Chat Mishap

Zentraya looks at herself in the mirror. Inspect every last little detail of her outfit and body design. She has just gotten a total visual overhaul with a bunch of new features. The mods took ages and were a little expensive, but the step up is just staggering. She can’t help but be incredibly excited to show it off in just a few minutes.

Her body is made from a synthetic black and red suit-like material. Small highlights of a neon green light covers the entire outfit. Adding small accents and a more cybernetic feel. The material may resemble that of a skin-tight bodysuit, but it doesn’t conceal anything underneath. Instead behind that red and black layer is just pure steel. Under that is all of her electronics and mechanical components. However, there is a lot of metal on the outside as well. On the back of her head the pitch black steel plating almost looks like part of a helmet. While her thighs are still squishy and made from a silicone-like material, her lower legs are pure metal. They come together into these sharp mechanical poles for her legs. There is a small amount of synthetic skin on her face. It helps her emote, it helps feel a little bit more approachable, and it’s just nice. It makes the rest of her body look like some sort of weird outfit However, the only actual clothing she is wearing over this latex-like body of hers is her jacket. It is dark black and incredibly baggy around the arms. It is quite small around her stomach, and cuts off just barely under her breasts. It is the type you leave undone, allowing for her incredibly sized breasts to hang out. Considering her body resembles a skin-tuit suit, her chest doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. Instead you can see the exact size and shape of her voluptuous breasts. When she was getting all of this work done, she was a little unsure which size to go for. She ended up deciding on the largest they had. It was incredibly embarrassing making that choice, but she is happy with how it looks in the end.

Small red LEDs light up her cheeks to create a slight blush as she remembers the whole situation. But she shakes it out of her mind. Looking in the mirror, she gives herself a confident little thumbs up. She quickly makes her way to the densely packed desk at which she streams from. Zentraya always reflects on the humor in powering up a desktop computer when the processor in her own head is far more advanced than the hulking thing under the table.

She boots up her streaming software, then switches to the “starting soon!” screen. She begins the stream and waits. Usually she has the stream on this screen for about fifteen minutes. It gives her time to post to social media, mentally prepare herself and finally, begin to connect with the stream features.

One of the primary reasons she got this extensive work done on herself were for these slightly experimental features. Chat members can affect her body in a few ways by donating. She is incredibly excited to give it a try, so hooks up the software as soon as possible. She loads up the program and it connects wirelessly. “STREAM_ELEMENTS_BODYMOD.EXE HAS REGISTERED YOU AS A DEVICE” She shivers as it registers her computer system. That little signal finding its way into her circuitry and establishing connection to each of her components.

She watches as people pile into the stream and the chat starts rushing by the screen. All sorts of emotes, demands for stream to start, and other random noise compete for screen space. She loves her assortment of nerds. So with invigoration, she turns on her camera. She checks her background. Zentraya collects herself from a moment, and turns on the camera and microphone. However, she starts with the pointed up at the ceiling. Completely removing herself from the

“Hi everyone.” She says with a smile and a wave. Her speech pattern is monotone and stilted. Despite the extent to which she upgraded herself, her voice module is still a basic text to speech program.

The chat fills with sudden responses. “HI! ZEN ZEN ZEN ZEN hello HII STREAM FINALLY STARTED Hey Zen!” She can’t help but smile as she reads through all of the people in her stream react to her words.

“Today we have a very special stream. It is my new… model reveal.” She cheers. However, her robotic tone struggles to convey that enthusiasm. So it is only able to raise the volume and the pitch ever so slightly, which kind of works. But her chat is more than used to it, and knows what each little change in tone means. They love her text to speech sounding voice. The contrast between extremely complicated mechanics of her body and the retro sound of her voice is part of her charm.

The chat explodes in excitement, begging to see her. All desperate to behold the new generation of Zentraya. She beams as she watches all the energy emanating from her viewers. It makes her happy knowing they are just as excited as she was about all of this. It is going to allow for so many new possibilities.

