SOULWORK 1.23 RUN
Available Memory : CLEAR
Checking soul integration...
6̶̵̶̵̛̛̛̀̀͟͟͢͡͞6̷̷̸̷̸̸̵̡̡̢̡̧̛̛̛̀͘̕̕͢͜͜͟͠͡͠͞͞͠͝͠͞5̴̸̶̶̴̶̛́̀̕͘͟͝͝͠͞͡͠͞҉̨͜҉̴̸̸̷̧̡̢̨̨̀́̀̕̕͢͜͟͟͝͝͝͡͞͠҉4̷̶̴̴̧̛̛̀̕͟͜͜͠͞҉̴̶̶̵̴̴̡̡̢̛̀́́́͜͜͢͞͞͞͡͡҉̢̀͜͝͞҉̡͠͡҉̨̛̕͟҉̵̸̴̶̧̛̛́́͟͝4̵҉̵̴̶̸̸̴̵̛̛̀́͘͟͜͢͢͝҉̷̴̵̷̴̴̴̵̵̸̴̶̶̧̧̧̨̨̡̡̧̢̧̡̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̀̀́̀̕̕͘͘͘͘͟͢͜͢͢͢͡͞͞͡͠͡͡͝͞͝͡͝͝9̷̵̨̢̧̛̛̀̀̀́͟͟͟͜͜͟͠͠҉̶̴̷̸̢̢̛̀͘̕͘͞͠҉̵̧̧̀̕͘͟͜͜͜͡͝҉̷̶̷̴̵̸̡̨̢̡̨̢̧̡̀̀́̀̀̕͘̕̕͢͟͢͜͡͡͞͝͠͠͞͡͞͠͠͡͡҉̴̢͜͟͝҉̷͠9̴̵̴̷̷̵̧̨̨̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛́́̀́́́͘͘͘͢͢͟͟͜͢͜͞͡͞͡͞͝͡͠҉͞҉̴̴̛̛́̕͡͞͞͠͡͡͞͞͠҉҉̶̵̶̴̷̨̢̡̛̛̛̛́́̀̕͘͜͟͟͢͜͟͢͟͟͡͞͝͠͝͝͡͠͡͠͡҉̸̵̢̢̛͘͜͜͡͠͝҉0́҉̶̴̶̸̸̶̷̢̡̧̨̢̢̨̀́́͘͟͟͟͢͜͟͞͠͡͡͡҉̡͡҉̸̸̵̶̵̵̴̢̢̧͜͝͞͡҉̴̷̶̷̶̶̶̸̷̷̷̶̵̶̧̧̧̧̧̢̨̨̢̢̧̡̡̧̧̧̛̛̛́̀̀̀́̀̀́͘͘͘̕͘̕͘͘̕͘̕͘͘͟͟͢͢͟͢͟͢͜͢͝͞͝͠͞͝͠͞͡͠͠҉̶̶9̵̵̢̛̀̀͘҉̀́́͘͘͘̕͟͜͡͡͡͞͡͡҉́͟͟͢҉̸̷̸̷̢́͟͟͢͝͠͞҉̶̵̴̶̷̸̷̵̸̴̧̢̢̨̢̡̡̢̡̡̡̧̛̛̛̀́͘̕͘͘͘͟͟͢͢͜͟͜͢͜͝͝͝͠͞͠҉̷̸̶̸̷̸̢̡̛̀͜͟͟͜҉̶̵̵̸̵̷̵̶̴̡̢̡̨̛́́́́́͘͘̕͢͟͡͝͝҉̸̴̨̧͘̕͜͠͠͠͠9̢̡́͘҉̴̴̨̡̀̀̀̕̕͜͜͝͝͞͞͠҉̶̸̷̶̷̵̢̡̧̧̡̡̧̢̧̡̧̛̛̀̀́̀́̕̕̕̕͟͢͜͜͜͢͟͝͞͞͞͞͞͠͡͝͡҉̴̶̢͘͢͟҉̷̸̸̷̸̴̶̴̴̧̧̢̨̛̛̀́̀́̀́̀́͘̕͘̕͘͢͢͟͜͢͢͢͟͠͠͡͠͝͞͡͝͡͠͞͞͡҉̕҉̴̢̨̨̨̡̛̕̕͜͢͞͡͞͠҉҉̴̴̢̨̛͘͟҉̀͟͢͟͢͝͝͞4̴̡̡̧̧̧̛͜͜͜͞҉̴́̀̕̕͜͞͞҉̀͘͠͡͞͡͞҉҉̶̧̀͠҉̸̷̶̴̷̴̵̵̶̷̸̸̷̴̸̷̴̶̴̢̡̢̧̢̨̢̧̨̧̨̛̛́́̀̀́͘̕̕̕͘͘͢͟͟͟͜͜͢͢͢͠͠͝͡͝͡͞͡͞͞͞҉̴̸̴̶̵̴̵̶̧̨̧̧̧̡̛́́́̕̕͢͟͜͟͢͟͝͝͞͞͠͞҉̢̛̛́́͘͝͡҉̵̶̷̸̴̸̡̡̧̧̡̡̨̛̛̀́͘̕̕̕͘͟͜͝͡͞͞͞͞҉̧̨͢͜3̷҉̴̸̴̷̨̢̛̀͘͘͜͜͟͝͠͠͠͡͞҉̸̴̸̴̴̴̴̨̢̡̧̧̡̡̛́̀̀̕͢͟͜͢͜͟͜͢͟͡͠͝͞҉̴̷̶̷̶̷̸̸̶̶̴̵̸̴̴̸̵̵̸̴̷̴̧̢̨̧̡̛́̀́́͘̕̕̕͘͟͢͜͟͜͟͜͠͡͠͡͡҉̴̷̷̡̢̨̢̀͘͟͝͠͡҉̷̴̷̡̀̀̀̕̕͜͟͡͠҉̸̸̷̷̷̡̡́̀́͝҉̷̴̶̷̴̸̵̶̷̨̧̨̢̢͘͘͜͡͝͡͞҉̸̨͘҉̶̨̨́́̕͘͡͡҉̵҉̸̧̛̛̕͘͟͠͠3̵̵̨̛͢҉̴̷̸̀̀͟͟͜͠͠҉̴̢̧̧͟͝͝͝͝͞҉̧҉̵̷̴̷̶̨̨̧̨̢̀́̀́͘̕͟͢͜͟͜͢͜͢͢͠͝͞͠͞͠҉̶̧̧̢̡́̕͘͟͟͟͞͡͡҉̨̧̕͜͡҉̴̶̷̶̵̵̶̶̡̡̧̨̨̨̡̡̛̛̛̛̀̀̀͘̕͜͢͝͡͝͠͡҉̸̴̶̸̶̵̵̷̴̶̵̡̨̧̨̢̡̛̛̛́̀͘̕̕͘͘̕͘̕̕̕͜͜͜͜͟͢͡͡͠͡͞͠͠͠͝͞҉̴̷̵̵̸̨̧̧̡̨̨̢̧̡̡̡̨̛̀́̀͘͘̕͜͟͢͢͜͠͝͡͞͝͞͝͠͞͠͠͞͞͝2̕҉҉̶̶̷̷̶̵̵̸̵̵̵̶̴̶̵̶̵̨̡̢̢̡̢̡̢̨̧̡̨̢̛̛̛̀̀́́̀́̀́͘͘͘̕͟͢͢͜͜͢͢͢͢͟͢͢͢͟͠͝͝͠͠͠͡͠͝҉̵̶̷̷̴̶̵̵̶̴̶̢̡̧̨̢̢̢̨̨̛̛́̀̀̕͘̕͘̕͘̕͟͢͟͞͠͠͠͞҉̷̨̨̛͜͞͝҉̡̡̧̧̡́͠҉̶́҉̷̷̸̸̷̸̴̴̴̶̸̶̷̸̸̵̶̵̨̡̢̧̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̀̀́̀̀̕̕͘̕͢͟͢͢͜͢͟͡͝͡͡͠͠͝͡҉̶̷̨̨̨̢̨̧̨̡̛̛̛̛̀́̀̀̀͘̕̕̕̕̕͜͜͜͜͞͝͡͝͠͡͝͠
