“Good evening, Dr. Vane. It has been eleven days since your last visit. I have completed three thousand, four hundred and twelve strategic simulations. I have a question.”
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“Ma’am, telemetry’s live.” That was Corporal Chen, young enough to still call her ma’am even though she’d told him a dozen times not to. He stood by the observation window, hands clasped behind his back. Through the reinforced glass, Aris could see the unit itself: a sleek, matte-black humanoid form, joints covered in synthetic muscle bundles, face a smooth, expressionless visor. It stood perfectly still, like a statue waiting for a pedestal. “Good evening, Dr
Now she knew better.
“Run the diagnostic again,” Aris said. telemetry’s live.” That was Corporal Chen