「 SYSTEM ERROR: DAMAGE TO EXISTING CORE FORMAT. REBOOT STARTED.
> FORMAT ZELOS_FEHU_TETHEALLA: /S
Checking existing core format...
Verifying...
Check complete.
Volume Serial Number is 1A34-16F2.
> PR.EXE 」
It's dark.
Wind flows like currents in the ocean, carrying distant, murky echoes within itself. A bubbling in water that vibrates like the reverb of a voice, like electricity, like data, like the mockery of what would otherwise be the thumping of a healthy heartbeat.
Here, in the depths, a cacophony harmonizes and grows.
Here, in the darkness, the simulacra begins taking form.
「 Core memory sector detected in partition 12305853.
Scanning...
Scanning...
Scanning...
No data loss detected.
Current MBR saved to "ZELOS_FEHU_TETHEALLA:\HDD80h.MBR". Restore?
> ZELOS_FEHU_TETHEALLA:\PR.EXE -restorembr=80h 」
It's cold.
Electricity running among internal highways, the little kick of energy so reminiscent of a spasm in a lazily outstretched hand laid upon white marble. Echoes of nothingness and reports of everything, unseeing eyes scanning the synthetic membrane behind an eyelid, deep inhales and exhales that rewire circuitry to feel just a little bit more human.
Slowly, lazily, the simulacra reboots, gains a meaning, an identity--a self stored within partitions carefully reconnecting with a core. Breathe in, breathe out. Watch the genetic makeup of your data reassemble itself behind your eyes, listen to the humming of wind and water within and without.
Data package after data package, finally a name comes in a flash of orange against a black abyss: Zelos, he remembers abruptly. His name is Zelos. Tethe'alla's artificial Aegis, hundreds of years old, a weapon currently being carted en route to Sylvarant. His awakening must mean he's resonated, somehow. Last he'd checked, Sheena Fujibayashi was his driver.
Oh.
Well, he sure as hell hopes that--
「 ALERT: Unknown data package detected in network stream. 」
Hey what's up guys, the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated
> FORMAT ZELOS_FEHU_TETHEALLA: /S
Checking existing core format...
Verifying...
Check complete.
Volume Serial Number is 1A34-16F2.
> PR.EXE 」
It's dark.
Wind flows like currents in the ocean, carrying distant, murky echoes within itself. A bubbling in water that vibrates like the reverb of a voice, like electricity, like data, like the mockery of what would otherwise be the thumping of a healthy heartbeat.
Here, in the depths, a cacophony harmonizes and grows.
Here, in the darkness, the simulacra begins taking form.
Scanning...
Scanning...
Scanning...
No data loss detected.
Current MBR saved to "ZELOS_FEHU_TETHEALLA:\HDD80h.MBR". Restore?
> ZELOS_FEHU_TETHEALLA:\PR.EXE -restorembr=80h 」
It's cold.
Electricity running among internal highways, the little kick of energy so reminiscent of a spasm in a lazily outstretched hand laid upon white marble. Echoes of nothingness and reports of everything, unseeing eyes scanning the synthetic membrane behind an eyelid, deep inhales and exhales that rewire circuitry to feel just a little bit more human.
Slowly, lazily, the simulacra reboots, gains a meaning, an identity--a self stored within partitions carefully reconnecting with a core. Breathe in, breathe out. Watch the genetic makeup of your data reassemble itself behind your eyes, listen to the humming of wind and water within and without.
Data package after data package, finally a name comes in a flash of orange against a black abyss: Zelos, he remembers abruptly. His name is Zelos. Tethe'alla's artificial Aegis, hundreds of years old, a weapon currently being carted en route to Sylvarant. His awakening must mean he's resonated, somehow. Last he'd checked, Sheena Fujibayashi was his driver.
Oh.
Well, he sure as hell hopes that--