He only felt the blinding, white-hot agony of his own Error runes threatening to melt his biological framework into a puddle of raw, unformatted slag.
—-
"System… dump the cache," Sebastian wheezed, his voice heavily distorted, a horrific mix of grinding metal and skipping audio files. "Dump the fucking cache!"
[Action Denied. Core Processing Overwhelmed. Please Wait.]
"I don't have time to wait, Clippy!" he snarled, digging his fingers into the metal floor. The sheer density of his body caused the steel to visibly warp and buckle under his grip.
He was absorbing billions of units of Source Code from the destroyed fleet. It was a monumental influx of power, enough to write a dozen new laws of physics, but his meat-suit was failing. He needed a Server Filter. He needed an outlet. He needed literally anything to bleed off the excess pressure before he detonated and wiped out this entire sector of the Juncture.
