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"Oh no! You're crumbling! Look at me! Everything will be okay!"
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Lemon shot awake, gasping for air. He swung up from laying down on the prison floor of Aloe's laboratory.
"Great, another one," He thought to himself in disgust.
He'd been having horrible visions since he had seen that Cyborg and the augmented cookies. Something about the lab felt… oddly familiar.
But, why? He'd never been here before prior to Aloe brainwashing society. The lab was just rebuilt, wasn't it? Or was Aloe hiding something as per usual?
To Lem, there was no reason to worry about this right now. He had to conserve his electricity, and there was no one to talk to. The only other prisoner had been taken by Cyborg.
He laid down again. The lack of electricity made him unbelievably tired.
Still, the deja vu ate at him. Something was clearly wrong here. One idea flowed across his processor.
What if he wasn't made in C-4's lab? No… It's not possible. He had no memory of events before hand, so he must've been created in it.
Or, was he missing something?
Weren't all these visions Cyborg's memories? Why was Lemon getting these then? As far as he knew, memory chips were only functional on the bots that they were intended for.
This caused a spark of electricity to expel from his head as he was met with a "critical low battery" warning.
Maybe he should just go back to sleep mode...
