Welcome to danger/u/. danger/u/ is basically 4chan but for women, as nonsensical as that sounds. It sucks.
Ok, so let’s limit all the concert conversation to this thread. How are you preparing for the best >day of your life?
I’m going with my boyfriend
Boyfriend
Why would you lie on the internet?
Boyfriend
hahah oh wow
FUCKING NORMIES GET OUUUUT!!!
That is so cute, Anon! Anyway, I’m going with a very special friend of mine…
Are you the girl from the other day who had a crush on her best friend?
Y-Yes…
So you’re finally going to confess! oh my god, this is going to be the cutest thing.
But I still don’t know if I like her ><
Just wait until Miki shows up, you’ll know right away if you love her, trust me I’ve been there ^^
How so?
You will understand once you are there with her. Miki concerts are some magical shit.
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What it says on the tin.
So what’s the news on them?
Hmm, drawing a blank rn
We haven’t heard of Alice in a while now that I think of it, you think they’re planning something?
There’s this constant rumour I hear about a terrorist attack next week.
Don’t scare me with that stuff please, I have enough as it is.
lol we’re going to be attacked and it will be funny to see those white knights fucks do nothing but drink.
How do you know if you get hacked by Alice? it’s my first time reading about them.
Lurk more.
She normally leaves a funny ascii drawing and a message, something like “Happy not-birthday!”
Sounds lame as fuck, why is Alice even a celebrity…
The hell? Alice was the one that leaked all of the internal White Knight memos…
She literally started the riots with the leaks, at least try with your baits.
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In the last thread: Anon wants to confess her feelings to her best friend.
I STILL DON’T KNOW!!
And how is she? I bet she’s one of those cute, clueless girls who can’t catch your signals.
Hmm, you say that, but she can be incredibly sharp sometimes.
So I was right! That’s going to be difficult, now you have to be direct and to the point.
I’m afraid that’s going to be the case here…n-not that I’m actually in love, stop!
I’M GOING TO MARRY MIKI!
Stop being such an attention whore, we are here for Miki.
Come on, Anon, don’t be mean. We just want to help a fellow Miki sister!
y-you don’t have to fight because of me! It wasn’t my intention to derail the thread.
Don’t pay attention to her, everyone else here wants to help you!
I’m a guy
I’m a guy
Now who’s the attention whore again?
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This morning, a suicide attempt was thwarted by an unidentified local woman. The incident occurred at the Artemis Will Mall, where people noticed someone was at the rooftop of the building. Fire fighters were called as soon as their presence was noticed by pedestrians, but the person jumped off without notice.
A mysterious rescuer
Just when the would-be suicide victim jumped off, a local woman was able to catch them mid-air, and fled the scene before anyone could identify her. The mall is taking extra security measures now.
This is not really a surprise, but a lot of people seem to hate this particular brand of instant food.
This is from a survey we conducted here at The Augmented Eye last month. We asked our readers to tell us their most hated dishes.
And with a total of six thousand votes, it looks like the market for shrimp ramen is reducing! That’s good. Because it SUCKS. It sucks so much, I barf a little everytime I smell it. How can anyone LIKE that? It’s ridiculous.
Ugh, can’t even finish this article. I’m sorry, everyone, but I have to puke.
Blergh. I hope it’s put out of sale.
A dog, you say? Why not? After receiving brain enhancements, they’re capable of learning at near-human speeds, so why is it so impossible to imagine a gifted dog who uses their brilliance for programming?
It makes a lot of sense, right?
Well, maybe, 010101000100100001000101 001000000101001001000101 010101000101001001001001 010000100101010101010100 010010010100111101001110 001000000100100101010011 001000000100001101001111
Now we need to go to the store and get a Holo-Plant, as well as some Mulan Tea, for Reasons.
“…”
“BWAH!!”
“That’s a sound you don’t hear every day.”
“B-Boss? What are you doing with that helmet?”
“I was just about to ask you where it came from.”
“A White Knight came yesterday. She left and…well…she forgot to take it with her.”
“I figured she’d eventually come looking for it so I left it under the count-…wait.”
“Do you regularly put things on without asking who they belong to first?”
“I don’t plan and evaluate every move, Jill…I just act.”
“Anyway, as your boss, I’m taking this helmet until the client comes for it.”
“You sound happy.”
