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"S-4M. Do you mind bringing me my meal?" You nonchalantly turn to your AI assistant. S-4M, C-0RA, and the Agent all look at you weirdly. <span class="mu-i">What an unusual deflection.</span> You hear a blur of voices coming from the scales.
"Sure?" Before you know it, the anomalous food comes up. You grab the wrap and chow down into it before pecking away at the lemon slices.
[PROFESSIONAL] I understand the reason why but you're looking like a jackass right now.
[DETACHED] Why should we care? If it works, it works.
[HOPELESS WRECK] who the fuck are you guys
The agent watches on, her smile returning after the brief rush of confusion. <span class="mu-b">"Feel free to enjoy your meal, Administrator."</span> You finish devouring the wrap. You lean forward, clasping your hands together.
"Right, sorry about that. Working at this place is stressful, just saw an employee lose his marbles. You saw him." You look over at S-4M for a moment. "Show her the paperwork while I ramble, if you don't mind."
S-4M buzzes approvingly. "'course, sir." <span class="mu-b">"Ah, paperwork. I assume this is meant to keep this whole discussion 'hush hush'."</span> S-4M blinks. "Y-yes, that would be preferred.."
The agent grabs the printed out paperwork and quickly skims through it. <span class="mu-b">"Hm. Acceptable, we'll honor this."</span> The scale stays neutral. <span class="mu-b">"That is not what I am here to discuss."</span>
"Better to be safe than sorry. You did come on a bit strong with this discussion about a Zeta." You lean back, resting your hands on your lap. "If the Eye is involved, it must've been a serious enough issue, no?"
<span class="mu-b">"Of course, Administrator. A issue that must be nipped in the bud before it festers."</span> The scale raises. <span class="mu-b">"That is why B-Company sent me to promptly resolve it."</span> The scale lowers. Huh, interesting.
"Any particular reason? I expect that if Zeta, or if you believe so, I was a threat...I would've been properly dealt with by now."
<span class="mu-b">"The reason itself doesn't matter."</span> The scale lowers again. <span class="mu-b">"I simply do what the Company tells me to do."</span> The scale raises.
"Regardless of what the reason is, I believe you've been mistaken. The man you are talking to is the Administrator. That is <span class="mu-i">all</span> I remember, really." You look to see how she reacts to that. Nothing. She's just waiting for you to keep on talking.
[POKER FACE] She's not going to crack yet, keep going.
"I'm sorry to disappoint if you were looking for a fugitive. Whoever that man is, it's not me. I can offer you an in on P-Company itself. I, however, can not offer you information about Zeta. I barely even know my past."
<span class="mu-b">"Of course, of course."</span> The agent flashes her shiny white teeth. <span class="mu-b">"We can wash it all away if that's the case. It is reliving to hear you're not that pesky bee."</span> The scale lowers again. Another twitch of her mouth.
"Is it? It must be disappointing to not deal with a fugitive personally. I would be if I was in your shoes."