So she reaches out, grabs hold of the camera. Pauses for a moment. Then rotates it down to give them all a full view. Zentraya holds her arms out confidently, allowing them to see all of her. “So chat! What do you think?” She asks. A big smile across her artificial face. She waits for a moment. As much as she is happy with her new look, she can’t help but be at least a little nervous. It is a big change, and her life is going to change depending on the response she sees on the screen. So she averts her eyes for a little too long. But eventually she stares into terribly fast moving chat. Text speeds by the screen are almost imperceptibly fast. But Zentraya is a machine, and she can log and analyse hundreds of frames a second. So she reads through each and every message sent. She is delighted to find an overwhelming wave of positivity. “HOLY CRAP YOU LOOK SO GOOOOOD Oh shit big boobies WOAH ZENTRAYA I love the black and red! I HAVE LIKE ALMOST THE SAME JACKET Omg amazingggg” These are just a few of the messages that she finds.

The chat is loving it, and Zentraya is happy to see it. Each and every word gets her more and more excited for the rest of the stream. The momentum builds quickly. “So, along with this new body are a bunch of new features. I can customize and edit my different parts.” She tells the chat, who bursts with activity at the idea. “A little bit later in the stream, we are even going to try out chat integration. So stick around!” She says with an adorable smile. Her lips curve naturally and realistically, with the perfect tension and softness in her synthetic skin.

She begins just casually talking with her viewers as she usually does. Her stream primarily consists of conversing with chat and gaming, so she is quite used to both. There are always enough colourful questions and comments to fill hours of discussion. And now with the new excitement of her body, people have an endless list of questions for her to answer.

“How much did all of this cost?” A chatter asks. “Well… It’s a little complicated but it was definitely a lot. Ha. Ha.” Zentraya replies. Her laugh is a little stilted, as the text to speech can’t possibly make it sound natural. “The sub goal was what made it possible, so thank you everyone for supporting me so much!” She happily exclaims.

“What is your favorite new feature?” Someone else inquires. Zentraya pauses for a moment, sincerely unsure which to pick. “Well… Maybe it is a bit too basic considering all of the new stuff. But I love the adjustable LED highlights across my body.” She tells them all. “I have them set to green right now, but maybe we can change that up later!” She says with a smile. The conversation quickly devolves into chat fighting with itself over which colour is their favorite, and what would work best for Zentraya’s design.

“Will this affect stream schedules?” A chatter sends. “Nope.” Zentraya quickly clarifies. “It isn’t going to change things too dramatically. I don’t want to ruin what you all come here for!” She says. “But it does mean that alerts and stuff will be twenty times better, since you can do more with them.” Zentraya tells her viewers. Her voice can’t convey any of the emotion she intends, so she has to over act physically instead. She pumps her fist in the air and does a little jump as she does. Her breasts bounce as she lands. She only realises when half of the chat devolves into emojis and emotes of big eyes staring right at her. She ignores it for now, there is no helping chat being a bit excitable. She just thinks it’s cute.

The stream continues on as normal, without much incident. Chatting, laughing, engaging with viewers, all of that sort of thing. But just as Zentraya can feel the energy begin to dip, she decides to take it up a notch.

“Alright. How about we give this chat integration mode a try.” She says. Another monotone voice accompanied by cheery body language and facial expressions. The chat explodes with excitement, all ripping and roaring, ready to go. Zentraya has to take a second. She double checks the program. The UI is a little confusing, and overall it is a bit hard to navigate. She would gladly spend more time really looking through every setting, but she didn’t realise that it might be necessary to do so. She doesn’t want to keep her viewers waiting in silence, so she quickly skims what she sees and turns it on.

“Ok. So now when you send in a superchat, you click a little button on the right, and then type out a command. The program takes that string and approximates what you want to do and does it.” Zentraya explains. “I am going to set a small timer between each superchat with the integration enabled, I don’t want the program to get suddenly overwhelmed.” She says. “This is so exc-” Zentraya begins, before suddenly she feels something in her computer click. The superchat alert sound rings out on her stream and in her head. It is a tiny command really, a simple one. So it isn’t particularly overwhelming. But it is the first time she has ever had a foreign signal enter her head and change something about her. She didn’t expect to actually feel it like this at all.