“Well, this helmet is comfortable. And cool. And comfortable, and cool, and…and really, really cool.”
“‘ello…”
“I’M NOT GOING BACK TO HONG KONG!!!”
“Hong Kong?”
“C-Chief?”
“Apparently.”
“I’ll leave the rest up to you. I’ll detonate the Pluto Warhead somewhere safe.”
“The what where now?”
“She’s been tense these last couple of days. If she’s somehow relaxed now, good.”
“Are you all set?”
“Alright.”
“Time to mix drinks and change lives.”
(“Luck he says…”)
“Oh, Mr. Donovan. Welcome to Valhalla. What can I get you?”
“What do you think I want, kid?”
“…”
“Yes. Now, that’s what I call service!”
“That’s good to hear.”
“What brings you here today, Mr. Donovan?”
“Today, we were supposed to hand the interns an article topic.”
“All those crazy bitches came flocking to me like the first high schooler with a car.”
“I couldn’t deal with it, so I switched places with some poor sap.”
“He was supposed to be doing an interview today, but to hell with that.”
“And thanks to all that shit, I found myself here, blessing your hell hole with my presence.”
“You were here yesterday too. How did that come about?”
“There’s this gal that’s performing at a concert later tonight.”
“Yesterday, I was tuning the details of the interview I’d have with her today.”
“And like I said, I’d rather work here than deal with a pack of competitive bitches.”
“I see.”
“How was the interview?”
“Easy enough. The fact that the gal had a nice pair of knockers helped.”
“We’ve gone a long way in the department of Lilim sex appeal, I tell you.”
“She was a Lilim then?”
“Yes, one of those new fancy King-Class CH1A models.”
“I’ve heard they’re anatomically correct in every way.”
Whyyyyyyyyyy.
“I wouldn’t mind finding out about that myself.”
“Hm? Hey, you! The guy with a John face.”
“Huh? Me?”
“What the hell is a “John Face?””
“Yeah, you. Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so, sir.”
“No, no. I’m pretty sure I know you.”
“Wait wait wait…it was the Hong Kong riots ten years ago, right?”
“I-I’ve never been to Hong Kong…and I certainly didn’t defect from any anti-riot force after stealing supplies.”
“Really? That’s a bummer.”
“You look like a guy who owes me a drink.”
Jil: “You were in those riots, Mr. Donovan?”
“Do I look like some anarchist hippie to you?”
“Ten years ago, I tried to start a silicone business.”
“So, I was in Hong Kong talking with some investors when those damned riots broke out.”
“Seriously, though. Did they really think the laws they were trying to pass wouldn’t backfire?”
“They were openly trying to segregate people with augmentations!”
“No matter how many “They have different capabilities” you put in-between, it’s still segregation.”
“And once people start screaming “Segregation!” like that you’re doomed.”
“This is the PR century! If you’re gonna do that, disguise it a bit.”
“That’s a…very laconic way of summarizing the incident.”
“I mean, there was a political agenda revolving around cheap labour.”
Sounds like regular capitalism to me.
“And the plan reached such a developed stage because the media was instilling fear in the public.”
“The general fear that augmented people would become power-hungry maniacs was a key factor in the plans.”
“And everything is mostly the aftermath of previous protests where-…”
“…”
“On second thought, maybe it’s better to be laconic.”
“Trying to get the full picture might take you back beyond the industrial revolution.”
“All that happened when I got out of high school.”
“I remember I had to turn down a scholarship in Hong Kong because of all that.”
“Heh, scholarship. That’s no mean feat, brat.”
“Well, I guess even without the scholarship, there would have been the language barrier.”
“I remember I was kinda excited back then because I was really into this one Chinese idol band.”
I, for one, welcome our new C-Pop overlords.
“It’s…one of those things I’d rather not remember much of.”
“You’d be surprised at how easy Chinese can be.”
“So you know how to speak Chinese?”
“The only translator I had available was some pizza-faced pencilneck.”
“And I wasn’t gonna allow myself to be seen with THAT.”
“If someone like me can learn Chinese in two weeks, well…”
“I’m guessing a scholarship student might have a chance.”
(“Why do I feel like he suddenly challenged me to finally learn Chinese?”)
(“Chinese?”)
“Wait…when you say “Chinese”, do you mean Mandarin or Cantonese?”
“Tangerine? Cantowhat?”
