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- "Hey, she's waking up. You alright, Carolina?" Epsilon's voice. The AI based off of her former Director that took up residence in Carolina's armor and helped her on her missions.
- "Welcome to the land of the living." …An unfamiliar voice.
- Instinct kicked in almost instantly. Her hand found the pistol at her waist and drew, aimed precisely at the source of the voice. Carolina took in the details just long enough to identify friend or foe and prepared to shoot. She watched her target's eyes get real wide, real fast, and saw the woman down her sights raise both hands in a desperate, placating gesture. "Whoa whoa whoa! Church, you said she was chill!"
- The AI, barely six inches tall, shimmered in the air a few feet away from Carolina's right shoulder. He spun around, gesturing at Carolina to drop the weapon. "Jesus Christ! Carolina, chill the fuck out! They're cool! They're not targets!"
- ***
- FreestyleKneepad, Round 0
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