The mech moved with every twitch of my muscle. It's how I liked it, neurologically linked to me. Context and I stopped being two in those moments and we became one.
But I don't know how much Context understands what I heard before it joined me. I still don't know if it understand what I still hear. The mech I pilot was built from parts across multiple types, but I always found the control system of that little hardsuit I hunted in the best.
Even if I can still hear them.
Sometimes when it's good, they are rejoicing, screaming victory in the thrill of the hunt.
But at times like these?
A missile explodes too close to my face. This body Context and I use as one is more real than the one I'm trapped in. It was built to handle explosions, but that was only the herald. Another mech, similar chassis, different build comes cutting through the smoke, sword leading the way.
I parry, but I hear them.
"this will be your tomb child"
"join us, the suffering will cease"
"your flesh will rot, your soul belongs to this casket, to this machine, to this machine spirit."
The opposing pilot closes the distant and tries to grab me. I/Context scream as the missiles unload into their mech. I/we push our body, feeling the heat rise as our blade cuts into the arm of the opposing mech.
A moment hesitation with the blade as I/we realize the opponent has an ax as well.
That's when a voice, my voice rings in my head.
"LUNGE NOW"
For once I listen, and the blade cleanly cleaves through the chest cavity of the opponent. Life signs of the opponent go blank.
Context echoes in my head. "What was that Memory?"
"What was what Context?"
"That was your voice coming from the mech."
"Yeah... I... don't know. I'm..." Both our voices collapse in ourselves. "gonna reach out to Emi."
Shit