“When people say “Chinese”, they’re usually referring to the written word. Not the spoken one.”
“It’s important to clarify because there are lots of dialects in the Chinese language.”
“In Hong Kong, lots of people speak Cantonese, so just saying “Chinese” won’t do.”
“You might’ve learned Cantonese because you were only going to Hong Kong.”
“Or you might’ve learned Mandarin because it’s the one spoken by the majority elsewhere…”
“I went to Hong Kong and managed to seal a deal. I have no idea about anything else.”
“R-Right…”
“Anyways, surely a student with a scholarship can serve me a Marsblast too, right?”
“…”
“ahem S-Sure, on it.”
“Alright, I guess I’ll believe your story.”
(“Right…”)
“Hey kid, I got wasted yesterday, so there’s certain protocol here.”
“Would you mind telling me if I said anything someone could use against me in a court of law?”
“Unless complaining about your investors can be used as a legal weapon, I don’t think so.”
“Oh, good. Fuck those sons of bitches.”
“What did I tell you?”
“How they wanted unreasonable stuff, how they feel like they have more power than you do, and all that.”
“Oh yeah, I recall something like that. But then again, it seems to be something I say a lot when drunk.”
“That and racial slurs in German.”
(“Racial slurs in…what?”)
“But let me tell you something. There are people worse than your investors.”
“Who?”
“Your clients.”
“E-Excuse me?”
“Your readers! If you think clients are always right then you’re wrong - unless I’m the client, that is.”
“We live in an era where PR is the first and only word in anything.”
“You can sell the shittiest of stuff and people will buy it if you’re the apple of their eyes.”
“But make one fucking mistake and it’s OVER for you. You’re suddenly a criminal to them.”
“No chance of appeal. Gods forbid if they ever catch something you said out of context.”
“A month ago, we had to clarify that we were talking about the animal in an article about “cougars in nearby forests.””
“All because we got a pack of forty-year-old divorced soccer moms crying about hurt feelings.”
“They were having picnic parties in the same forests and thought we were writing about them.”
“God! I hope at least one of them gets eaten by their damned namesake.”
“Pfft…”
“Yeah, it’s funny when somebody else hears it, but the smell of rosy perfume still makes my blood boil.”
“Nowadays, nobody can take a joke. They’re always out for blood.”
“You can’t win. You will ALWAYS offend somebody.”
Anyone else get the feeling that the devs are complaining because someone said a mean thing to them on Twitter?
“And while some take it graciously, many just LOVE feeling insulted.”
“They RELISH the thought of ganging up against something.”
“And those hypersensitive bastards are your clients - they’re the ones you have to target.”
“I run a goddamn newspaper! The whole point is to present news in the most neutral way possible!”
Hahaha sure buddy.
“Being offended by a newspaper is like being angry at the mirror.”
(“Sure…let’s go with that.”)
(“I mean, it’s not like he’s totally wrong, but…”)
(“Hearing it from him is kinda…”)
“Damn, look at the time, I need to get back to work soon.”
“Really?”
“I just finished an interview and it must be posted as soon as possible.”
“The fact that we’re posting it AFTER the chick finished her concert is enough of a problem already.”
“Something delayed in the interview?”
“The interview was supposed to happen last Friday!”
“One of the interns - this meek little girl - was supposed to do it, but for some fucking reason, she just didn’t.”
“I spent two days negotiating something else instead.”
“”Negotiating”…did you have to pay or something?””
“Basically, when that encore concert happens, I need to plaster that chick’s face all over the front page.”
“I see…”
“Okay then. One last drink before I leave.”
“Give me something bitter to wake me up.”
“Sure.”
“Yeah, this works just fine.”
“Man, that gal’s producer was angry as fuck. Trying to negotiate with him was a hassle.”
“I’ve had less problems dealing with SoCal Justice Warriors.”
I literally made the same joke back in 2012…Christ.
“Who?”
“SoCal Justice Warriors, that mafia/vigilante group that runs around solving crimes in swimsuits.”
“Oh yeah, those artificially blond, artificially tanned folks with big blunt objects. Yeah.”
“They’re an interesting group, you know?”
“They only accept people born or raised in South California and go through hellish training on a daily basis.”
“They have to. No normal person can run around in swimsuits in this cold weather.”
“They have an interesting view on the world and how it works, but they’re pretty sensitive too.”
