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D-C45P can barely feign any real emotion at the man's panic. "Okay. John, why do they want to burn you?" She kneels down to look him dead in the eyes.
"I! They, they...I can't say, I can't. This is my punishment. No, no, I'm innocent!" His eyes keep darting around like crazy. You're not sure if you can get anything useful out of him at this point. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to be a good Director!"
"DIRECTOR? CLARIFY YOUR POSITION. RANK SIMILAR TO ADMINISTRATOR? OVERBOSS? OVERSEER? K-ZERO?"
"...N-no. Smaller." A slight bit of clarity reaches the man. "I...my brain burns. I can't remember. I'm sorry, they burned my...They...please stop talking to me. They'll know. T-they probably already know."
"Are you sure. You do know this will absolutely condemn you to hellfire from an anomaly. Your flesh will boil off and be so juicy and warm." You're pretty sure those were meant to be questions but saying them like statements is making this feel way worse than it should be.
The man doesn't answer.
"FINAL CHANCE. PERHAPS WE CAN DRUG YOU IF YOU COMPLY."
"I did what I could. At least I could say my final words. F-fuck this place." John Doe sighs. "Let me out or let me suffer in peace. Give me that."
Q2 stuffs the gag back in his mouth while D-C45P simply shakes her head at the man. She seals the bag up as she leaves.
<span class="mu-r">You feel sick.</span> You barely have the will to hold back the torrent of black tar bubbling in your mouth. Tastes even more bitter than it normally does. It taunts you, staining your mouth and teeth. Yeah, let's just move on, this was...not the best idea you had, admittedly.
>Plan to have the Inspector tinker with The American Spirit after the R Corp raid concludes.
Administrator --> Inspector
ADMINISTATOR: How willing would you be to do some tinkering on another PARADIGM?
GADGETMOMENT: Well, I'm busy with the ones you sent me, quite fine creatures. Off the clock investigation?
GADGETMOMENT: I would be willing to do a quick check and run after you and my company's business hours close up.
ADMINISTATOR: That is tolerable. I would've preferred a bit sooner, perhaps next hour. But if you are unable to do otherwise?
GADGETMOMENT: Yes, I'm sorry. Hands are tied. You can send the file you have of it at least while I work, alright?
ADMINISTATOR: Alright. Sending one over now.
GADGETMOMENT: Thanks!
Okay, not the best you could've gotten, but okay. Sure. It's probably safer that way. Keep focusing on other stuff, Admin. You're doing...okay, yeah, maybe you need to talk to someone. You think you know how to talk to.