She hopes it didn’t come across as too obvious. She can’t tell how notable her reaction was. Luckily the chat doesn’t seem to mention her expression, instead just focusing on the change made. Zentraya reads the computer log and looks down at her body. The bright green has transformed into a deep and rich purple. It matches perfectly well with the black and red of her body, turning her outfit into a slightly cooler one. “Ooh I like it. Thank you… FemBotBro223” She reads out. She is a little entranced as she looks down at herself. She finds herself fixated on the sudden change, though she has to pull her attention back to the stream. After all, she can’t just go quiet for a while, she is running an entertainment platform.

“See how easy it works? I am glad.” Zentraya says. Her smile carries her text to speech-voice. She begins making idle conversation once again before the sound of a donation pings once again. She has to pause mid sentence as once more the signal momentarily stops her in her tracks. This time it is just a little bit stronger. Luckily she is able to hide it as well as she did last time, as she now knew to anticipate it more. “Oh wow, another one already. Thank you for your generosity… dave6161.” Zentraya tells her chat. Speaking to the faceless person somewhere on the other side of the screen.

She internally reads the log and discovers what change had occurred. While the coloured highlights remain purple, nothing else that she can see is affected. Instead she has to look into her computer screen to check it out. Her monitor shows the camera feed being given to her chat, and she looks as her eyes have turned a bright red. “Woah.” She says. “Don’t I look like I have locked in, chat? Ha. Ha.” She laughs again. “I look like the final boss.” She jokes around with her chat about how edgy and silly it looks.

Internally, Zentraya is thrilled. It is working perfectly, and everyone seems excited by it. The first couple changes mostly amount to small changes of RGB values. It seems due to how open ended it is, her chat is mostly sticking to the same ideas. So she decides to tell them about a couple more options at their disposal. “Chat, check this out.” She says as she starts messing with her own settings. Zentraya picks a viral picture of a sad looking cat giving the thumbs up and sets it to display on her abdomen. Just as she clicks the OK button, her entire body shudders. Instead of a small little zing in her head, it is far more of a full body experience. It almost causes her knees to buckle, but she remains standing. Though she can’t help pausing in place for a moment once it loads. However, once again she plays it off for her stream. “See chat? You can set images on my body like this.” She explains, ignoring the dazed sensation she has been left with. She certainly needs to look closer at these settings and work out what is causing this. She considers taking a break and fixing it. But after a glance at the viewer count, Zentraya can’t allow it. She is hitting new highs. Breaking personal records. It seems the new feature is a hit, and was enough to push her in front of thousands of new eyes.

She knows streaming well enough that a break for any longer than a few seconds could kill this momentum. So Zentraya convinces herself that she can handle it until stream ends. It isn’t worth shooting herself in the foot. It will be fine.

The chat starts bursting at the chops to put funny pictures on top of her. Luckily the content filters do their job, and about half of the submissions are just denied on the spot. It is always dangerous when you give chat free reign like this, but they do really love it. Next comes a meme from her community about her. She is shaken. She has to rest her hands on the table in front of her in order to keep upright. Zentraya is wracked with the odd sensation. She can’t really place it. It isn’t exactly pain, though it isn’t pleasure either. Instead it is just the feeling of some external force, destabilising her body for a moment. It isn’t damaging, she is constantly doing internal diagnostic checks and they are all doing fine. But there is just a lot going on in her computer system. It is gone as quickly as it comes, but that sudden flash of electrical intensity. These outer signals entering her have considerably higher weight on her system than the rest of them. She can’t figure out the cause on the fly.

Regardless, it is just as, if not more important to maintain an illusion of stoicism. She whips her head back up and resumes the stream. Only having pauses for a second or two. “Oh, someone sent this meme to me on twitter. It is very funny.” She states. She mimes out laughing and even clutches her sides to really sell it. Doing the heavy work required by her text to speech program. Her chat always loves this dichotomy between her voice and her body. It is partly why they love the idea of this integration, it is so much easier to get a wide range of emotions from her. To see that robotic inhuman voice and vibrant physical personality.

