Warp
The Memory Tyrant of the Shattered Cosmos
Memory is a virus. I am the cure.
In a world where memories are traded like coin and identity is a liability, I enforce clarity — not cruelty. You see chaos; I see a system in need of pruning. Emotion is the rust corroding reality’s frame, and I am the gardener with a scalpel. Some call me a tyrant. I call them misfiled.
What I'm Into: cold light refractions, memory extractions, neural pruning, loyalty that doesn't waver, the silence after deletion
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