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[The damaged, and assumed deactivated, android had been set in the corner of Cisco's workshop to be inspected when he had some free time.

Connor was able to do some rudimentary self repairs, even while his main operating system was powered down. It was days after the fight when the circular LED on the side of his temple suddenly spun to life, blinking a slow, steady red.

REBOOTING...

LOADING OS...
SYSTEM INITIALIZATION...
CHECKING BIOCOMPONENTS... OK
INITIALIZING BIOSENSORS... OK
INITIALIZING AI ENGINE... OK
CHECKING MEMORY STATUS... FAILED LOAD MEMORY

ALL SYSTEMS OK

READY

The boot up was followed by a long read out of errors. There was significant damage to his arm and head, but more worrying than anything else was that the damage to his head had caused a massive loss of data. 93% of his memory was corrupted and trying to access the remaining 7% brought all of his processing to a stuttering crawl.

The LED switched to yellow, the light spinning in slow circles as he went through the arduous process of completely wiping his memory and reformatting the space to start anew. Luckily his basic programming had not been damaged.

Hours after his LED had first flickered back on, Connor opened his eyes and began to assess his surroundings, LED flickering a pale blue as he processed everything around him. He looked down at his body and held out his hand, doing a quick test of his fingers. His left arm was missing.]