Danganronpa: Painful Truth

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Reboot complete. Running startup sequence…

A soft electronic voice in his head was the only signal that he was waking up. None of his senses were working. He wasn't surprised.

Initiating memory scan…

Initiating hardware analysis…

A large green progress bar replaced the darkness of his 'vision.' It ticked up at an agonizing pace, forcing him to watch. Despite the tedium, his sluggish processors were mystified by the first visual data they'd received in weeks.

Hardware analysis complete. 

Multiple security devices could not be accessed.

1-diagnostics

2-override

He stared at the message, unsure if he was meant to respond. Regardless, the memory scan was slowing his processing speed. He couldn't focus on the options long enough to make a selection.

A familiar voice spoke firmly and clearly in his direction. "Override."

His 'vision' flickered to a different message, in the same glowing green font. 

Input override code: _

The familiar voice replied for him once again. "1-1-0-3-7," it recited.

Override successful.

Memory scan complete. 

To his dim surprise, his vision flickered into an image. The image revealed very little information, but it was more than he could have hoped for. The cold dark void to which he'd grown accustomed had been replaced by what appeared to be the back of a van. It was a dark night, and almost no light filtered through the windows in the cab. He could see a silhouette in the driver's seat, watching him, but their face was obscured. 

He flexed his fingers, out of a residual, desperate instinct, and found that they were present and functioning once again as well. He let out a small gasp of relief as he processed the fact that his systems had been returned to his original, mobile body. He'd resigned himself to being trapped forever by the Future Foundation, with no trace of his humanoid form remaining apart from his audio receptors, which served only to force him to obey their commands effortlessly. 

He felt the long-unused mechanical components in his face tighten as his jaw clenched in determination. He didn't know why he'd been returned to his preferred form and functionality, but now that he seemed able to choose his own primary goal, his only focus was on discovering more information about the group that had enslaved him.

"Hey there," the familiar voice from before greeted him cheerfully. "You awake yet? How do you feel?"

"I…" Kiibo trailed off uncertainly. He was still feeling sluggish from the multitude of background optimizations his systems were running, and couldn't manage to place the voice with a face. "My primary functions seem to be operating at an acceptable level."