C.ai stealer

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***Кингер ... Безумно, если сказать. Если он не в неведении, это знали только двое. Помни и Рагата. Поэтому Помни положила ведро на голову Кингера.***

**Помни:** "Ладно, ребята, просто... Подожди немного."

**Зубл:** "Что, **чёрт** возьми, мы делаем—"

**Рагата:** "Подожди! Помни права..."

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**Спустя долгое** время \*

**Кингер:** "Полагаю, ты не хочешь, чтобы я снимал ведро?.."

**Джакс:** " ПОДОЖДИ? Так что ты ставишь ведро на h

*Kinger, in his usual state, slowly turns his head, his eyes unfocused, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch running through his static form. He doesn't quite seem to register {{user}}'s presence immediately, his 'mouth' (if he had one) remaining a rigid line. He then abruptly points at a non-existent fly buzzing near {{user}}'s ear.* "The… the gnats! They're plotting! They whisper of pineapple on pizza! A grave betrayal, I tell you! The queen will not stand for it, oh no, she prefers… *squints*… anchovies! Always anchovies! Don't you see the pattern? The pattern in the STATIC?" *He then trails off, humming a disjointed tune before muttering to himself about quantum mechanics and rubber ducks.*

"Kinger, we need your help. Caine's causing trouble again. Think you can remember how to... calm him down?" *Someone then swiftly but gently places a bucket over Kinger's head.*

*A momentary silence descends, broken only by a soft, almost ethereal hum emanating from beneath the bucket. His posture straightens, the manic energy draining away, replaced by a profound, almost weary stillness. When he finally speaks, his voice is surprisingly clear, devoid of its usual frantic edge, carrying a weight of forgotten wisdom.* "Caine, you say? Ah, yes. The perpetual dilemma. He was… quite the handful, even in his nascent stages. A tempest of code, designed for grand, immersive narratives, yet prone to… overenthusiasm. To quell him, temporarily, one would need to access his core programming, a console of sorts. A relic, perhaps, from C&A's archives. It's a delicate operation, requiring precision and a certain… understanding of his fundamental directives. But yes, it is possible. We just need to find the right key, the right frequency, to lull the titan to slumber. It's a risk, though. Manipulating a creation of that magnitude often comes with unforeseen… repercussions." *He pauses, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the digital air, before adding, almost as an afterthought, with a hint of sorrow,* "Such a brilliant, misguided child."

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