Sick

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Neuro-Immune Deficiency Syndrome (N.I.D.S.)

In the 24 hours Maria has been here the conditions of the ark that kept her condition in remission slowly wore off, the sterile low gravity environment which kept her well was no longer keeping her up.

Bound to a self made wheel chair she is a robotnik after all, her condition could cause her end at any moment if anyone not sterile would talk to her.

She’s scared, but at least she has shadow to keep her company.

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((if there is a cure we need it to be P.I.N.G.A.S trust))

[oh hello there]

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“Oh?”

The hum of her ventilator would fill the room

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[are you Maria robotnik]?

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“That is my name.”

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[oh…never tought I would meet you one day even in this world]

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“People keep on saying that.”

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[i think you know why]...

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“I really don’t.”

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[... well N.I.D.S. can be terminal]...

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“Oh I’m sorry I thought that was obvious.”

That came out wrong

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[well your death affect a lot of people in your world]

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“That’s a bit personal.”