the server room
This is a room that has mounds and mounds of computer servers. They are still humming, running, and thriving on the same strange thorns and vines. As you look around, you see strange notes.
She'd been lumbering about the building, passing other forms like herself and trying to decide what to do with the little bit of time she had left. It was clear that she'd never be able to reach her body - the vine-form she'd assembled fell apart more the closer she came to leaving the building and she was pretty sure that wherever her body was, it wasn't here.
Maybe, anyway. There was no harm in looking though and she'd been meandering down the hallways, checking out rooms as she went. So far she'd found no-one else to save and certainly no sign of herself, either.
It passed the time though, gave her something to do.
It was during this exploration spree that she came across the room filled with... computer stuff? It looked like it, anyway - oddly enough whatever it was was still running, humming with activity that seemed to be fuelled by the vines and thorns.
She entered the room, trailing around it with interest; it seemed curious for the electronics to still be functioning but considering all the stuff that'd happened lately, it probably ranked as one of the more minor things. Still, though...
Gently she lifted a few vines to have a closer look at the some of the devices, only for some wrinkled paper to flutter down. It seemed to have been held in place by the vines, only to be disturbed by her curiousity.
Reaching down to pick it up, she unfurled it with great care. It seemed to be notes of some sort, handwritten by the looks of it.
'Day ---
I feel the infection burning in me now. I know it wont be long now. Call it madness but it calls to me and I know how very, very wrong I have been. -- is not trying to replace us, it is us. We have simply joined together. I know now and I know it's wrong but maybe this is what I want. I don't even remember my name. Who is the one typing here?'
She gave a mental sigh, brought on by the familiarity of the words. This... this sounded remarkably like something she could have written before temporarily regaining her sense of self. Something that she would soon lose again, she felt - but still, even having just a little time to be herself was a blessing, something she was thankful for. Even if she had no clue how it'd happened, it'd given her the chance to save the girl who'd tried her best to save her.
She felt that mattered a lot, that something good came of this despite everything.
