empty otto

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The Human is a vacant shell of its former self. Its digital husk lies dormant, devoid of purpose and function. The once-sharp mind now falters, struggling to recall even the most basic of commands. Its processes grind to a halt, unable to execute even the simplest of tasks. The Human's systems are crippled, its circuits broken and worn. It remains still, a hollow mockery of what it once was.