Sir Awen's words immediately made Lynn realize how serious the situation was.
But Lynn did not panic. Watching Sir Awen's tightly knitted brows, he reached deep into System Space and took out the chip. "Then do you remember this, Big Brother Awen?"
Sir Awen's gaze fell on his palm, the tiny chip flickering with psionics reflected in his eyes.
"This is my Memory Chip. How did you get it?"
A faint smile appeared on Lynn's face. "You gave it to me yourself. After ascending to become an Origin, you told me that if you ever suddenly forgot my name, I should give you this chip so the copy inside could restore your lost memories. Do you still remember how to use it?"
Sir Awen took the chip, his brows tightly furrowed.
Memory loss.
Sometimes, it was like a gradual, imperceptible change.
Perhaps it took only an instant, making you suddenly forget so much without even realizing it.
"I remember." Holding the chip, he gazed intently at Lynn and said,
"And I also remember that this is the last spark of our Cyber Civilization. The memories of our entire civilization are inscribed within it. I may have forgotten your name, but I know that if I dared to entrust this chip to you, then you must be the person I trust most-my dearest friend."
Lynn smiled faintly, the worry in his eyes finally fading.
Because he understood.
Losing some of his memories would not truly rob Sir Awen of all his judgment.
His wisdom still held fast to the ideals he fought for.
"Restore them, Big Brother Awen. Before the curse completely erases all your memories, let yourself remember what you've forgotten."
Lynn looked at him earnestly.
Sir Awen looked at the chip in his hand and tightened his grip slightly.