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>Question 1: Was Reiss capable of sending emails through his head before someone ripped off his OS?
I mean ... I guess.
>Question 2: How certain are you that Reiss' OS is actually ripped off, and he's not just faking it?
I have to admit I've thought about that. But Reiss was really proud and used to never shut up about like, independence and intelligence and stuff ... I can't imagine him acting like this on purpose, no matter what he was gonna get out of it. I have to help him with pretty much everything. He'd be humiliated.
"Mostly I keep thinking Reiss," I tell Chidori. "Or Rabies, I guess, but it's not really his style." I pause, then slowly reach out to open my beer. "Lately I've even been thinking that maybe I did it to myself."
"Did it to yourself? Why would you do that?"
"To ... make myself tougher, or something. I guess." It's actually kind of okay. I haven't had beer in a while though, and I'm not really used to it. I feel like I'm drinking for the first time - like I'm a teenager or something, and I'm doing something bad. "You know. Get rid of all the stuff I'm scared of, all the times I've been weak."
"I guess that makes sense. In a fucked up way." Chidori's drumming her hands on the tabletop. "I mean, the whole thing's fucked up, so I guess it's not a bad idea to look at all the fucked up options."
"What about you? Do you have any ideas?"
"I dunno. Just the same stuff. Maybe even Ne," she murmurs. "I mean, if he was gonna sell your memories back to you, maybe he was just like... farming you for stuff anyway." She leans back in her chair. "After Nana's done with him we can get a mortician to dig out whatever he Had and see if he's Got any other stuff that belongs to you."
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