[You backup fan finally fails. It’s getting unbearably hot in you chassis now. You feel like you’re boiling alive.]

[“I…” Your words trail off as Task fiddles with wires. The vision in your right eye flickers back on. You’re about to say something, but Task cuts you off by popping your eye back into the socket.]

[“Please don’t do that again, okay? I need you here.]

[“Mmmmmokay.” Your vision finally goes. “What’appened to myy sister?” It’s getting so hard to stay awake now, but you have to keep going.]

Task’s voice drops uncomfortably sweet. “He’s asleep. He didn’t leave you, I promise. Phyllis is in a better place now.” You’ve only ever heard that tone in funeral parlors. You don’t like it.]