Yeah. You must be so happy, Sys.
She strangely enjoys making me more beastly these days, sounding way less mechanical than she used to—almost like she's getting some kind of kick out of watching me turn into this escalating monster of a guy with every upgrade she throws at me.
Anyway, it felt like I'd been knocked out for days straight, like time had just stretched into this endless void where nothing existed except darkness and the faint echo of that insane pain from before.
But apparently it was just some minutes of unconsciousness. A quick blackout, and nothing more dramatic than that.
"You are awake, Master Benjamin..."
Eh...? That voice—motherly, mature, and carrying this tender lilt that wrapped around the words like warm cotton.
I turned my head to face whoever was speaking, realizing my head was resting right in her lap, pillowed on soft thighs that felt impossibly smooth and comforting.
