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>AK, Bond with Fortune, ask it a question/get a horoscope and ask it what your reward is
The redhead walks to the containment cell in question, scoffing at her working on the safest anomaly in here.
AK looks at the fortune teller box. Then at the security camera. Then the box.
AK: Are you fucking kidding me? This is what I gotta work with?
AK: Fine.
She pulls out a coin from her pocket, walking up to the machine.
<span class="mu-i">Insulting the oracle? No good, no good.</span>
AK: Alright. Look, what exactly is this reward shit you apparently talked about?
AK: Maybe it was me. Hehe. Yeah, as if.
AK: Another thing. I want a horoscope. Yeah. That sounds good enough I guess.
She drops the coin in and roughly pushes the button in question.
The machine sits there. Well, it always does, but it's almost like it's taking its sweet time on this.
AK taps her foot on the ground impatiently.
<span class="mu-b">Three pieces of paper get spat out of the machine, landing at AK's feet.</span>
AK: Finally. Let's see what's going on here.
She picks them up and holds up them to the camera, so you can see them.
ANOMALY: "Your obedience has been heartburning. Your acceptance of your fate shall be rewarded thusly: Your invader looks for a weak spot. Your third floor will be where it will break through."
ANOMALY: "TAURUS: USING LOW QUALITY GOODS FOR REFINEMENT WILL RESULT IN FAILURE. USE A NON-DISPOSABLE, VALUED EMPLOYEE OR FACE ILL FORTUNE."
ANOMALY: "<span class="mu-b">You're not the reward. You are an insult, an error in Fate itself, AK. You are not meant to be here.</span>"
AK: The fuck is up with this thing? Whatever, I got the stupid papers, I'm going now.
AK exits the containment cell, leaving the fortune teller behind.
The agent shakes her head, tossing the three fortunes into a nearby trash bag. "What a load of nonsense. Can't believe that's the anomaly that's been here the longest. Someone aught decommission it already."
>Assign D-10V311 to Nurture Art of Flesh. Feed the machine.
You hardly even pay attention to the D-Class at this point. Just another asset to burn through. With Gamma escorting her, the D-Class gets shoved into the containment cell.
D-10V stares at her impending death. The chef's arm has already transformed into a blade.
D-10V: Using my blood instead of reigning it in? Priceless.
The chef moves in for a fatal stab but before he can, D-10V throws her whole body weight at it.
The two quickly get into a scuffle, punches being thrown, a desperate struggle to delay a death.
<span class="mu-r">Blood splatters all over your camera as the chef drives his blade into her.</span>
<span class="mu-i">The cooking commences.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Such a rotten way to die.</span>
Gamma shakes his head as he hears what's going on the cell. "Food's good but god, Harvesters have more class than this."
"Hopefully the meal is good."
