+ A sudden burst of inspiration, with lots of elements. Don’t overthink it. I’m just writing for fun, so feel free to read it casually. +
Shu Yao had been lying flat aboard a train for who knew how many years when someone set her up.
She crashed into Amphoreus with her friends, where they ran into a Savior who forcibly invited them to give it everything they had, even though they couldn’t win.
The Savior seemed like a stalker. She put up with it.
The Savior’s companions seemed as if their left and right brains couldn’t agree. She put up with it.
The beings called "Titans" seemed unable to speak like normal people. She put up with it.
Her friends seemed to have been tossed into an instance by some great hand of memory. She put up with that too.
It seemed that someone had fed the memories she’d lost long ago to an AI. She still put up with it.
But what are you, with a gaping hole in your chest, your electronic components connected with the positive and negative poles reversed, buzzing away like a fly?
I can’t understand you. I’m cutting you down.
What? You’re saying the AI has gained sentience?
How funny. She’s pretty good with AI. Your AI? My AI!
Sorry about that, Senior. I snatched your test site as soon as I arrived. Don’t be mad, okay?
If you can bring Zandar himself back to face her, despite him having been dead for eight hundred years and reduced to nothing but dust and tissue samples, then fine. Otherwise, she’ll gladly accept this little iron tomb of a nursery~
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Shu Yao had always thought life was about drifting with the current, ending up far from home, and being left with nothing to say. Words fail us, and in the end, life is full of regrets, like water flowing east.
Regret runs through a person’s whole life.
After all, no one would reprint an entire book just to fix a footnote with a misplaced punctuation mark.
Right?
Good-looking, um, yes, good-looking
Looks good, looks good