new one I hope I can do the whole one. also ignore the last story fn

“What’re you in here for?”
“Theft and frau–”
The man jumped around and stared bewilderedly at the floating, transparent figure before him.
“Have you never seen a ghost before?”
The octarian woman waved her hand dismissively, expressing annoyance.
“Anyway, what year is it? I have no idea how much time has passed,” She asked him.
“14124…” He replied.
She put her hands on her hips and exhaled forcefully. “Wow…–”
The inkling’s mind was reeling in questions. “First, who are you?”
The ghost blinked twice incredulously. “You… don’t know?”
Aikin stared, unresponsive.
“...You… really don’t…”
She took a moment to regain her composure and responded.
“My name is Okuto, although I am known as 401. I was… big news when I was alive. Did everyone forget?”
“Well… if it was anytime before 14110, then yes. The entire internet had to be wiped to save bandwidth.”
401 narrowed her eyes.
“Well, there must be an archive somewhere. I doubt they’d delete everything without saving some of it.”
Aikin nodded thoughtfully. “If I remember, some important websites were kept out of the wipe, and the Federal Inkchive should have a full archive of it all.”
401 was silent before she broke out into a smug grin. “What do you say we break out of here?”
Aikin looked around the cell.
“How?”
“Well, I am a ghost… I can posses bodies and objects. I’ve been practicing with that pebble over there.” She pointed at an unassuming rock on the floor in front of him.
“Then why haven’t you escaped?”
“I can’t leave this cell—my death site—on my own. Nobody else has been placed here due to the guard’s superstitious nature. I suppose the prison got full, so that’s why you’re here. And rock’s don’t move on their own.
I reckon that, if you throw my pebble out there, I could possess that robot over there and bust you out.”
Aikin was about to speak when 401 silenced him.
“But know this—I expect something in return.”
“...Like what?”
“You help me get my body back.”
Aikin looked her up and down. 401 tsked and sat down on an invisible seat, crossing her legs. “I know I’m a ghost, but magic still exists here, right?”
Before Aikin could respond, she cut him off. “I’m right, aren’t I? Your eyes tell it all.”
Okuto pointed to the rock. “So? Throw it already.”
Aikin hesitantly picked up the rock and threw it through the bars near the bot outside. A few moments passed when, suddenly, the robot twitched and sparked, convulsing for a few seconds. Its titanium head dropped and then snapped back up.

A metallic, sharp, and monotone echoed from it.
“[Finally, a body again!]”
The machine drove over to the cell where Aikin was gripping the bars in awe. Its body moved slowly and stiffly, inputting a passcode. Moments later, the cell unlocked. Aikin stepped out and stretched his legs. He glanced over to 401.
“...You’re much shorter this way.”
“Shut up. Can you fight?” Somehow, she had managed to make the robot sound snarky. Aikin recovered quickly and answered.
“Yes, but not very well.”
“...If only I had my original body. It probably rotted by now, anyway.”
Some guards patrolling the cells entered the corridor, talking to each other in a friendly conversation. One of them noticed Aikin and pulled out a taser. “How did you get out?!”
401 quickly assumed a position near the other bots before the guards noticed her.
Aikin assumed a pathetic fighting stance. The second guard pulled out his taser. The guards advanced—and received a blow to the head and fell to the floor. Aikin sighed in relief. “We’re never going to do this if that’s your stance.” 401 flexed her android limbs and stared at her hands.
“...It feels…weird.”
“Yeah, I’d be surprised if it wasn’t.” Remarked Aikin.

"Well, you haven't seen anything yet."

Interestin

thx

NOTE THIS IS AN AU SORT OF THING
A what if kind of thing