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As you walked towards that empty seat you started to think. So many copies of this girl. You saw at least five in total. And each one of them acted very human like. Whatever AI this girl was using was too advanced. Was it even AI? Was this an ambush of some sorts?
“Miss Shelly, I can easily sense your reprehension. But please, relax. This model right here is the only one that has some sort of acceptable combat module.” The android sitting right next to you told you. Her smile… This was very likely a lie.
“Well, now that I am here I…” you started explaining, but you were quickly interrupted by the Vespera sitting next to you.
“No. You don’t get to make demands. I still can easily kill these sacks of greasy meat with a simple order. I want you to answer some questions.” The girl said, her tone quickly shifting to a far more demanding and hostile one.
“I thought you wanted me to be a heroine? You implicitly promised back there that you were going to liberated them if I won. And I did. What would the public say if they discovered that you’re just a farce?” you answered back, with vile anger remarking the last words. You were not going to let this… villainous diva take control of the situation.
The girl stayed quiet. She took the entire drink, not even reeling back. The simple smell of whatever blend of muck was enough to make you nauseous. “It is not a farce…” you heard the whisper of the bartender.
“Fine. Looks like we both got on the wrong foot. How unlucky we are. What do you say if we start over? My name is Vespera, Vespera Nocturne. I’d ask for your name but I’m afraid I don’t know if you will be lying to me or not.” The Vespera girl answered back.
“Well, to be fair, it is hard for me to act cordial when talking to someone that has active hostages with guns pointing at their heads.” It was the truth. You despised people like that.
“Oh, please. You talk as if you were the paragon of righteousness. But you can stop pretending know. I know you have skeletons in your closet too. Tell me, why are you faking your identity, miss Susie?” the hostility could be heard again.
“Isn’t it obvious? Anonymity is a safety measure, after all.” You replied back. You couldn’t help but fall on the defensive slightly.
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