Intro To Existing Again

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 You're the most advanced. That means you're the best. No offense to your brothers, but you're objectively better than them. It's in your code. Even if you're lazier than both of them, you're the best. Even if you lash out more than either of them, you're the best. No matter what you do that hurts someone or breaks something or makes your creator mad, and no matter how much you do it, you're the best.

You're the best.

You. Are. The best.

MePhone3GS had just watched four movies in a row, and he was currently trying his hardest to stay awake and finish the fifth. What time was it? He lost track a while ago.

He felt himself about to doze off when he was shook back awake by someone sitting next to him.

"Hey!" She said. 3GS spared a glance at her, hardly able to keep his eyes open. She was extremely pale and her hair was blonde with little silver decorations on all her million and one braids. "You're a MePhone, aren't you?"

"Mhm," 3GS replied absently. He barely even noticed how weird that question was. "Uh, who are you?"
"Oh, I thought I already introduced myself."

"Ya didn't."

"Well, my name's Cam," She said. Had she and 3GS spoken at all today? He saw her skulking around earlier with some other person, but she never joined in on any of the sleepover activities. "I'm a journalist. Say, do you know MePhone4?"

"The blue one?"

"Yes, the blue one. Are you friends?"

"No."

"Aw, too bad. Do you know anything about his life outside of his TV appearances?"

"Nah..."

"What about his relationships? I always wondered if he'd ever date again after Zoetrope dumped him."

"I'unno."

"Did you know him at all before Inanimate Insanity?"
"No... I w's dead then."

MePhone3GS really didn't like the way Cam was talking at him. Her voice sounded unnaturally high and she kept dragging out random words. If 3GS wasn't so tired, he'd probably be really irritated by this. He wasn't stupid. She didn't have to talk to him like he was five. She asked him a bunch of other MePhone4-centric questions, none of which he had answers to. He wanted to explain that he barely knew a thing about MePhone4 and that he didn't want to answer all her questions and that he wanted Cam to stop baby-talking and speak to him like the grown man he was, but he was too tired to do all that.

"Cam..." Said a groggy voice. The couch in the library's living room was a sectional that covered two full walls, and was currently littered with a few people who had fallen asleep during the movie marathon Fan initiated. One of them had woken up. "Go to bed..."

"But I'm in the middle of an interview," Cam's voice dropped an octave.

"Well I'm in the middle of sleeping."

"Clover-"

"It's too late for interviews. Go to bed."

Cam sighed, then stood up and left the living room, presumably to go to bed. MePhone3GS was grateful for that, and quickly passed out from exhaustion. He didn't even realize he missed the end of the movie.

—

"3GS, wake up!"

"Mm."

"It's almost ten, you gotta wake up!" Fan repeated. "C'mon, we're gonna play soccer!"

MePhone3GS groaned and reluctantly stood up from the couch, prompting Fan to grab him by the wrist and drag him outside. He had about two seconds to get his shoes on before Fan pulled him out the door and over to a field, where several people were talking to each other. One of them... wasn't her name Clover? Whatever her name was, she was holding a ball.