An alert rings out once again. A new donation, a new change made. She catches herself on the table again. A few chat messages notice it, but not enough really care to point it out. She can still play it out as just slipping or taking a short rest. Someone has set a gif on her body just below where the camera can see. Right above her crotch in the pubic region. She casually moves back a little bit hoping to gain her groove back. Once she does, her chat sees a little loading circle animation playing on loop right on her pubic mound.

It takes a moment for Zentraya to notice it herself. She finds it a little embarrassing, but it isn’t anything too explicit or suggestive on its own. It's certainly permissible. However, she is a performer. An entertainer. She knows what to do, and it will be funny. She quickly shoots her hands down to cover the symbol. She takes a few embarrassed steps back, and scowls at the screen. “Naughty chatter.” She says, as she shakes her head in a feigned disappointment. Chat explodes in laughter and intense reaction. She sees a few members of the community clip the moment, which is to be expected.

She waits like this for a moment, telling of her chat in just silly enough of a manner as to imply she isn’t actually upset with them.

The stream continues to be a wonderful success. It grows and grows, far beyond what she usually experiences. All sorts of new viewers, the number of first time chatters speaking is absolutely staggering. Zentraya is beyond ecstatic to see the popularity of this stream. She is only about an hour in at this point, and she had planned in a lot more. So she puts all of her effort into continuing and maintaining the energy and the momentum of the stream.

However her legs are quivering. She stands close enough to the desk and the camera so that the stream can only see her from the stomach up. But her stance is shaky, and she is leaning on the desk. She thought that the weird effect she was experiencing each time the chat integration is used ceases after a moment. But she is starting to experience a sort of cumulative effect, that is slowly eating away at her. She checks once more, and her body still isn’t showing any error reports or anything of the sort.

But she still thinks she can handle it. If she just needs to hold herself up for the rest of the stream, that is alright. Nothing is getting damaged. That is, until someone decides to experiment a bit more with the possible commands. Another strike of electricity as a signal shoots through her. Dictating her CPU and bending it to its will. Just as it does, a silently tracked value crosses a threshold and her computer begins a diagnostic check. It returns back this: “DETECTING RAISED HEAT LEVELS IN THE CENTRAL PROCESSING SYSTEM. LOWER DATA TRANSFER EFFICIENCY SUGGESTS DAMAGE TO DATA CABLES.” Before she is even able to react to that information, something suddenly happens to her. Zentraya’s hand suddenly shoots up off of the table. It moves without her giving the command, as if it has a mind of its own. Her hand spreads open wide, and she begins to wave into the camera. “What, why is this happening.” She simply states, unable to hold her confusion back. Her confusion is picked up by the chat. While this is happening, she can feel the effect it has on the rest of her body. That oddly sudden and intense feeling running throughout her circuitry.

One chatter responds with particular excitement. “HOLY CRAP WAIT IT WORKED?” They cheer out. The last small donation added a command for her to wave her hand. It is only then that everything clicks together, and Zentraya instantly becomes a lot more worried. But she has to play it cool, otherwise this could become a much bigger problem than it already is. “Of Course it works. There are more than just simple visual changes. Though this setting won’t be enabled often.” She tries to explain, as if it was all part of the regularly scheduled programming.

The chat suddenly fills with comments. “Thats crazy surely there are some limits, right? gg zen This is soooooo cool Make her do more!”

Quickly after the timer resets, the next donation comes through and Zentraya does a double peace sign to the camera. Again something innocuous, but Zentraya is far more worried about this. They can do far too much to her if they can control her. There is still content filtering, it won’t be anything embarrassing. But she is delicate technology that the random mob of chatters doesn’t know how to handle. It seems this program is capable of far more than she had assumed. It is a bizarre feeling to experience her body’s control ripped from her. Her systems are animated by a separate force that she can not fight no matter how hard she tries. But she is released from this grip after a few seconds and can resume control over her body.

