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[chozobloodrites]

[The feed is dark, painfully dark, it takes a moment to adjust before you can see-

Oh, Chozo elders, is she dead? No, no, Samus is alive, she's blinking. Everything else about her looks dead, though. Or dying. Or rather unkempt to the point of appearing to decompose, that's a better thing to say. Seriously, the girl is a bit ... uh, grungy. She

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[a_perfect_end]

[Yeah, games in his universe? Kill people. Or they have since he took the safety off a thousand years ago; it's complicated.]

Samus Aran.

[GURL WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HAIR honey no.]

Seriously, what did--what happened?

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[chozobloodrites]

[Just as dangerous here, man. Just as dangerous.]

Clu.

The game. There was so much to do.

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[a_perfect_end]

[Hhhh apparently. At least she's not derezzed. Though it looks like a close call.]

Don't. Don't talk like that, man. [Oh geeze oh geeze. Remain calm.] It'll be okay.

How long's it been since you--[applying recent knowledge of how Users perform maintainence] ate? Or, y'know, had a shower.

[Because according to Emma they are like, a total necessity.]

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[chozobloodrites]

Ate.

[She furrows her brows.]

Food unnecessary. I inserted nutrients intravenously. Shower, however ... very necessary.

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[a_perfect_end]

[He didn't know Users could do that, but the item is flagged for future reference. How convenient! And so much more efficient.]

Mmmkay. But yeah, try checking into one of those. I hear the hot ones are particularly nice.

[He has no idea. Programs don't need to do it.]

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[chozobloodrites]

[With the right futuristic and possibly scientifically feasible things, humans don't need much to survive Clu. ... Better yet don't take note of that.]

Rewarding only in the physical sense. But yes, enjoyable for however brief they are. I think I'll do that.

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[a_perfect_end]

[No, really, have a feeling you were gonna say some very interesting things. (It'd be perfect! Brb, enacting the machine takeover parts of The Matrix.)]

Good plan.

[Nodding in relief. It's good to see her in one piece, and maybe snapping out of that MMORPG-induced coma a little.]

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[chozobloodrites]

Yes.

[She gives a small frown, something about this Clu being relieved thing is ... well, strange. Most people would call it "unsettling" or "creepy," but alas those words rarely make an entrance in Samus' mind.]

I wouldn't expect you to concern yourself with my well-being.

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[a_perfect_end]

[Clu is pretty much the Grid's working definition of creeper. There is probably his image appended to that file.]

We were...we shared a game. Counts for a little something, in my world.

[He will make friends by just casually insisting until they give in. That's totally how it works, right?]

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[chozobloodrites]

[Oh, yeah, Friend-Making 101, you have it down pat.]

I see. Hm. Appreciated.