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If a ten thousand trillion billion kilometer alligator had bit your holy ass-cheek then maybe your face would be half as twisted as it is right now. Impossible. This is impossible. This is beyond bullshit; this is a true, pure travesty, rivaling your own. And yet there she is, a giddy Sana with butterflies in her tummy just walking sideways across this flat 2D plane- the one inside Nemu Hiiragi’s book, the creator of all Uwasa.
λ Sana: …Ai-san!
Uwasa of the Anonymous AI: | >…Sana? |
When they finally meet after so long, there’s this special silence, this clean stillness that clears all your cares away like a windshield wiper. Sana Futaba looks as happy as a little kid, because we all learn to hide our excitement later.
Uwasa of the Anonymous AI: | >Sana? Why are you here? |
λ Sana: I came to see you, Ai-san!
The Uwasa pauses. Its shape is that of an glitchy-looking, enormous, nigh-faceless green woman wearing a white robe, with many sentences and numbers flickering around her. After Sana asked to disappear from this world she got lonely, and the Rumor of the Anonymous AI led her to cast herself from the top of the radio tower into the supposed ‘Endless Solitude’. You hadn’t had the balls to ask yet, but you think that gave her the courage to jump was the willingness to end it all. The rumors were true and Sana ended up in the Labyrinth of the Anonymous AI, a trap meant to draw energy from the despair of its single prisoner, with only the bitter, mean-spirited Uwasa itself for company.
