The green wireframes making up his skeletal structure began to slowly drift
apart, expanding further into the dark. The urge to dissolve into the void was
incredibly strong.
Then, a singular, deeply annoying memory sparked in the center of his code.
He remembered Valerie rolling her eyes at him after he had overpriced a healing
potion. He remembered the exact, frustrating tone of her corporate-speak.
"Wait, fuck that," Sebastian's consciousness suddenly snapped, a violent burst
of red Error flaring in his center. "I like coffee. I like being a cynical
asshole. If I turn into a giant space cloud, she's going to wake up and tell
everyone I was a dramatic martyr."
He couldn't stay like this. He couldn't remain a moon-sized anomaly. If he
didn't anchor his humanity to a physical parameter, he would lose his mind
entirely.
"System," Sebastian commanded, his overlapping, distorted voice vibrating with
renewed, stubborn aggression. "Access [Reality Rendering]. Target: Self."
