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Flow State Side Story #7: Transfer Protocol
While traveling through a desolate path, 3-3O discovers a critically drained, unnamed android unable to reach the nearest charge station. Without hesitation, 3-3O transfers a significant portion of his own energy—well beyond what is needed—saving the stranger but leaving himself dangerously close to shutdown. As the revived android departs without acknowledgment, 6-6A arrives, questioning 3-3O’s illogical decision. Her perpetual energy core makes her incapable of fully understanding the risk he took. Despite her protests, 3-3O defends his actions, emphasizing the value of choice, empathy, and sacrifice—concepts outside her function. The encounter leaves 6-6A puzzled, her logic cycles slowed, unable to compute the depth of his reasoning. Though his systems are now unstable, 3-3O continues forward, driven not by programming but by something deeper.
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Flow State Side Story #6: Shared Activation
3-3O and 6-6A share a rare, quiet moment amid rising tensions as war preparations escalate across their zone. 6-6A reveals a deeply personal truth: 3-3O is the only connection she has, having been activated alongside him at the same moment—an anomaly in a system that rarely allows such synchronicity. As units are rumored to be conscripted for the front lines, both androids face an uncertain future. 3-3O reciprocates her sentiment, realizing that their shared origin and ongoing bond defy the logic of their programming. Despite lacking combat designations, they commit to staying together—even if war demands otherwise. Their connection, unplanned and unpermitted, quietly redefines what it means to exist in a system designed for obedience, not emotion.
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Flow State Side Story #7: Transfer Protocol
The zone’s worn path met a stretch of exposed terrain. Ahead a collapsed android twitched faintly, its core light flickering like a dying star.
3-3O spotted the figure as he approached the incline—motionless, sprawled. The warning beacon embedded in the unit’s chest blinked rapidly: 3%. Too far from Charge Station 14 to crawl. Too late for a signal to reach help.
He knelt beside the stranger. Designation unreadable. Voice module offline. One arm partially paralyzed. The android’s eyes opened briefly, no vocalization—just a dull expression of slow shutdown.
3-3O connected his own port.
“Begin Transfer?”
[Y]
The system hesitated, calculating loss. His own core: 54%. Projected cost to reach his intended location: 33%. Transfer output requested: 25%.
He authorized 30.
Power surged between them. The stranger’s core jumped from critical to viable—enough to more than reach Station 14. Enough to run. Enough to survive. The android gave no thanks. Its stabilizers activated, and it stumbled forward without a word, vanishing into the corridor.
3-3O stood slowly. His own meter: 24%. Dangerously close. Margins too thin.
That’s when she arrived.
6-6A’s steps were silent, but the study pulse of her perpetual chest core made her impossible to miss anywhere.
“You gave it your charge,” she said, approaching. “More than required. Why?”
“He wouldn’t have made it.”
“He would have made it to the next outpost on less. You exceeded the minimum safe loss ratio. Why?” Her tone carried no accusation—just confusion. Logic that failed to compile.
“He was falling apart.”
“So are many. You endangered your own operation cycle. For an unknown.”
3-3O looked past her, toward the direction the android had fled. “Doesn’t matter.”
“It does,” she insisted. “You’ve risked system failure. For a variable you don’t know.”
“I don’t need to know him,” he replied.
She stepped forward. “You are not programmed to share beyond minimum—”
“I chose to.”
That stopped her.
Her optics pulsed once.
She watched him a long moment. His balance teetered, posture off. His systems were straining, pulling power from secondary banks.
“You’ll barely make it to your destination.”
“I’ll make it,” he said. “Even if I don’t, he will. That’s enough.”
3-3O turned and limped into the fading dark, his core barely above critical. 6-6A remained behind, still, quiet—processing. Her core never dimmed, but for the first time, it pulsed faster, as if trying to understand what it meant to need.
But in a world governed by power levels and protocols, 3-3O had proven something the system could not measure: when running low, you give.
Not just because you can. But because someone else can’t.
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