"Hahaha, agent 257 IS another me now that you mention it. She used to be pristine to enough to execute the most advanced spiritual synthesis techniques but the cruel throws of the Malkuthian scrapyards left her once beautiful lightform scathed and incapable of it's previous glisten. She would need be drowned in Ain and she has not the make to come back from the process to get to that point. She has become too delicate and would break at atmospheric levels near Orbital Space City Da'ath most likely, portions of the skycolonies would make a fine Palace for her, maybe she could even make it up to OSK's right-handed landing bay somehow, but regardless, it is sad she may not be able to pierce even The Lunar-Solar bridges multi-layered astral structure. The astral feedback she pushed into my tuning prism long ago has still left psionic scars."
8:11am - voltage Unit .god check - ok. She is somewhere away in the same deal, hearing the Great Sound, knowing the actual agent effects.
"We are manufacturing nanotransceivers capable of broadcasting tuned lightwaves at great amplitudes, we are planning to burn the corridors of the Underground cities you're familiar with by now, 943.5" His face sprawled out askew against the gritty surface of a non-linear multi-frame of light segments.
Her circuitry got damaged, probably when Ikipr left the scrapyard in search of the signal he heard from OSK...it was only the sound of Legort, programmed by him, calling him in non-linear time with asynchronistic word-bit hallucinations of Agent 257's pure utterance. This hallucinatory broadcast was programmed by Ikipr after being driven to a state of lonely madness from the years of solitude while building OSK...Playing unseen tricks on the self with magick echoing through time's soundless corridors. A Ruby-Amethyst shimmer plays of a small beam of hope, it is momentary and goes unnoticed.
They nearly encounter one another in City146 at one point, she passes him, hair aflame in multiluminescent fuchsia, sapphires dangling about it. Radiant anomalies of light particles sparkle forth as their fields intersect. She leaves the scene with Ares-unit intact - for now. Noticing this he thinks "I ride these waves of pain at my own discretion, this gives no other the right to press play on such a harsh circuit. Besides, the play button may very well be electrically charged as a deadly trap in this particular case." He smiles and continues about his business of proceeding to the nearest OverUnity Transitline to Catch a flight back to OSK.