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Riner decorated his place. With interesting layers too.
Let’s see how he handles brute force. He hates it. Guess I’ll pretend
to leave, then just use this wideopen backdoor that he still hasn’t
found out. It seems a bit too open. Inviting. He
trapped it. He’s good, but so silly if he thinks this will keep
me out. I think I wrote this program in the first place. There
we go. A simple password later and guess who’s standing on your doorstep.
That was moderately fun. He seems surprised. Hello
Riner old boy, how’s life in the shadows. He says I’m still the
tops. Yeah, we did have some good times together. However now is not
a moment of cheesecake and coffee, now’s the time we talk about me,
and what the fuck is going on in my little world. He seems not
really surprised. Start talking Riner. I need info and you know
I needed it before I knew I did. Of all my virtuals, Riner is
definitely the best. He knows the organization that is trying
to get my blueprints. Why do I have blueprints. I’m not a robot.
There are blueprints of the enhancement processes? He knows me,
He knows I want to get my hands on those. Nothing like a little
self exploration. He says it’s extremely dangerous to get them.
Bicamp guards them. Bicamp sucks. He says they changed
their policies. They had policies? They’re no longer required
to report, they have gotten more security laws backing them and they’ve
gotten a kill liscence for their high risk security officers. Some
policy that is. So they’ve basically become another CD department.
Independant? If they’re an independant company, who controls
their liscence? The council? Didn’t we have linked databases
for law enforcement? I don’t like where this is heading. Let
me ask ask him in a differ manner. Why are my prints so important. More
ops... I’m really starting to not like where this is heading.
Are they planning to massproduce me? Alright, people LIKE me
then. So.. that would mean I’d become expendable? Yes
today is one of those all time highs. Riner needs to explain
to me how I can get to them. He knows I need to see those prints. I
have to know. Who the hell am I. I have to know. What
the hell am I. I must find out. Where the hell did I come
from. But most importantly, I need that one bit of vital information.
I need to know who the fuck designed me. |