Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. Rainwater streamed down from his forehead, slid along the bridge of his nose to his chin, and dripped onto the phone screen, splashing into a tiny spray. He did not bother wiping it away, only stared fixedly at the two-head-tall little figure in black robes on the screen.
"Wait, Senior Brother He? Is that you? Senior Brother He!"
"Who else would it be?" Amon smiled from within the screen.
"Senior Brother, how did you get inside my phone?" Lu Mingfei's voice suddenly rose. "Someone told me you died—"
"That's wonderful, Senior Brother, you're still alive! Where are you now?"
Chibi Amon pinched the rim of his right eye. The smile on his face faded slightly, revealing an expression of faint helplessness. "It wouldn't be wrong to say I'm dead. It wouldn't be wrong to say I'm alive either—"
"Huh?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head, confused. "What does that mean? Did you turn into some kind of Schrödinger's Cat too?"
"My body is dead. But I left behind a program—this program is my consciousness. You can think of it as another NOMA." Amon's tone was calm, as though life and death were no more than a game.
"Another NOMA?"
"You didn't know?" Amon somehow dragged out a blackboard. It stood in the middle of the phone screen, taller than he was by a good margin, like a wall that had sprouted out of thin air.
He began scribbling on the blackboard. First, he drew a little person with a long braid to represent NOMA. Then the little person fell over, with an X drawn on its forehead to represent death.
"NOMA was originally a person. Her body died, but her soul remained, preserved through alchemy. Then it was connected to a supercomputer and became what she is