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... d—even if it had never once yielded a response aside from a status window.
Until now.
A brief pause hung in the air.
Then—
[ Yes, Host. ]
Alex blinked.
He sat up in bed so fast, he nearly yanked the IV out of his arm.
"...What?"
That voice—clear, calm, emotionless—rang directly inside his mind. Not a prompt. Not a static screen.
Actual speech.
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