<It feels so good, my king> Monk-She grunts <thank you for honoring me> Monk-She can feel her warm, furry body turning into cold, smooth platinum. Where she is still her is light and free, but where she has been changed, she feels heavy and frozen.

Trae looks back to the viewscreen to see the affects of the software. "She's becoming a statue like him?"

-Plati-Monk continuing...2 errors unresolved-

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