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Magic Circles
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Once I put my respirator back over my mouth and confirm my jammer is strapped around me, I move on.
"I don't think much will come of me arguing, either. But as far as 20 million years a day is concerned, I hope Glitcher isn't active for it."
"Noooononoononoonon. We finally managed to set it up so that it can run itself and I can sleep though it instead of going bonkers and ruining everything for everyone."
"What about data storage?"
"It's not infinite, but we'll be in real nice shape if we ever have to worry about it."
"Okay. I would have liked to hear all your options, but to appreciate any decision, we would need to debate for hours. Instead... Alison. Music, please. Keep it instrumental, because I'd like to be able to talk with you."
>"On it!"
She plays. There is difficulty in finding a tone for the music. There's reason for it to be mournful, but in light of my imminent sprint to destroy some of Vanski's assets, it tries to be simultaneously upbeat. Somehow, it works as a relatively fast song with lower feeling tones.
"We're going to shut off the security cameras. Better look suspicious than put the heat on CAI for not reporting a mad bomber." says Glitcher.
>"Thank you for what you're doing, Likol, it's a great deed." Alison says.
"Doing something beneficial is a nice plus, but I'm driven by purely selfish reasons on behalf of my hive. Is it possible to connect to anyone in my hive, right now?"
>"No, I'm sorry. But when we get a reasonable chance, we'll tell them you love them, and anything else you want."
"They already know I love them, but yes."
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