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[instabilitatem]

I am Connor. The android sent my Cybrerlife.

[text] [voice] [action]

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[instabilitatem]

[Connor swallows and can feel the plate back where it should be.]

We're meant to be interchangeable or replaceable.

[levelshift]

..... [Well, that brings the mood down. Accelerator frowns.]

That's really shitty. [He reaches for another panel, slotting it into place like the last one.]

[instabilitatem]

My apologies. I didn't mean to bring down the mood. [The next panel clicks into place and Connor feels more secure.]

[levelshift]

Don't fucking apologize for something that isn't your fault.

[Accelerator grumbles that as he sits back.]

It is shitty, that's just the reality of it.

[instabilitatem]

You are welcome to your opinion. Cyberlyfe does not share it.

[levelshift]

CyberLife can eat shit for all I care. Their opinion is fucking wrong.

oops mispelling cyberlife

[instabilitatem]

[Connor watches Accelerator for a long moment.]

Is that how you feel about any opposing opinion?

[levelshift]

[He's reaching for a back panel, still scowling.]

No. Just this one. [Maybe a few others.]

[instabilitatem]

Without Cyberlife, I wouldn't exist.

[levelshift]

They can still be total shitheads.

[instabilitatem]

You're right. Both things can exist at the same time.