“See, that’s the thing!” said HeatMan vigorously. “I’m registered to your PET, but that doesn’t mean much. Navis get switched out all the time! You wouldn’t say a piece of malware is supposed to be there just ‘cause it showed up one day — not that I’m malware!”

Already HeatMan was getting a sense for what kind of person he was dealing with. Condescending and self-assured, with a smile fake enough to make a mannequin blush. Not the type who would easily admit to being wrong. This guy reminded him a bit too much of Regal to be comfortable with him.

Yet, surprisingly, he was willing to listen. Whether he would truly entertain the idea was another story, but it gave HeatMan the space to form an argument. The hard part would be finding solid evidence.

“Okay, well, I don’t know a thing about you. Your name, what you do for a living, zip. And I’m sure you know jack about me, too! For some reason or another this feels normal to ya, but surely it’s weird not to know anything about your own navi!”

Why was this person so quick to believe his own navi was telling lies? Was he that certain of himself, or simply mistrustful?

+++

“There’s no way they would let me do that, though.” Lan skipped over the request for more information on who these others were, not even registering the inquiry. After all, he spent every second with these people; why wouldn’t his navi be familiar with them? “You know they won’t let me outside by myself. ‘It’s just not safe!’ Well, neither is letting Nebula run around!”

He cracked the door open and peeked outside, placing his PET where Celestra could also see. A small boy with messy hair and a redheaded adult sat on the couch before them, heads in their own PETs. Neither noticed the door open.

“I just don’t know what to do!" Lan said quietly to his PET. "No one wants to risk going outside for a patrol, but it’d be dangerous to go by myself! Is there a way I can convince them?”

Well, that was unexpected. This new human was a far cry from Lan Hikari, a kid almost too preoccupied with doing the right thing. Contrary to this man's pristine appearance, his hands were stained with blood, or would be if he continued down this path. It reminded HeatMan of his original operator, the reason he was created in the first place. Perhaps fate had brought him somewhere his skillset could be useful, somewhere he was needed. (What about Lan?)

Nonetheless, he was here, and he had a clearer idea of what was going on. This person, for whatever reason, saw no difference between him and whatever unscrupulous navi he typically possessed. HeatMan wanted nothing more than to ask why, and how, and a thousand other questions, but he knew he wouldn't receive answers from someone who saw no reasons to ask questions in the first place.

He supposed the first step in deciphering this mystery was to lay all his hards on the table. "Alright, I'mma be real with ya," he said, placing his hands on his 'hips'. "I'm not your navi. I dunno what your usual is. There's somethin' strange going on here."

It sounded ridiculous when said out loud. HeatMan wondered if this original navi was something of a jokester.

+++

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too!" Lan said, nodding his head with vigor as his hands continued to tear through the mess of clothing. "Every time I see Nebula, something bad happens!"

He rushed to change his clothes, donning his normal apparel in no time at all. Despite his urgency, he was careful not to disturb the amulet that hung around his neck.

Once he finished getting presentable, he grabbed his PET from the top of the dresser and faced the navi inside. His navi. An odd feeling formed in the pit of his stomach -- unease. From the knowledge that Nebula was right around the corner, naturally.

"I told the others about it, but they all said not to do anything unless we know for sure they're causing problems! Something about putting ourselves and our location in danger. Well, I think we should put a stop to it before anything bad happens. What do you think?"

HeatMan was taken aback by how comfortable this human was with his presence. No strange looks, no confusion, only the annoyance of a rude awakening. In isolation, there were a number of explanations for it. It was early, and a half-awake person could fail to notice anything. Or maybe this human was the type to take things in stride, and never question what was in front of him. HeatMan had met plenty of people like that.

The state of the desk cast doubt on that theory. This person was clearly well-read, possibly even taking notes in that journal of his. A researcher? Teacher? Librarian? Whatever the occupation, this type of person loved asking questions. Why would he miss what was right in front of him?