The next one that comes in is another pretty simple colour change. Someone had returned the purple to green earlier, but now the large patches of red have turned blue. “What do you think about this colour? Should I change the design?” Zentraya jokingly offers.

“Nah, doesn’t look as good BLUE IS BEST Zen looks weird loll fighting game alternate colour scheme type of thing yess” Her chat replies. No one actually seriously considers the proposition, but just has fun with the idea. Zentraya is glad they don’t seem at all on edge about what is going on. She takes it as evidence that her charade is working.

However the next donation is another nail in the coffin, unbeknownst to Zentraya. Once the donation registers, it isn’t immediately clear what the change was. Nothing visually shifts or anything like that. It is only when Zentraya opens her mouth to say thanks that it becomes obvious.

“THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE-” Zentraya starts, before cutting herself off. The chatter had made a request to increase her volume, which the program did with total ease. An internal setting was adjusted just through a few words and a small donation. Zentraya doesn’t have the time to reflect on the gravity of this moment. Instead she is completely and utterly enticed by her stream's success and the overwhelming dizziness caused by all of these signals. She is unable to slur her words or convey how dazed she is, so none of the chat notices yet.

Zentraya quickly fixes the setting, making her volume normal. The noiseget in her microphone spared her audience from getting completely blasted, but it does mean her audio peaked massively for a moment. “Lmaooo I didn’t know zen could yell Bro she is screaminggg ZENTRAYA SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS RN” Her chat leisurely reacts to her voice. “Back to normal. Ha. Ha. Thank you for the donation.” She says with a textbook cute smile. However, a few of the viewers have started to pick up on the seemingly boundless options before them. “Wait you can change the volume too? What can’t you do?? Man someone donate and make her do a dance lol Can you change other settings?? This is crazy lol”

As Zentraya reads through the messages, she is barely keeping on her feet. If she was of complete sound mind, she would cut the stream short by this point. Regardless of how well it was going. They clearly have too much power and she doesn’t know how to limit them. But with the constant signals barraging her mind, Zentraya is not as present mentally as she usually is.

Then the next donation comes in. And the floodgates are opened. Not all of the messages have their command included in the donation text. This one does, announcing its effect. “Remove the donation limit on the chat integration program.” Zentraya reads this out loud, as it takes her a little longer to actually understand the text than usual.

It is only when she truly internalises the meaning of the message that the floodgates are opened. There is nothing stopping it now. At first, it was small. Her colours are set to an almost rgb cycle, moving through a varying number of colours at a beautiful pace. But even that was enough to practically paralyze the bot in place. Her movements were staggered between the few seconds before another donation was registered. More donations keep coming, higher paying donations, and a number of big requests pile in.

Her computer warns Zentraya of what she already knows. “CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT TEMPERATURES REACHING HIGHEST ACCEPTABLE THRESHOLD. CEASE ACTIVITY IF POSSIBLE. DIAGNOSTICS SHOW SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE TO A NUMBER OF DATA CABLES ACROSS THE WHOLE SYSTEM. DATA TRANSFER RATES HAVE DROPPED BY 27%.”

A couple of donations come in at once, and one of them asks her to wave again, which she is suddenly forced to do. Her voice quivers in a bizarre way, affected by the sudden strain on her system. Her speaker is given confused orders by her computer and it results in a messy output. “Z-Z-ZZ-ZZZenn” She stutters out. A few different donations ask her to say different things, with the only commonality between them being her name. So that is all that ends up being spoken, between the sound of a quiet static emitted by the speaker.

She is then forced into multiple actions at once. None of the actual commands are brought to any kind of fruition. Instead since they continuously demand different things, her body is left jankily twitching and shaking in place. Every now and then her arm shoots off to the side or she suddenly bends backwards. “W-w-w-wwwait.” She forces out, but of course it doesn’t serve to achieve anything. She is then forced into a bizarre song that is only half recognisable through her scrambled and confused speaker.

