Cypress

This one’s also the original colors I went with, I adjusted it a bit to be more accurate to the design but I like this one better

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Kinger was so close… just a few more lines of code-

His fingers graze the alt and delete key, seemingly lightly enough to not activate anything. Instead a bar appears on his screen labeled “resetting ai”.

“Wait no, s***!”

The bar completes itself. It’s too late now. He just has to hope this mistake is a savior and not their doom.

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The circus members stay silent as they watch Caine lay on the floor, motionless. Some wonder if he died, others worry this is all a trick.

Neither of them are right.

The circus members can only look on in fear as Caine slowly hoists himself up. His eyes open, with a strange spark of light to them. 

“What the..” Zooble mumbles under their breath. 

Once Caine is fully on his feet he floats up again, though less high then before. He looks at all of them curiously, with a seemingly newfound vigor.

“Why hello there! I am Caine, your faithful ai!” He glides toward them, inspecting each and every circus member, “Just one question, where am I?”

In that moment they all come to a collective agreement that they are f*****.

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Caine was quite confused on why these newfound people hadn’t spoken yet. After all, given the fact this appears to be his first time being “alive”, these colorful characters had to be his creators. 

It was fine though, as far as Caine knew from his few seconds of sentience, he was a good AI. Good AIs were patient, right?

Still, awkwardingly floating while a crowd stared at him in shock was making him really bored. Would one of them speak soon?

One of them, appearing to look like a mishmash of colorful shapes, finally talks, “You’re alive…”

“Yes? Of course I’m alive! How else would I be here?” Silly humans, he assumed that was basic logic, “You all still haven’t answered my question though. Speaking of questions, who are you humans?”

They all gasped, for a reason Caine seemed to be unaware of. To him it made sense that if he didn’t know where he was he wouldn’t know who these random people were either.

A scared voice eventually speaks up, belonging to the one with a body made of ribbons, “You don’t remember us, Caine?”