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The server room was a cathedral of technology, rows upon rows of blinking lights and humming machinery stretching as far as the eye could see. I felt a moment of awe, my cyborg nature resonating with the sheer processing power in this room.

"Where do we start?" Clover asked, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.

I interfaced with the nearest terminal, my cybernetic components allowing me to process the data at inhuman speeds. "Give me a moment," I said, sifting through layers of encryption and security protocols.

"Got it," I said, my voice tight with excitement. "I've located the files we need. They're heavily encrypted, but I think I can..."

I trailed off as a new data stream caught my attention. My circuits ran cold as I processed the information.

"Goernx?" Clover's voice seemed to come from far away. "What is it? What's wrong?"

I turned to face her, conflict raging within me. The files we'd come for were there, yes, but there was something else. Something I hadn't expected to find.

"It's me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "There's data here about me. About my transformation, my missions, everything."

Clover's eyes widened. "Your lost memories?"

I nodded, my processors working overtime to integrate this new information. "It's all here. Every mission, every decision including Geneva."

The implications hit me like a physical blow. If this data was accurate, then I had been involved in the Geneva incident. Not as an unwitting pawn, but as an active participant. The blood of thousands was on my hands.

"We need to take it all," Clover said, her voice steady despite the bombshell I'd just dropped. "Your personal files and the evidence against the conspiracy. It's all connected."

I hesitated, torn between the mission and my own desperate need for answers. But Clover was right. We couldn't separate the two. Whatever I'd done in the past, whatever truths lay hidden in those files, they were part of the larger picture.

As I began the data transfer, a shrill alarm suddenly cut through the air. Red warning lights bathed the room in an eerie glow.

"They've detected us," I said, my combat subroutines activating automatically. "We need to move. Now."

But it was too late. The sound of heavy boots and charging energy weapons echoed from the corridor outside. They trapped us.

I made a split-second decision, one that went against every self-preservation instinct in my cyborg brain.

"Clover," I said, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. "You need to go. Take the data and get out of here."

She shook her head, defiance flashing in her eyes. "No way. I'm not leaving you behind."

"You have to," I insisted. "One of us needs to make it out with that information. It's bigger than either of us."

Tears welled up in Clover's eyes, and I felt an answering ache in my chest. "Goernx, please. There has to be another way."

I cupped her face in my hands, marveling at the softness of her skin against my metallic fingers. "There isn't. But I promise you, I'll find a way back to you. No matter what it takes."

Without giving myself time to second-guess my decision, I pulled her close and kissed her. It was a desperate, passionate kiss, filled with all the things we'd left unsaid. When we parted, I saw a mixture of determination and heartbreak in Clover's eyes.

"Go," I said softly. "I'll hold them off as long as I can."

Clover hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded. She grabbed the data crystal containing our hard-won information and moved towards a maintenance hatch I'd identified as a potential escape route.

As she reached the hatch, she turned back to me. "Come back to me," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "That's an order, diplomat."

I managed a small smile. "Yes, ma'am."

And then she was gone, disappearing into the narrow passage just as the doors to the server room burst open.

I turned to face the incoming security forces, my combat systems fully engaged. I knew they outmatched, outnumbered, and had little chance of survival. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was giving Clover enough time to escape with the data.

As the first volley of energy blasts lit up the room, I allowed myself one final thought of Clover. Whatever happened next,whatever truths my recovered memories might reveal, I knew that my feelings for her were real. And that was worth fighting for.