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(Voice from before)

The CPU insect, as you knew him's soul is dead as of post your bosses' announcement, figurehead ponte, at his own hand. The man that issued that challenge's word no longer matters.

The success he had over the last few weeks over there, despite his attempting to counterbalance with his work for us and those he and we have... or had, in his case... actual respect for has in accordance with the contract the lad wrote...

Alas... (the voice turns... wistful.) all our boy wanted was to work the rest of his days for us, and the people he thought of his family, but our attempts to keep you... morons on life support with our funds and talent, and all of the work we had the lad to get the word out to try and keep you people alive for naught. Working here, for the UCA, kept the lad in a constant state of depression and self-hatred. 'Why wasn't it helping, why would you people refuse the help you desperately needed, why wouldn't we let him come home....?

....Did I do all of that for nothing...? What... what was the point of traveling and getting the word out if the higher ups were just going to end the enterprise in sixth months anyway?' ...And, as such, he attempted to forfeit his free will last night, and hand it over to us, for he didn't see the point in working as hard as he was for you, with the knowledge that none of it would matter any longer in six months. We aren't the monsters you think we are, and... despite us going along with the removal of his I's, and the... adjustment of his tongue, refused his surrender of himself to us.

(The voices arms audibly shift, and you'd imagine an obvious look of disappointment and resentment across the voice's face, if one was to appear.) ...We've had the lad go into metal and physical therapy, and his friends here are helping him deal with his self-loathing and depression, since none of you seemed to think, or notice that anything was out of the ordinary.

(The voice trembles with rage.) Not that you care for anyone but yourself, despite your inevitable protests to the contrary, so this is what this means for you: You're going to have to fucking wait for him to heal to attempt to assuage your fragile ego, dirtbag. We don't know how long this'll take, but you will be informed when he's prepared. If you don't WANT to wait, you can face his double, that... roboti...thing that's facing off against the Butcher currently. (MECHA waves.)

Otherwise, you're going to have to find someone else working for your organization that cares, if you can.

(The voice spits.)

Let's just say... we have our doubts. You'll hear from us again when it's time, and not a moment before.
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My thesaurus arrived yesterday, but when I opened it it was blank inside. I have no words to describe how angry I am.