[That...oddly sounds very much like the Process back home, except for those never had the ability to ever speak. (That is, if they weren't infecting a person, and even that was only somewhat understandable.) His wide eyes narrow and he puffs a bit on his cigarette, filing all that information away in his mind.]
[He stands back up, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth with bony fingers, breathing out the smoke before he speaks again:]
You are a collection of programs named...Legion. A hivemind, I presume?
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[He stands back up, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth with bony fingers, breathing out the smoke before he speaks again:]
You are a collection of programs named...Legion. A hivemind, I presume?