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A powerful, critical eye settled upon the Arch Magos as he gave his bow to his superior. There was something there, a psychic sense, that was attacking his senses. It was oblivion, and the one who eliminated it was his judge.
+Protocol 11544+ The Fabricator General ordered, allowing the Magos to raise his head to face his contemporary. It was hard to do this thanks to the man’s new state of being, +It is good to see you once again ADM1N. So many years has it been since we’ve converted from one to one.+
+It has been long enough.+ The Magos said as he finished locking his emotions away into the vaults where they should be stored, +What is your assessment of my actions and of the Federation?+
TalOS gave a deep nod that could only show the understanding within it. ADM1N noted that his emotional cortex, for all intents, could not give him a reading on what he should be feeling from that. Too far was it overwhelmed by the emotions that the creature which was TalOS became.
+I approve of your actions Magos ADM1N. I did not fully foresee my incapacitation, but knew that whatever occurred upon Xana will not lead to my death.+ The Saint stated as he brushed a perfectly mended hand in the air, +Your actions are by far the most interesting of everyones. I was aware many would attempt at this throne, and you are the one who succeeded. Congratulations are in order for your orders cement my faith that the Federation will last far more eras after my death.+
+I thank you for this praise.+ ADM1N spoke in a mechanical response. Such a response was not made through feeling organs but through algorithmic understanding. Such a thing was needed when his thoughts were hard to regulate, such as having to commune with a Titan.
+It is for this that I wish to formalize your actions. From hence force you are Fabricator Locum, when I am away you shall act in my stead. May we work to have the Federation Prosper.+ The Fabricator General announced with a good amount of emotion displayed.
+I humbly ask-+ ADM1N had to stop himself for a second as he comprehended those words. His automated reply would have been to ask for a delay in decision, giving him a chance to clear his mind and wash out his Emotional Vaults from the contagion that was infesting them. He administered the correction with a second’s thought, +that you guide me well Fabricator General TalOS. I look forward to our cooperation.+
And with those words ADM1N had secured himself and the Legio Titanica.
