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Dream Circles
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In less than five minutes, this salazzarine has reached Raagaras undetected, put blades through his back and, if not killed him outright, permanently wounded him, insulted your partner, and is now trying to replace her. One thing's for certain. You hate her. But there is a certain element of respect to that hate, based on the sheer tenacity she must have to take all of this in her stride, as if it took no effort.
When you realise how similar this hatred is to how your relationship with Zyeryh was for the past two years, you falter. "I, uh, er, uh..." You try to focus.
You're suddenly shunted to one side by Zyeryh. In fact, less shunted so much as thrown to the ground.
"My apologies, Praetor. You have interrupted us at a bad time. We were experimenting with biotechnological implantation, the results of which we were going to explain to your predecessor. While they are, of course, gruesome to your eyes, I assure you that mine are merely prototypical. A future version will be far less offensive. If you wish, I will blindfold myself while I explain things further."
From your view on the ground you see Eezeree look intrigued. "Biotechnological implants? My apologies, infiltrator, for jumping to such baseless accusations. Please, continue."
"My infiltrator colleage here attempted to test a prototype of a brain-enhancing implant against my advice. He is still suffering from short-term memory scrambling. The damage is non-lasting, however, and he should recover and be back to his normal self in under [24 hours]."
"So you're not a mutant, then?"
"Praetor, whatever would a mutant be doing as an infiltrator? Do my works offend you? I can destroy my research if this is so."
"Not at all. Biotechnology is one of our higher sciences."
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