The data was lost.
And he should have known all along that she could never withstand this succession of blows. The backlash from pulling back that sword strike had severely damaged her entire body. While she was still conscious, she could resist the Flesh Plague's corrosion, but after she used her last ten-odd percent of energy to stabilize his soul, she had already lost her final safeguard.
Because this was not the Hive.
There was no Intelligent Brain here to synchronize her lost data, nor a complete technological infrastructure to repair her injuries. She had no psionics like his, which allowed him to exist independently of a Central Processing Unit, nor water from the Mother Tree of Desire's spring to stabilize the injuries to her soul.
He had simply abandoned her in this place full of flesh, leaving her to die, forgotten, little by little...
"Are you sure?! Are you sure she can't remember anything?!"
At the core, the Natural Girl frowned and turned to look at Lynn, who sat there in silence.
On the tree trunk's neural network before them, an image appeared of the figure in that room. She sat there quietly. Like all mechanical programs, in the absence of instructions, she simply remained on standby, consuming as little energy as possible.
Lynn remained silent for a moment, then said:
"A large portion of her data is missing. After her body shut down, the Flesh Plague rapidly invaded and damaged her processor over those few hours. As a direct result, several crucial components that sustain her consciousness suffered varying degrees of damage."
For a flesh lifeform,
that would mean the brain housing its consciousness had suffered irreversible damage and loss.
The Mother Tree of Desire frowned and said:
"Is this some kind of joke?! She's a subset of