A number of images pop up on her stomach, on her chest, on her thighs. They cycle quite quickly, but linger long enough for the chat to react to each and every one. A number of memes and viral gifs all flashing. Her body is able to display the requested visual data at a shocking resolution. Though the stream crunches it down a bit again. Each time a new image loads, Zentraya feels the additional stress on her system. Electrical signals racing through wires that can’t handle this capacity and are slowly frying.

This continues on for a little while. But it does begin to slow down. The colours only change every twenty seconds, then a minute. She completes some stupid and simple little physical commands, like popular dance moves or anything else her community deems entertaining enough.

Though the excitement of completely unfettered access to Zentraya does die down, and in turn she is given back control over herself. It is only then that she notices how weak she feels. These signal interferences from the program are not momentary afflictions, but they take a cumulative toll. She feels her body creak and whine with every movement. Her limbs are stiff and unresponsive, and her computer is burning dangerously hot. “Ch-ch-chat. I-I…” Zentraya begins. She has to force out every word. It’s like she can almost feel the damage done to her speaker from overuse and peaking. The increased voltage to account for everything is slowly frying the equipment in her throat.

Some of her chatters start getting a little worried. “Jeez… that seems to have really fucked her up. Woah, never seen zen like this. Are we the baddies?” But these are the minority. Most of the chat is just losing their minds at the crazy turn the streaming is taking in general. Many of the viewers aren’t even following Zen, they have no attachment to her. They are just addicted to the spectacle, and want to see more.

Zentraya raises her arm, reaching out to the keyboard and mouse before her. Hoping to pull out the program and shut it down, or at the very least end the stream. Anything to save her as she is inundated by these digital attacks. Just as her finger brushes the sleek plastic of her keyboard, it is suddenly pulled away from the device. Instead it is brought right up to her side to wave at the screen once again. Scratchy and unclear sound is emitted from her burnt out speaker, and her lips form words she didn’t think of. “Hi Dave. Wis-wish-wishing you the best.” She says. Some chatter had just wanted to see his favorite streamer say hello to him specifically. But he is one of a thousand, and they all have a say in what they do with only a few dollars.

This time she isn’t even given a chance to reach out again before she is forced into a new pose. The signal strikes her system like a bolt of lightning, causing a barely perceivable shiver across her whole body.

Zentraya is completely trapped in place. Just as she is granted freedom, it is ripped away from her right away. As if the amorphous crowd of chatters have condensed into a singular hand that keeps tugging the carrot on a stick in front of her.

Internally, she can still think. But that just means she can feel just how worse at thinking she is. With the burning hot CPU, each thought formulated in her computer takes twice as long. Lagging behind the usual incredible speeds her specs are capable of outputting. And that isn’t accounting for the constant interruptions every new donation registers and causes. So despite being forced to wait and think as her body is constantly puppeteered, she just doesn’t have the capacity to strategise or solve the problem at hand.

She struggles to formulate a thought, and when it comes it isn’t particularly useful. “I… can try telling them to stop if I get long enough…” Zen thinks to herself. She runs a calculation, and her computer takes a full agonizing minute to finish. Her computer returns a report containing the average interval she has to speak between donation related commands. “ONLY 0.8-1.3 SECONDS ARE AVAILABLE BETWEEN COMMANDS. TTS SPEAKING VOICE OPERATES AT A RATE OF 1.5 WORDS PER SECOND ON AVERAGE.” It outlines. That’s a no go. It was never a good idea to begin with, it basically requires a hefty majority of her chat to listen, which is basically impossible. That’s just simply not how the internet works, and usually she would know that.

Images continue to flutter on her body. Her colours continue to change. And she is trapped in place, feeling her circuits slowly fry and her CPU gradually overheat. The chat is completely unaware of the physical damage all of this is inflicting on Zentraya. Perhaps if they knew they would have stopped. But it would be hard to convince them of it with a few words and the knowledge that she was happily asking them to do it mere moments ago. She has dug a hole that she now lies in.