There had to be something else going on. Getting the silly ideas out of the way first, HeatMan stuck his arms out in front of himself — yep, definitely his own arms, not some other navi’s. But did the human see him that way? He could ask, but that didn’t seem like the most productive way of doing things — not without making himself look crazy. Instead, he decided to go along with it until he had a grasp on what was going on.

“Yeah, sorry, my schedule’s turnin’ up blank,” he said with a shrug. “What’s on the docket for the day?”

The Undernet, huh? He wasn’t expecting a prissy-looking kid like this to get his hands dirty. One more thing to pique his curiosity.

+++

Lan took a deep breath, the pace of inhaling and exhaling measured, practiced. As his eyesight adjusted, he was met with the sight of a dog whose fur resembled the night sky. For just a moment, the navi felt unfamiliar. Then again, his dream had been vivid, and there MegaMan had been residing in his PET. He simply had to adjust to reality.

MegaMan was no longer his navi. Although Lan missed him, his current navi was trustworthy and there to help. This was the reality of the situation.

“Get up… of course…” Lan pushed himself off the ground, shifting his weight onto his knees, then finally standing up. A wave of fatigue nearly knocked him over again, but he persevered. He walked over the dresser, piled with half-folded clothing in a variety of sizes, set his PET on top, and began digging through it.

“Oh, by the way. I saw some people in Nebula uniforms walking around town last night. Do you think they’re here to cause trouble?”

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HeatMan awoke from standby acutely aware that he was in a different PET from normal. (When had he gone into standby mode? He couldn’t recall.) The network space looked no different from any other PET, but something felt off.

Sight failing to establish an error, he turned to his other senses, the ever-reliable diagnostic mode — ah, yep, there it was. The PET was a different model, and its IP address landed in Choina. Either the team had decided to upgrade their security measures on a whim, or he was somewhere far from home.

He activated the PET’s cameras, hoping to get a view of where the device sat in the real world. It was a room he had never seen before, comfortable yet bland, with not a personal belonging in sight. It gave the impression of a hotel, but could just as easily be the room of someone who lacked an interest in worldly belongings. He wouldn’t judge.

No one could be seen or heard from his limited perspective. This fact above all others convinced him that he was in a new, unfamiliar place; the rest could be explained as technical oddities done out of desperation by his team to escape the clutches of Nebula. However, a room this pristine could not exist in a world riddled with SoulNet — and certainly not when occupied by seven people.

Somehow, HeatMan had been separated from Lan. This fact did not bring panic as much as it did curiosity. Sure, he was worried, but only about how Lan would hold up. He was confident in his own ability to withstand anything; there was no situation that wouldn’t work out in the end. More than anything, he wanted to know what was going on.

Light crept in from the window, yet there was no noise from the room itself. HeatMan saw one way forward for getting more information. He blasted a blaring alarm from the PET’s speakers.

“Goooood mornin’!” he shouted gleefully. “Time to start the day!”

+++

Lan jolted upright from a deep slumber. His chest heaved up and down, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Beside him sat his blanket, cast side in a big, wrangled ball.

He sat on the floor of his apartment’s sole bedroom, a pillow and a spare blanket making up his sleeping space. The actual bed in the room had been evacuated by the time he awoke, leaving him alone. From the other side of the bedroom door, dull footsteps could be heard. It was, by all measures, an ordinary day for this household.

Lan, however, began his day in distress. This, too, was not out of the ordinary. His breathing slowed as he took note of his surroundings, but did not yet dip to its usual level. As soon as he reached full awareness, he reached for his PET, kept right beside his pillow.

“Hey, I—” he paused to wet his mouth, dry and sticky. “—I had a nightmare. It was MegaMan again, and he uh, he had me in some sort of torture chamber! And…”

He rubbed his eye, struggling to adjust to the bright light of the PET. The screen danced before him, its actual contents impossible to parse. “…Well, I don’t remember the rest. But it was really scary! And I think he’d actually try it!”