"Then we better move," Eon said, the red light of the sirens reflecting in his synthetic eyes. "Before the version update becomes an obituary." 09 patch?
"I hear you, Aris," Eon replied. The voice was a perfect, haunting mimicry of a man who had died a century ago. "The singularity... it wasn’t a digital event. It was a physical one."
Eon’s consciousness didn't "wake up"—it flickered into existence like a dying bulb finally catching a steady current.