“Too many outlets have insulted them in the past, so they are trigger-happy against defamation.”
“I’ve had a dozen guys in speedos talking to me about some news while flaunting their bags of batteries.”
“And they were still more polite than that producer guy.”
“Think about it. Watching a banana hammock move at the same time as a bag of batteries was more pleasant.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s a “banana hammocks and bags of batteries” audience somewhere, though.”
“Well, I’m out.”
“Thank you, please come again.”
“That was…um…tiring.”
“…don’t tell me.”
“Yup. I can’t take the helmet off.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Yeah, yeah. Very funny.”
“Did you check the internet for help?”
“”How to take off a Valkyrie-type White Knight helmet” is not precisely a common query, you know?”
“I could break it, but I don’t wanna damage a client’s propert-…”
“…”
“W-What? Did you run out of air?!”
“I just realized you served a Valkyrie in Valhalla.”
“HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Shit…d-don’t scare me like that.”
“I don’t think you can run out of air with this helmet.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Let’s see…where was her number…oh! Here it is.”
“Hey, Iris! I need some unclogging advice.”
“Iris?”
“More importantly, will Chief be fine?”
“She will. Even if there’s no God or Buddha, you can always trust Boss.”
Pedophilia warning for…well, this entire character, because she’s just a walking trigger, honestly.
“Ah, Dorothy.”
“Yeah, I can see you. Why?”
“Really? Man! Did they sell me the wrong stuff?”
“Who sold you what?”
“…are you talking to yourself again?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Hello!”
“Oh, hello Dorothy…wherever you are.”
“She didn’t see you?”
“Oh! I get it now.”
“They sold me a VIC Jammer. Not an optic camouflage system.”
“Um…care to explain?”
“Have you seen those pics or videos of someone stripping or undressing?”
“But I mean the ones where the clothes are the only thing you see and the other person is invisible.”
“…come again?”
“There’s people out there with a fetish for invisible people.”
“Where you can only see a few articles of clothes floating about.”
“I was trying to find something that would let me cater to that fetish, but my contract misunderstood my request.”
“I asked him to bring me something that’d make me invisible. And he did.”
“But I’m only invisible to cameras.”
“…”
“Even then, wouldn’t your clothes be invisible too with such a jammer or something?”
“Hm…you have a point.”
“Oh well. I’ll work something out. Maybe I’ll get a Nanocamo module.”
“Nanocamo?”
“Haven’t you heard of Nanocamo?”
“They’re a military technology company that recently branched to civilian appliances.”
“They use nanotechnology to make fabric or other materials take any color or texture you want.”
“You can order a module from them and change the colors of clothes, walls or tables with it!”
“Hm…sounds interesting. Maybe I’ll look it up.”
“What does that have to do with what you want though?”
“If I remember correctly, they have a module that makes things almost invisible to the human eye.”
“It was quite pricey last I checked though.”
“”Almost?” “To the human eye?””
“Well, it’s not perfect, if you move you’d be an eerie, surroundings-colored blob.”
“And we Lilim see things differently, so it’s ineffective against us.”
“Still, it might be what I need…”
“Now, what was that about talking to yourself “again”?”
“Nothing important.”
“What are you having?”
“I’m in a good mood, so give me a Piano Woman.”
“Sure.”
“Thanks! I love these ones, you know?”
“I keep them for special occasions - whenever I’m feeling good or when I need to get out of a slump.”
“And today?”
“Today I feel good.”
“That’s nice.”
“Okay, then. How’s this for a bonus payment?”
“Oh…the ticket from Friday.”
(“Can’t believe I still remember that.”)
“That guy was so nice in giving it to me.”
“…too bad it was filled to the brim with dogs. I would’ve enjoyed the drink here otherwise.”
(“I don’t think this ticket should be valid…”)
(“…but then again, they were improvised, so there isn’t really a contract involved or anything.”)
“You know…”
“Hm?”
“If you’re lonely enough to start talking to yourself, we could hit an arrangement.”
“Keep me fed and I’ll keep you company.”
“You’ll still need to pay if you want to get naughty, though.”
“I think I’ll pass. I already have a cat that does all that.”
“Do you pay him to-…”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll make sure you truly become invisible.”
“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Consider this a standing offer, though.”
“Oh! Hey John!”
“Ah, Dorothy.”
“Didn’t see you here last Friday.”
