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“Everything – everything but my name,” he murmured, and finally looked from the data projected over the disc clenched in his hands to the body crumpled at his feet, its eyes blank, void of everything that had once made it Beck as fiery tones seeped further and further into the circuits.

Once was an oversight; twice meant he was compromised.

Energy regulation defective, self-repair offline, patch acceptance and compatibility restricted, combat subroutines diminished – how could he have been so foolish as to think, even for a moment, that his ability to detect Clu’s malware hadn’t been the first thing to go?