Reupload

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"Come on. You need a memory upload for the investigation," he said. I walked over and stood on the platform. He walked over to the machine and turned it on.

Upload is overloading neural network

Status has potential to be critical if upload proceeds.

98% remaining before upload is completed.

Upload complete. Neural network malfunctioning.

I felt the restraints release and I collapsed to my knees. "Alessa, Alessa can you hear me," a familiar but distorted voice asked. I looked up to see Connor. "C-Connor," I stammered. He looked relieved. "C-Connor the upload caused a malfunction in my neural network. I think it's h-having problems syncing due to the thirium regulator," I reasoned. "We can get one," he said. "It's to dangerous. W-We-We exit as planned," I replied. He helped me up to my feet and a guard walked in. I grabbed a gun and shot from the floor. Connor pulled me back up and we rushed to the window. It shattered and he held me close. I grunted at the sudden impact of the drone. "Hang on," Connor reassured.

Thirium regulator malfunctioning

We got in the water and my systems weren't cooperating. Connor got us to the ledge and seemed to be scanning me. "The memory upload was too much for the thirium regulator the more you try to function with the memories and an inadequate thirium regulator the higher your chance of shutting down," Connor pointed. "I'll be fine," I strained. "I can try to use a memory probe to pull and hold your memories until you have a sufficient thirium regulator," Connor stressed. "W-When you get stressed, you sound more robot. Just do what you need to I trust you," I stammered. He probed my memory removing the data from my system into his own. I regained some basic motor function, but the temperature had dropped and a new warning popped up.

System shut down due to freezing in 20 minutes.

"We need to hurry," I pressed. We practically ran to the bus stop and pulled up the bag. My legs caught and I collapsed again.

system shut down in 10 minutes

Connor wrapped me in both jackets and picked me up. "I'm not losing you again," he pressed.

System shut down in 15 minutes

I looked up at Connor before he placed me in the seat. He's already lost me once today. We showed up at Hanks and my vision was starting to go.

System shut down in 1 minute.
Prioritizing functions

"Hank! HANK! Open the door! Hank," Connor shouted frantically. I heard the door open and could no longer see despite how hard I fought to open my eyes. "What the fuck happened," Hank demanded. "It was a trap," Connor stated. I heard the door close behind us. The sounds of a fire was near.

Systems repairing

I grabbed Connor's shirt in my first and strained, "If I die, I'm coming back to haunt your asses!"

Activating Sleep Mode to continue repairs.

My eyes fluttered open.

Running diagnostic.
Scanning
20% Memory intact 80% saved to outside source
Neural network repaired
Thirium regulator still weak
Systems thawed
Mind Palace functioning
Preconstruct functioning
Full autonomy still active

I stopped the diagnostic and sat up. "I didn't know androids could sleep," Hank teased. "Only to prevent further damage. Much like how humans enter a coma to prevent brain damage from head traumas," Connor explained. "Connor told me what happened," Hank said. I thought back to the memory wipe. I tried so goddamn hard. I was still set back to following instructions. I couldn't recognize Connor let alone my own name. The thoughts of the distorted sounds came to mind as well. "Yeah not something I'd like to do again," I replied. "You had the tin man over here freaking the fuck out," Hank said nodding to Connor. I made eye contact with him and looked back to Hank as he handed me a cup of coffee. "Drink this, shower, and change. You'll feel better," Hank reassured. "I really can't say thank you enough," I spoke up. "I wouldn't be here without you two. It's the least I could do," Hank said walking out. I really liked the sweet sincere moments we got to share with him. "Don't get too used to the shit though," Hank interjected from the hallway.

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