If you would permit me sir, this little bastard has shown that an AI and chassis like this can be useful for espionage if it had a clearer purpose. If you find it, please don't destroy it, it'd be such a waste." you say before he leaves, "Plus it might have information on Snowgl-uh, 819 we could use. Maybe it knows what his whole plan was?"
Richards stops for a moment on his way out and looks back at you. He gives another grunt, but says nothing. Maybe that means he will? Or won't? It's kinda hard to tell with him, really.
With that, the last thing you hear is the door shutting heavily and locking behind him. The echos bouncing around the cold, empty room for a while before fading out and leaving you once again alone with your thoughts. You lie down on your cot, wondering what time it is, and attempt to sleep.
It comes, but not easily. Your brain is working overtime on every possible thing you can think of, whether you want to or not. Every neuron firing at once in a fireworks display going off in your mind and it only stresses you out more. It isn't until exhaustion do you pass out. Your dreams are troubling and full of awful scenarios only made worse by the surreal randomness of dreaming.
You are woken up not by an alarm, but by a voice speaking to you. A voice full of authority, calmness and confidence. Not Richards, but one you've heard before. Your eyes flutter open and you groan as you sit up slowly, looking at the blurry face of the one who spoke.
"Good morning, doctor. Agent Arikawa, CIA. I believe we've met. I hope you slept well." the suited man says, seated at a small table with a small mountain of paperwork next to him and a briefcase sitting neatly at his feet. "We have much to discuss and I am not one to wait around. I hope you don't mind."
>Couldn't you have at least waited for breakfast?
>No, no, of course not...
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