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>PDA Message T2 to explain to her about the X5 Outsider and the Fortune fortune.
Administrator --> T2
ADMINISTATOR: This is to clarify why there have been a sudden increase of android injuries.
ADMINISTATOR: One of our anomalies offered us a deal. If we injured androids, a highly dangerous android outside would be slowed down.
ADMINISTATOR: This is to stop it from reaching our facility and to allow the ETFs outside to deal with it.
DYNAMITELASERBEAM: So that's what it was for. And I assume I'm not exempt from it?
ADMINISTATOR: Better safe than sorry. Two of our androids are out in the field. We're low on targets.
DYNAMITELASERBEAM: And I assume this anomaly in question is Fortune for a Price?
ADMINISTATOR: Correct. I'm guessing the others told you?
DYNAMITELASERBEAM: No. But I did hear it being mentioned a lot. Mostly in a negative context.
DYNAMITELASERBEAM: It seemed like the most obvious fit.
ADMINISTATOR: I'm a bit surprised you're not making more of a fuss about it.
DYNAMITELASERBEAM: I rather not have an intruder to ruin my quiet life here. It is the lesser of two evils to follow your "ritual".
ADMINISTATOR: How noble. The arrangement should only be for today, it should be over by tomorrow.
>Tax Team is to continue operations, no exceptions
"I told you already, it's Article 25 subsection A6 subsubsection B9! Not Article subsection A8 subsubsection B8!" Q smacks the table with his hands. Q2 just looks at him with utter confusion. "I FAIL TO SEE WHY SUCH AN ERROR ENRAGES YOU THAT MUCH."
"Subsection and subsubsection B8 talks about X-Company's energy extractors, which require more power! B9 is for P-Company!"
"Isn't it Subsection A7, actually?" O2 raises up a pencil. "Subsection A6 is about the taxation of corn and corn-related products."
This discussion continues but you do not have the willpower to listen to tax nonsense. They seem to be doing well considering how much paperwork has surrounded them.
"ARTICLE 24." Spamton states. Kate just smashes her face against the table.
>Bring Bane to Admin for the Interviews
>Grab a sand vial for our mancave. For Pocket Sand AND potential sentience from Sirocco for better Pocket Sand
"S-4M? Mind getting these two for me?" You slip him a small bit of paper towards him. You rather get this out of the way before you check up on anything else.
"Understood. Sending them to your office right now." The sand vial comes up through a hole in your desk, just like your coffee. You gently place it alongside the other personal items you have.
The chicken, on the other hand, gets launched out through a pipe from the ceiling. It lands right onto your bed with a loud "CLUCK!". C-0RA looks up at it before going back to scribbling something in her notepad.
The chicken quickly makes itself comfortable on your bed, sitting down on it and...falling asleep. Hm. You'll wake it up when the interviews come around, which you'll save for last since they would take the longest.
