"We found the chip containing his personality data and memory backup."
The Colossus Brain leaned against his shoulder, her lashes lowered. Her lips moved, and even her quiet voice seemed tinged with loneliness.
"But it's badly damaged. The disease has eaten away at it, destroying much of the data. When he discarded it, he must have been prepared to burn his bridges. He never expected to come back alive..."
And that was his curse.
The more he used his power, the faster he pushed himself toward the abyss of losing himself.
He forgot the course of civilization, forgot who he was, forgot the people around him.
Everything became disconnected fragments.
"Is there any other way to bring Big Brother back?"
Lynn spoke quietly.
Even if he used the same method to suppress the curse inside Sir Awen now, it would only stop him from forgetting the few fragments he still had. Recovering the personality he had already lost was almost impossible.
The Colossus Brain opened her eyes and looked at the dazed figure with his head bowed.
"There should still be a way."
"Do you remember, Lynn? I remember him telling me he didn't dare keep all his backups in his own hands. Because if he lost himself or something happened, there would be almost no way for him to restore himself through his own abilities."
"He needed someone he trusted enough, someone strong enough to pull him back once he lost himself."
Lynn froze.
Almost immediately, he remembered what Sir Awen had once told him.
He abruptly looked down at the silver-eyed little girl in his arms and found her looking back at him. The meaning in her eyes was already clear.
"The Matriarch!"
As though he had seized that sliver of hope, even Lynn's gaze grew urgent.
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