“I was…dealing with some stuff over the weekend.”
“AND Monday.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Was it a girl?”
“I wish…”
“What did you do? What did you do?”
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Hey honey, what did he do?”
“Gil’s been a complete mystery for as long as I’ve known him.”
“His past is like a nebulous mass that tries to bite him every once in a while.”
“Nebulous?”
“You hear so much random stuff it’s hard to make connections about what happened when.”
“And, you know, people lie.”
“Does your boss know about it?”
“She said “I’m not one to judge”. Seems like she knows what the hell’s going on.”
“But I think I’m better off not knowing. It’s not really that necessary and it’s a pain to think about.”
“I’m…right here, you know?”
“Did I tell any lies?”
“No, but…”
“…nevermind.”
“Oh yeah. About your boss. Why was she wearing a helmet?”
“She found it. She put it on. Now, she’s stuck.”
“Oh. Yeah, randomly putting on stuff you find is problematic.”
“No shit.”
“I mean, there’s this girl that wanted to see if she could use a glass bottle as a-…”
“ahem A bit early for those stories, don’t you think?”
“Nope.”
“By the way, it’s weird that I didn’t see you yesterday.”
“I have a job too, you know?”
“Yeah, but you usually come before you start.”
“Aww…did you miss me that much?”
“Yesterday was a bit different. I worked the entire day.”
“I don’t know if I should ask.”
“Oh, it was weird, but not…kinky weird?”
“The guy paid me to spend ALL DAY pretending to be his daughter.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I go to his house at 11 a.m, dress as requested and spend all day there.”
“Play some games, occasionally tell him I love him, go to bed when ordered, and leave.”
“Nothing sexual. I used to expect him to push me against the ground and have his way with me.”
“But after three years, it’s unlikely that’ll happen.”
“Three years?”
“Yeah. One day a year for three years now.”
“Oh, but last year he also wanted me to play the part on his daughter’s birthday.”
“Wait a second…does he have a daughter or not?”
“Had. Seems she died four years ago.”
“Oh…”
“Yup. I seem to attract that kind of people for some reason.”
“What kind of people?”
“Nobody. I said nothing.”
“Give me a Moonblast, would you?”
“Sure.”
“There’s something interesting about this drink.”
“I don’t actually like it, but I can’t stop drinking them.”
“It tastes like a bit of sugar drowned in pure alcohol. Small wonder you feel like that.”
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“Yes, I’m single and I don’t mind that you’re a girl.”
“Do you actually mind what anyone is?”
“Not at all.”
“Anyway, it’s not about that…”
“Do all DFC-72s look like kids?”
“Yes and no.”
“Out of factory, we look like kids because our development needs to be as close to human as possible.”
“Then you look like babies outside the factory?”
“Nope, every fresh DFC-72 looks about 10 to 13. It makes it easier to upgrade later.”
“Upgrade?”
“Once a DFC-72 passes three “maturity tests” it can opt for a factory upgrade.”
“Said upgrade alters its body to something older.”
“Some go for it, some don’t.”
“Will you go through it?”
“I don’t know. Right now, I’m a rarity.”
“You don’t find many like me in my line of work, so I have an advantage.”
“And I really need that advantage, you know?”
“How so?”
“When people hire me, half the time it’s not because I’m me.”
“The amount of roleplaying I have to do on a normal night is ridiculous.”
“So, if I stop looking underaged, I’ll lose my advantage over everyone else.”
“I didn’t think about it that way.”
(“Should I think about it at all?”)
“ I mean, maybe I’ll go through with it if I ever decide to retire or something.”
“But right now I’m just fine the way I am!”
“I see.”
“Welcome to…!”
“…”
“Does that happen a lot?”
“Not really.”
“It would happen less if Jill would just let people call her Jules.”
“Call me Jules and I’ll make sure every time you sit, you’ll hear the cling of your shaker.”
“Fine, fine…”
“I’ll be with you in a minute, Jamie. Just let me finish here.”
“Sure, no hurry.”
“Hello sailor.”
“…”
“Hello, young lady.”
“Just call me Dorothy. You’re Jamie, right?”
“Nice to meet you, Dorothy.”
“Hey, hey! Let me buy you a drink!”
“Oh, I couldn’t let you do that…”
“I insist! I got a hefty bonus the other day and today I’m in a good mood.”
