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*BEEEP...*

*BEEEP....*

*BEEP.*

(Y/Cyb/N) slowly came online, the ambient lights of the med-bay filtering into his sensors. His systems rebooted sluggishly, and he felt... strange. Disoriented.

His optics blinked once and twice—well, at least the right one did. The left remained dark, but something flickered within it, a strange sensation that made him pause. He tried to remember what had happened and why he was here, but the memories slipped through his grasp like oil on metal.

[ ::ACTIVATING SYSTEMS...:: ]

[ ::VOCALIZER: DAMAGED:: ]

[ ::OPTIC FUNCTION: PARTIALLY OPERATIONAL:: ]

A dry, static noise escaped his mouth, his vocalizer struggling to produce a sound. When he finally managed a word, his voice was cold, emotionless, as if all the feeling had been drained from it.

"[CONFUSED] ...Where...am I?" The apathetic tone that emerged sounded nothing like him, and yet it was all he had. His mind felt hollow, like something important was missing, but he couldn't pinpoint what.

A nearby med-bot turned towards him, optics scanning over his damaged form. "You're in the med-bay unit," he stated. "You've been unconscious for three demi-cycles. Major repairs were performed on your body, though some systems remain compromised."

(Y/Cyb/N) blinked slowly, a soft hum in his processors. "Three demi-cycles..." His voice remained distant, devoid of the panic or worry that should have been there. His left optic, or what was left of it, flickered to life.

He felt a strange new sensation in it but couldn't see anything through the dark lens except for a faint, glowing line—a heart monitor shape. It pulsed steadily but shifted in size and intensity depending on his mood, though right now, it remained flat.

"...What happened...to my optic?" The black screen showed no reflection, only a vague, shifting distortion of his surroundings. The heart monitor line blinked white, thin, and cold. He tried to feel something, but it was as if his emotional circuits had been disconnected.

"Your optic sustained irreparable damage. We had to replace it with a prototype optic lens. The screen optic is a unique design that reflects certain neural patterns. It may... change color or shape, depending on your emotional state, though given your current condition, it might take time for those functions to activate fully."

He felt his mind drift again, the information feeling distant. "Emotions..." he repeated, staring into the blank lens. It felt like something was missing inside him, but he couldn't put it into words.