It's some time before Safronov speaks again. Enough time for Nick to take in the warped memories he sees before him, winking in and out of view, their words sometimes garbled, but certain phrases make sense.
Suddenly, the lights of the white room shut down with a soft electric sigh of the power. Nick is left in pitch blackness -- and alone. No more echoes of the past to haunt him from beyond his confinement.
That's when the cell door opens, and Safronov is heard:
"Might have found problem. Should have run diagnosis on your hardware limitations before linking conduit. Suppose we didn't have such luxury."
It's not like she had a lot of time to get things prepared when she could feel like her brain was about to melt right out of her skull. Maybe she was too blinded by the pain to think straight, but it's pointless to dwell in regret now. Just knowing why this synthesis is happening is good enough for her.
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Suddenly, the lights of the white room shut down with a soft electric sigh of the power. Nick is left in pitch blackness -- and alone. No more echoes of the past to haunt him from beyond his confinement.
That's when the cell door opens, and Safronov is heard:
"Might have found problem. Should have run diagnosis on your hardware limitations before linking conduit. Suppose we didn't have such luxury."
It's not like she had a lot of time to get things prepared when she could feel like her brain was about to melt right out of her skull. Maybe she was too blinded by the pain to think straight, but it's pointless to dwell in regret now. Just knowing why this synthesis is happening is good enough for her.