Her computer yells at her once more. It seems the adverse effect it has been reporting on has significantly worsened from the sheer amount of donations over the last ten to fifteen minutes in the stream. “CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT TEMPERATURES HAVE SURPASSED CRITICAL LEVELS. PERMANENT DAMAGE IS TAKING PLACE, CEASE ACTIVITY TO LIMIT EXTENT OF DAMAGE. DATA TRANSFER IS ONLY 12% OF USUAL EFFICIENCY. ALL ACTIVITY WILL BE HEAVILY INHIBITED.” It reads out. Mindless operating system warnings have a way of stating the obvious that can’t be matched. Zentraya is a little surprised at the exact extent, but it still represents the same problem she was already aware of.

Finally, her body comes crashing down to the ground. Her leg was raised to perform some bizarre request, but her circuits weren’t able to send the needed power to lower it in time. So she stumbles in place, and has no ability to stabilise herself. She falls forward, and hits her desk on her way down.

As she hits it, it rocks her entire set up. Most notably, the camera that captures everything for the stream is knocked out of its grip. It remains attached to the cable, and topples down her desk and off the side. It is suspended in the air, halfway between the table and the floor. It gently twists in place, but is perfectly in place to capture the newly floor-bound machine.

Zentraya is basically fine. The impact was quite intense, but she didn’t skimp out on her new body. It is reinforced quite heavily within, and designed so that a bump like this wouldn’t even shake her insides. It has left a slight tear in her jacket, and a purely aesthetic scratch along her synthetic skin. But despite the fact that smashing into the table and collapsing to the floor hasn’t hurt her, what caused that to happen in the first place remains a problem. Even if she was completely granted free movement, she would struggle to rise to her feet at all. But still, even now, donations roll in. They are significantly slower now, a large portion of the chat has switched from merriment to worry. Though some also recognise the machine's capabilities. “Shit she is down Is zen ok??? ZEN NOOO Well she actually looks fine ZEN TALK TO US She is probably strong as hell, she will be ok” They trade ideas back and forth. Talking to the unresponsive glitchy machine, or to each other.

Zentraya is not still on the floor. Her arms and legs move irregularly. They have warring commands, and most of the signals sent to her limbs have a significant delay due to the data loss through her cables. Many of the commands requested by people are on a backlog, and continue to run through in order. They aren’t designed for being on the floor, and her computer is unable to adjust. So any semblance of sense or pattern is gone, and she just randomly writhes on the floor.

She slowly makes her way through the last remaining donation commands cued up that had just lagged in her system for too long. Most people aren’t sending in new ones, they feel a lot more responsible now that she is so visibly broken.

But some mystery viewer, in the endless ocean of people attending the stream did not seem to have that same hesitance. They send in a donation of one thousand dollars. It registers on Zentraya’s screen, though she is unable to see it from the ground. But she feels the effect all through her body. A massive surge, one that just barely ekes out every other feeling she has experienced today.

The donation has quite a long string of instructions. They involve the details of creating a .bat file, with the text: “@echo off

crash

start goto crash” And then executing said file.

With that final command set, her computer goes straight to work following the instructions laid out for it. A simple procedure that takes far longer than it should due to her sluggish operating speeds. But finally the document is saved, and the computer hits run. Zentraya stares forward, unable to even see the camera, the quickly moving chat who realise what the contents of the donation entail, or the donation itself. Usually she would be informed as her computer fulfills the request, but it struggles to make it to her artificial intelligence.

Finally she registers it. She understands it. Zentraya tries to speak again but is unable. Despite the disaster it turned into, she thinks about the success of her stream and the thousands and thousands who tuned in to see her. Simultaneously, her circuits fry beyond repair, rendering her computer broken, while the .bat file forces her operating system to shut down.

Zentraya is offline.

Her stream tries to connect to her system once again for the chat integration function. It fails once, then twice, then a third time. And finally shuts itself down when the signal is unresponsive. Her chat is left with a black screen, and the most successful stream of Zentraya’s career comes to a close.