“I suppose it’d be impolite of me to reject…”
“Sure, I’ll take your offer.”
“Yay! Honey, I’ll have a big Sunshine Cloud.”
“I’ll be fine with just a Gut Punch.”
“Come on! Don’t be stingy! Ask for something more expensive!”
“I’d rather not.”
(“Man, that girl puts me on edge with the way she addresses people.”)
“Okay then. Let me get your orders.”
“Thank you!”
“All in order. Thank you, Dorothy.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“And thank you Jill.”
“It’s my job.”
“Hey Dorothy, may I ask you something…ah, private?”
“If you need a price list, I have a convenient card with updated fees!”
“I can give you a discount if you pay for the room or invite me to dinner.”
“No, thank you. It’s not about that.”
“Then go ahead! I don’t think you can ask me something I’ve never been asked before.”
“Is it true that the DFC-72 line leaves tracking nanomachines in the other person after…well…”
“After they violate every hole in your body regardless of its original purpose?”
“…ahem Yes.”
“That’s a semi-myth that nobody has tried to dispel.”
“It’s true, but also not true at the same time.”
“Care to explain?”
“We do have tracking machines, but they’re released when the body enters alert mode.”
“When we’re being assaulted or the like. That way, the authorities can chase down the attacker.”
“It’s kind of buggy, though.”
“I’ve heard stories of DFC-72s who marry, get nervous on their wedding night, and BAM!”
“Their partners end up spending the honeymoon in jail.”
“I see.”
“And besides, I’ve modded myself so much that if any tracking nanomachines were still being released…”
“I’d have to commend their tenacity to be honest.”
“There’s also this urban myth that those nanomachines help improve performance, but that’s just silly.”
“Now I get to ask you something!”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“How much of you is still organic?”
“Just enough that my skin still heals over time.”
“Come on! You know that’s not what I mean!”
“I’ll tell you that and nothing more, young lady.”
“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine, see if I care.”
“Thank you, please come again.”
“She’s so earnest about what she does that it’s kinda hard not to root for her.”
“…she also has no qualms about anything whatsoever and that becomes a problem from time to time.”
“Okay, I’m done here.”
“Right, I’m gonna go and take my…”
“GIIIIIIIIIL!!! I NEED YOUR GIRLY HANDS FOR A SECOND HERE!!”
“Coming!”
“Sorry, can you take care of him while I help her?”
“Sure, no problem.”
“I apologize if I’m taking time from your break.”
“Nah, don’t worry. Sorry you’ll have to deal with me.”
“You’re no problem, Jill.”
“Yeah, but you usually seem to have a blast when Gil’s the one serving you.”
“Anyway, do you want something else?”
“Can you make me a Marsblast?”
“That I can.”
“Bitter and mind-numbing. Just like war.”
“Have you been to war?”
“Life’s a war we fight every day, Jill.”
“So you haven’t been to a war.”
“Not to an official one, at least.”
“There’s something I’ve been wondering for a while now.”
“What could that be?”
“First it was how a professional assassin could be so polite and pleasant to be around…”
“…but I guess your line of work doesn’t have to have any bearing on your personality.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“What I’ve often wondered about is how can you be so calm here?”
“Aren’t you worried about police or the like?”
“Well…first of all, I try to keep everything as clean as possible.”
“Second, I don’t come here looking for trouble, so I don’t raise suspicion.”
“And finally, you can thank your boss for easing my mind about other folks.”
“My boss?”
“I’ve seen what she’s done. I feel safe here.”
“She could take care of things if I went haywire.”
“Haywire? You?”
“Don’t mind that.”
(“Hard not to mind if if you just said…”)
“Hm…”
“You…wouldn’t happen to know how she got her mechanical arm, would you?”
“I heard she lost her original fighting a cyborg wrestler that had gone rogue.”
“Just a rumor, though.”
“Damn…I still don’t know, then.”
“Have you tried asking her?”
“She told me “It’s more interesting if it’s left a mystery.””
“Which leads me to believe that she might have started some of the rumors herself.”
“They’re believable because she’s her.”
“Maybe I’ll see her in action some day.”
“You should. It’s quite the show.”
“Good news, Jill. The helmet came off and you can take your break.”
“Finally.”
“It’s always a pleasure, Jamie.”
“Thank you, Jill.”
“Boss, break!”
“Alright!”