<span class="mu-s">The Work Order for Sunset at the Pyramids has been completed.</span>
The Work Result was Decent!
Abstraction Energy Count: +8 (1/12)
Employee Morale: Satisfied (L), Neutral (A2)
Current Anomaly Mood: ???
Working Notes - A2
-Whatever this thing is made out of, it ain't stone. It sucked up the water like it hasn't drank anything in eons.
-The shadow grew bigger. I think that might be a good thing if the last work had to say anything?
-More street chatter. It was quieter, could've sworn I heard a cricket or two.
-The voices sounded a lot more tired. Not the sleepy kind, more like the tired you sound like. Old people talk, basically.
Working Notes - L
-Awww! The lotuses want you to pet them! I'm not sure how that works but it's adorable!
-I'll be honest, I was fighting all of my urges to pluck one out. It was like my body was telling me to. Weird.
-The whole obelisk smells like wet grass and coffee beans now. Weird how the chattering said something about beans too.
>Create a sponsorship for dead bodies. Now that the work orders are done, you pick up your phone and ring up P-Company, as you'd suspect they would be the best way to get a sponsorship through. A young lady picks up the phone.
"Yes, what's your inquiry?"
"I would like to send a sponsorship to some companies. X, J, and R would be some decent choices. The sponsorship would be for them to ship me a buncha dead bodies."
"And your payment and/or catalog? What will it be?"
Huh, right. They usually offer you a reward of energy or some valuable items. Before you're able to open your mouth to clarify, <span class="mu-r">the call suddenly cuts out.</span> Hm. S-4M's face appears on the screen with a very, very worried expression.
"It's time. She wants to be let in. She'll enable the comms once the talk is over." The two PARADIGMs you borrow from U-Company fall onto your bed. You quickly attach the badge to your chest before putting the scales onto your desk.
As soon as the badge is on, a flurry of over thirty voices rush into your mind. Too faint to make out any one, definitive voice but there's snippets you recognize. The clown and salesman's obnoxious laughs, the monotone droll of the Q-Company drones, the synthesized voice of androids.
Hopefully a few of them are good at dealing with interrogation. "Alright, let her in." The door opens up, revealing...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJqhvodRnlM - The Agent's theme. A vantablack suit clad woman. She strides over to the spare chair and pulls it to be right in front of you. She sits down with a smile that you can't quite tell if it's malicious or genuine. Doesn't help that you can't see her eyes.
The bright blue orb appears on the scales once more. <span class="mu-i">Let's see where this talk goes. Be wary of the PoI, Agent.</span>
<span class="mu-b">"So, you're the Administrator, I take it."</span> Several voices blur together, somehow uniting into one blended voice. <span class="mu-b">"It is a pleasure to make contact with you."</span>
