[DAY :042] do androids dream of electric sheep?
[PING. If you happen to be surfing the Concordian extranet, a familiar looking window pops into the browser. --It's familiar at first glance, anyway. This has no identifying user, no chat text box. It might be more easily mistaken for an error message. It says:]
Hello. I'm awake.
[After thirty seconds, the window closes on its own. Should anyone connect one dot to the next and go check in the room where Kellix the skele!droid has been stored, they'll find him-- well, still prone in the made bed, but his optical receptors are lit up and his internal systems seem to be making fairly regular whirring and whizzing noises. That's a good sign, right?
These messages pop up whenever Kellix wakes up, for however short the interval. Hope you like pop-ups.]
[After thirty seconds, the window closes on its own. Should anyone connect one dot to the next and go check in the room where Kellix the skele!droid has been stored, they'll find him-- well, still prone in the made bed, but his optical receptors are lit up and his internal systems seem to be making fairly regular whirring and whizzing noises. That's a good sign, right?
These messages pop up whenever Kellix wakes up, for however short the interval. Hope you like pop-ups.]
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Is there a particular reason you'd prefer I tell you instead of one of your colleagues, Miss Jade?
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You said you and Y found ways for people's skills to rise to the top? Not everyone in our organization has the skill to do what you suggest, the restraint to wait to try until it's done properly, or the... necessary delicacy. [She rolls her shoulders. People talk.]
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I'll keep that in mind, thank you.
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Let me know if you need anything. [Her datapad will surely stop playing Concordian Rick Astley one of these days.]
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Of course. Thank you Miss Jade.