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... n I was captured by Mushir al-Kashura.
My limbs were immobile. My left arm was physically damaged, and with the neural connections severed, my prosthetic arm and leg were nothing more than scrap metal.
The scars of battle were deeply etched into my cybernetic implants like wounds. There was hardly any intact exterior left.
‘I must have made Lapis feel bad.’
I blinked and stared at the dark isolation room. It was a space completely devoid of external information. B ...
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