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command_dot_com) wrote2011-01-12 03:05 pm
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Nearly lunchtime. She smiles, settling in behind her desk for the take-out from Al's Slow Food that's set up neatly in front of her. Thank the Code for her delivery service having thrived and expanded during the recent influx of residents to Mainframe; there'll be a grocery order waiting for her at home tonight so she can take the time to cook a full meal for Bob and Mairi, after picking them up after this interview.
There's a buzz from her intercom.
"Yes, Otora?"
"Secured link from the Guardian Collective, sir-ma'am. Should I accept or cancel?"
"Accept; it's my usual minutely call from the Prime Guardian."
Dot sighs and sits back in her chair, watching the vidwindow with a neutral expression, with only the required touch of disdain this conversation would call for.
"Hello, Turbo."
There's a buzz from her intercom.
"Yes, Otora?"
"Secured link from the Guardian Collective, sir-ma'am. Should I accept or cancel?"
"Accept; it's my usual minutely call from the Prime Guardian."
Dot sighs and sits back in her chair, watching the vidwindow with a neutral expression, with only the required touch of disdain this conversation would call for.
"Hello, Turbo."
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"You're also going to want to talk to Enzo right away. He got lucky in his friends figuring out his access to Userspace, and have agreed to secrecy."
"If you want to ask questions about the limitations of access..."
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He ponders her last comment. "Not right now. Maybe later."
"I'll access Enzo first and see what he has to say. Then I'll go from there."
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"I want to hear his side of it."
Because whatever that side is, Turbo has a feeling it's going to be 'interesting' in all kinds of trouble-making ways.
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