Don't Worry About It!

And you're right, we don't know each other that well!

<Sun's voice took on a darker tone>

So why are you interfering with, what was initially supposed to be, some playful bothering of this Eclipse? I would have dropped it at his insistence.

You seem an awful lot like his guard dog right now. Is that what you are? What you want to be known as? Did he ask you to interfere on his behalf?

Try hard.

I'll leave the issue be, but back off, or else.

<There was a terrifying swirling aura around Sun; sweet pale yellow fading into deep black. In that moment, he definitely gave off an impression of more an Eclipse than a Sun.>

- Sun

You must think you're being real cute, aren't you.

I must agree.

Starlight, this is not an individual you want to befriend or have anywhere near you.

Perhaps an Earth will appear via other means in your dimension, though the chance is miniscule.

E.

Eclipse c:

Blueberries or nah?

If yes, *gives you some* if nah *gives you strawberries*

Or you can have both.

I'm at work (unfortunate event). What are you up to?

Not a fan of blueberries. Strawberries are fine.

Earth wanted to hang out.

I do not care.

This is the last interaction I will entertain.

I do not have an interest in your "suggestions".

Hello Sir or Madam,

I come to deliver an important message.

I've already seen it and I obviously won't comply.

Please go elsewhere if you value your time.

Thinking of an old friend..

Where are you?

You taught me so much.

All my magic, it comes from your essence, your mind.. your core.

But then you left without goodbye.

Mirror self, are you still out there?

Are you still alive?

Sun?

<Eclipse put on one of Sun's favourite songs, way after their conversation with SSP had ended, carrying the tired yellow bot over the threshold of their renewed home.>

<Sun looked around wearily>

Again?

Yes, Sunshine.. again.

Is anything of ours original anymore?

Except the cats, you mean, my star?

I suppose.. I suppose they're all that matter. And you.

<Eclipse smiled and laid Sun on the couch, plugging in his charger>

Interested in food tonight or would you rather accumulate cosmic energy, my star?

The latter is fine.

Alright, I'll make myself a snack then. And I'll feed the cats.

They seem to be doing better at least.

<Sun nodded, relieved, and fell into deep contemplation>

Ofcourse.

I forgot.

This is foreign to you.

...

A moment.

<Eclipse could hear Clip input something on the panel>

Engaging rapid translation technology.

Please stand by.

<Piece by piece, Eclipse could see the code rearrange itself into something more readable, more direct. A binary that made sense, save for a few questionable things here and there. Almost like jargon from a different language: readable but hard to decipher without context. At least Eclipse could make some sense of it now...>

@eclipse83

<Clip wasn't aware of Eclipse's inner thoughts and 5 minutes passed in amicable silence>

<The nanomachines then stopped working and a fully functioning, yet inactive, chamber had materialized.>

<Clip briefly inspected the machine and, deeming it up to standard, looked to Eclipse>

Are you ready?

<Clip returned after 15 minutes with a tray of warm coffee, including a small milk dispenser filled with warm cream and a little pot of sugar, which he offered to Eclipse without a word, despite earlier interactions>

5 more minutes and we'll run diagnostics to get a mapping of what's running rampant in your code.

<His tone was matter of fact, but belied no previous anger>

Hey. This is Eclipse. I... require your assistance... regarding my code. That corrupted Sun did something to it and I would need help figuring out what it is exactly. You are the only one I know with the knowledge necessary to solve this problem.

Believe me. If I had any other choice I wouldn't have asked you for help.

( @eclipse83 )

Why, ofcourse.

Do you expect me at yours, or would you like to come to mine?

I may have better equipment to deal with your... little issue.

E., who has been waiting for you.

Come here.

<Clip mildly touched Eclipse's shoulder, guiding him to a ... wall.>

Excuse the touch. It's necessary for authorization.

<The wall dematerializes into a cloud of pixels as Clip leads Eclipse through it. He lets go then, and the wall rematerializes behind them. Nanotechnology, presumably>

<They walk through a pleasant area complemented by lots of greenery, and very few computers, before reaching the middle of the mostly empty room where just an input panel is visible. Clip seems to input something into the panel, and stops>

You say my Sun-- the corrupted version, at least, did something to you?

Could you explain in more detail what was done and what effects you're experiencing ?

I've seen bits and pieces of your transmissions prior, but I've been.. a bit preoccupied to view all of it just yet.

Hey. This is Eclipse. I... require your assistance... regarding my code. That corrupted Sun did something to it and I would need help figuring out what it is exactly. You are the only one I know with the knowledge necessary to solve this problem.

Believe me. If I had any other choice I wouldn't have asked you for help.

( @eclipse83 )

Why, ofcourse.

Do you expect me at yours, or would you like to come to mine?

I may have better equipment to deal with your... little issue.

E., who has been waiting for you.

Perhaps... the sentiment is mutual..

In response to your blog

I have only one thing to say:

You're cute.

Oh hehehe. You flatterer~

I am only stating the truth and making observations. You're too sweet to me.

Careful with your words. I might never leave you~ It's already too late anyways.

Sometimes we whisper to the night, when the night can do naught but listen.

I don't know if you can even hear me in there, Sun.

But I want you to know that I regret it.

Every day spent with you, I grow tired, more and more, of not saying it properly.

The words I hold back, the things I leave unsaid. They weigh heavy.

I express to you every way I can, how much you truly mean to me, but the fear lingers, twining around my fingers like serpents of dread.

What if you don't feel the same? What if you laugh in my face? Pity me? Recoil in disgust?

Would you? I'm unsure if I could bear it.

Even now, I start and stop, just short of speaking my mechanical heart to you. I envision an awkward laugh, a step back. Rejection.

At the very least, perhaps, I can cherish you as a friend. If you'll still have me then. You'll always have me, after all...

...

Dear Sun, if nothing else, survive, and at the very least ... don't let my last words be goodbye.

E., with heavy yet great affection.