[ SC1 Timeskip :: Risette Yue ]
Television shows and books always seemed to idealize the comatose patient, one day waking up and cheerfully greeting their family like nothing happened. Unsurprisingly, television was wrong once again. Waking up after a one-month coma felt like death had come upon her again, giving her limbs as weak as jelly and an overpowering need for sleep.
The recovery process had been excruciating; even learning how to walk again had taken her a good month and a half to do. Finer movements such as typing and writing took even longer. And her voice never did heal from whatever happened to her.
She lost a great many things when Descopera fell. Her gift of receptive empathy, one she used to curse, was gone, replaced by something foreign, unusual, and far more costly. Her memory felt fragmented now, not in the sense of losing events, but in that trying to recall something linearly was usually more trouble than it was worth.
The worst of her losses was probably her identity, both offline and online. Rise no longer existed, AI no longer existed. Both erased from the records with no hope for recovery.
Perhaps it was for the best.
Currently, Rise resides in Infelis. It hadn't been her intention to turn her out-of-the-way slum home into a makeshift orphanage; it hadn't been her intention to turn her home into some sort of information hub either. But after finding a kid that snuck into her home for shelter and not having the heart to kick him out, everything had just piled up from there.
To fund her social service, Rise borrowed the botnet she gave to Flamma in her will. Click fraud and bitcoin mining became the name of the game, a game that had allowed her to amass enough resources to pay for everything her home needed: food, electricity, water, artificial light, and even rudimentary health care.
Rarely is Rise bothered by the denizens of Infelis. Considering how often Flamma hangs around her home, even the densest of people could figure out that messing with her would be a bad idea.
It's also very difficult to mistaken Rise for someone else. No longer wearing her glasses and donning a sky blue cloak, Rise generally cuts through the crowd, generating an aura of unease in her wake. Those stupid enough to ignore the warning signs generally suffer from Rise's normal method of avoiding confrontation: crushing them with the emotion of fear. Never had she needed to administer a second dose, anyone's first negative encounter with Rise convinces them to stay well away.
Only after the sixth month did Rise finally gain enough dexterity and strength to use the computer for casual entertainment. To celebrate the achievement, Rise created a new blog for the occasion. ==>
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