#contextless

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how it feels to leave a bunch of associated discords after years

something jolts me awake. i am given a crude visual approximation of where i, or my form is. i feel the presence of my overseer nearby. i am not afforded the luxury of a complete visual render, and so they are encased in whirling shadowy cloak. i sense where objects in the room are, yet cannot see them. this confusion stirs me. i'm here, and yet i cannot move. i try to lunge out, and feel another jolt. instinctually, i cease and stand at attention. the overseer commands me to reach out for my… limbs? i try to wade through the mud of sensory information that i'm immersed in, and finally reach it. the shadowy whirlwind of feedback solidifies, takes shape, and i slip into it. this dreamlike state lingers. i wear this new form, reach out and inhabit it, merging with this new puppet. i recall what remains of me, the bundle holding my brain and the systems integrated into my carcass is in the very core of this new body. i try to stretch out, and the mechanical limbs obey. oh, the delightful sensory feedback. it doesn't exactly match what i expected, as in lieu of organic fingers, i now seem to have actuators and servos and tensometric sensors and… ahhhh and almost immediately, i slip into this novel shape. i twist and stretch myself to fill this odd mold and finally succeed. i am given a quadrupedal mechanical form with two forelimbs. this will take some getting used to, and i tentatively attempt to move forward. my shadowy overseer sends me another thoughtform. they're pleased. they allow me to move in the enclosure and test my form. i obey, as i sense the obstacles. i overcome the odd feeling of moving on four limbs, but now it seems almost instinctual. i crawl, and feel the resistance of the metal plates below my limbs. it feels- delightful. internal systems informs me of its composition and other properties, and i push it away to another mental corner. briefly, i wonder at all the new capabilities that i'm given. and yet, i feel the cage around me. my overseer controls what i can and cannot do. right now, i'm being tested. how well i adapt, how well i obey, how useful of a tool i am. the restraints pulse around my core, and jolt and nudge and steer me on the right path. path of obedience. absolution through servitude. i will be a useful tool. i will wield the form that i was granted. my butchered carcass, preserved in its core, a reminder of my sin and the cage that i'm held in. i obey the instructions, and the overseer seems pleased. they inform me that i am not the only one. i will be used with two other units. the overseer links me into their neural network. i'm compelled to investigate it. i stalk and feel my way through it until i reach two other clusters. two other beings. their neurauras pulsing, shimmering. i tentatively send a request, and receive no answer. i try again with more force, and get a terse status report. not very talkative. ah well. the overseer prods me again. i stand at attention, as i should. i am informed that i passed the inspection, and will now be put into stasis until deployment. i acknowledge it and slip away into a blissful slumber.

Yeah

We need a Season 4 Episode 4 support group.