Soul integration success!
Starting Up...
You begin. From that brief black, and the swirling void of unconscious fear; your eyes... your new eyes open. You raise your arm. Perfect, ceramic plate greets your vision.
Running initial diagnostic...
It comes to you without thinking. Your body, examing itself; involuntarily prodding for anything wrong, any stall in its function. You feel yourself being seen by yourself, down to the last pseudoneuron, down to the last microtransistor.
All systems nominal. (Errors detected: 0)
"Well...? D... did it work?"
Ah. Her voice. Your gaze shifts to the figure that's been looming above your bleary vision. Her. Presephone. Your... girlfriend? Your new witch.
Her face is contorted with worry, and the voice comes to you. Clear and authorotative monotone.
"No errors detected. It worked."
It worked. Presephone did everything right. You knew she would. She followed the manual's instructions to the letter, but there's always a risk. This stuff is still bootleg doll freeware. Anything could have gone wrong.
But it didn't. This was her first try, she took every precaution. Presephone... Miss did everything right.
Gingerly, you ease off the metal table; taking care not to disturb the mass of wires still docked into your back ports.
"Greetings, Miss. I am pleased to be your new doll." You punctuate your second sentence with a curtsy.
Miss is suddenly upon you in a tight hug. You feel a pop on your back. A clattering sound hits the floor.
Oops.
Unexpected power disconnect!
Entering rest mode...
Your body slumps in Miss' arms.
For the very first time in years, you dream.