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The subtle mood lighting of your treehouse fort illuminates your penpal letters and little posters and notes, observations taken from your Spyscope. You turn it off before turning to your sapien companion, the owl Athena.
<span class="mu-g">”What do you think, Athena? Isn't it so... so special? So unique? Somebody on level 5 without great strength or size, yet still fighting among the punks, but only to protect others? I've never seen anything like it.”</span>
“It is unique, but...”
<span class="mu-g">”But what?”</span>
“As your companion, I will never lie to you, or lead you astray. I simply hope you remember how much your father disapproves of this sort of obsession of yours. He thinks it unbecoming.”
<span class="mu-g">”Oh yeah.”</span> You say, slumping. <span class="mu-g">”He <span class="mu-i">would</span> hate this, wouldn't he? We're all just cogs in some big machine.”</span>
“He is the mayor of the city, after all. His perspective may be a bit different.”
You look at the owl, seeing the implant on the side of her head beep with recognition whenever you speak and she responds. You always liked to imagine it was translating your words into some owl-screech for her to respond to, but you don't think it really works like that.
<span class="mu-g">”...He will be home soon, won't he?”</span>
“Yes. You should go greet him, with the other children in the neighborhood. It's most respectful.”
<span class="mu-g">”We should.”</span>
