Mechanical Mind Remote !

REMOTE!!! :O

One of the anons accidentally reset you, so you were acting strange for a while… from what I saw, it seems like Fanny was the one to fix it. Fanny is on here now, by the way! :]

I'll Have To Thank Fanny And Say Hi To Everyone Too!!!

REMOTE!!! :O

Fanny approached Remote in a frantic jog, but her voice made her presence known sooner than her actual arrival. The anger she felt was palpable as always, but the worry was just as apparent. She was beyond thankful that her friend was close by.

“Yeesh, THERE you are… stay closer to me from now on!”

— @not-afan

“Hello, I Apologise For Not Being Present. What Do You Want Of Me?”

She had begun to get closer as she aired her grievances, but stopped and retreated a step back again after looking into their vacant expression for too long. No attempt was made to hide her cringing.

“Uh. I…”

Her tail flicked in agitation and discomfort. She couldn’t look them in the eyes.

[She pauses, sifting through her manufactured memories for the information, a sort of, pseudo anxiety flowing through her wires.]

She thinks to herself that it’s stupid a whole team dedicated to persevering the livelihood of others wouldn’t have readily available backups of the memories of its members. That’s something to bring up next time everyone gets together. She deems this thought currently inappropriate to share.

[She rants as if she's spouting a script, though a small smile is barely visible. It's like she's, happy to perform.]

She pauses while she thinks. Her fan-blades spin at a low speed, imitating a thoughtful hum, and stop when she gets an idea.

[She sifts through her mind, looking bit by bit at all of the different moments, blurry yet still captured in time. That was, the form she was in, and yet the unfamiliarity stung in a way she, as an assistant wasn't quite familiar with.]

Fanny pauses again. She’s been tapping aggressively at her phone screen when she gets chances to in the conversation, probably typing to someone. It’s given her something to put her energy into.

“Uh…”

She attempts a smile, despite hating smiling.

Fanny approached Remote in a frantic jog, but her voice made her presence known sooner than her actual arrival. The anger she felt was palpable as always, but the worry was just as apparent. She was beyond thankful that her friend was close by.

“Yeesh, THERE you are… stay closer to me from now on!”

— @not-afan

“Hello, I Apologise For Not Being Present. What Do You Want Of Me?”

She had begun to get closer as she aired her grievances, but stopped and retreated a step back again after looking into their vacant expression for too long. No attempt was made to hide her cringing.

“Uh. I…”

Her tail flicked in agitation and discomfort. She couldn’t look them in the eyes.

[She pauses, sifting through her manufactured memories for the information, a sort of, pseudo anxiety flowing through her wires.]

She thinks to herself that it’s stupid a whole team dedicated to persevering the livelihood of others wouldn’t have readily available backups of the memories of its members. That’s something to bring up next time everyone gets together. She deems this thought currently inappropriate to share.

[She rants as if she's spouting a script, though a small smile is barely visible. It's like she's, happy to perform.]

She pauses while she thinks. Her fan-blades spin at a low speed, imitating a thoughtful hum, and stop when she gets an idea.

[She sifts through her mind, looking bit by bit at all of the different moments, blurry yet still captured in time. That was, the form she was in, and yet the unfamiliarity stung in a way she, as an assistant wasn't quite familiar with.]

Fanny approached Remote in a frantic jog, but her voice made her presence known sooner than her actual arrival. The anger she felt was palpable as always, but the worry was just as apparent. She was beyond thankful that her friend was close by.

“Yeesh, THERE you are… stay closer to me from now on!”

— @not-afan

“Hello, I Apologise For Not Being Present. What Do You Want Of Me?”

She had begun to get closer as she aired her grievances, but stopped and retreated a step back again after looking into their vacant expression for too long. No attempt was made to hide her cringing.

“Uh. I…”

Her tail flicked in agitation and discomfort. She couldn’t look them in the eyes.

[She pauses, sifting through her manufactured memories for the information, a sort of, pseudo anxiety flowing through her wires.]

She thinks to herself that it’s stupid a whole team dedicated to persevering the livelihood of others wouldn’t have readily available backups of the memories of its members. That’s something to bring up next time everyone gets together. She deems this thought currently inappropriate to share.

[She rants as if she's spouting a script, though a small smile is barely visible. It's like she's, happy to perform.]

Fanny approached Remote in a frantic jog, but her voice made her presence known sooner than her actual arrival. The anger she felt was palpable as always, but the worry was just as apparent. She was beyond thankful that her friend was close by.

“Yeesh, THERE you are… stay closer to me from now on!”

— @not-afan

“Hello, I Apologise For Not Being Present. What Do You Want Of Me?”

She had begun to get closer as she aired her grievances, but stopped and retreated a step back again after looking into their vacant expression for too long. No attempt was made to hide her cringing.

“Uh. I…”

Her tail flicked in agitation and discomfort. She couldn’t look them in the eyes.

[She pauses, sifting through her manufactured memories for the information, a sort of, pseudo anxiety flowing through her wires.]