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The room seems devoid of cameras, you can tell, as you were already scanning the ceiling looking up at Sumika as you took your seat. Any recording devices - that she is not purposefully hiding - would have to be very subtle. You have some ideas of where these devices could be fashioned; a microphone under your seat, a camera stowed in a bookshelf.
But you are no manhunter, and as far as you can tell, there’s no recording in here.
If there is recording, it’s something she has set up personally.
Having some faith in Sumika, not as a superior, but as a friend…
“A tired sounding man intercepted my radio. He called himself Zephyr. An Old Oak in charge of the water filtration in the stormdrain.”
The tall woman shut her eyes. It seemed to be acceptance.
Worrying. You continue, measuring your words, “he said that humanity had every chance to become something different, but it still turned into something predatory. His speech was very pessimistic, and I found parts of it to be immature even, but... to get to the role of L3, he said that I couldn’t just keep killing aberrations. He said that that everyone I ever knew that earned the right to have a child by fighting things… killed a child.”
Sumika sank her face with her fingers and sighed. This account was not something she was taking well.
“… And he asked me if I wanted to help stop that, <span class="mu-i">’cycle of debasement,’</span> as he put it.”
She looked straight at you, with her one visible eye.
