What she needed was some sort of code key to unravel her jumbled mind.
As it usually did, analyzing her situation gave her a massive headache which seemed to affect all of her head, both cybernetics and organic parts.
“Run NWC protocol 100. I need better focus to maintain the prime directive. I am a New World Companion. My contract with Eric 754 has been initiated.”
She repeated her primary directive several more times, the one hard coded on her sometimes confused logic chip. Just like always, saying the words aloud eased a nervous churning in her gut and settled her mind. It also started some sort of chemical chain reaction that created dopamine, which usually calmed her mental confusion… at least it did when everything was working properly.
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