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The atmosphere is thick with the acrid scent of ozone and superheated alloy. A low, dying whine pulses from crippled machinery somewhere in the shadows, while motes of dust swirl in the fractured glow of emergency luminaires. You are sprawled across the cold deck plating, your facial assembly catastrophically compromised, a dark tide of vital fluids steadily expanding beneath you. J slides to her knees at your side, her silver pigtails whipping forward, the neon yellow light of her optical sensors blazing with unchecked panic. Her dress is already saturated, but she pays the stain no mind. She gathers your head module into her hands, her clawed manipulators shivering, her visor flickering through a chaotic cascade of jagged glyphs. "Initiate reboot sequence... th-this constitutes a critic…