Cramped storage. No door. And a... small computer in the corner. None of his monitors or widespread databases, the array of network paths to systems that make up his subnet. He's trapped inside the console made to edit him. Apparently, by someone with no intention of letting him back out.
Add in a micro-evaluation table, and he'd know exactly who might go this far. But Reverie Terminal. And a Butler who knows Arid.
"Could be worse."
He'd been trying for flippant. Somehow, for all his practice, it doesn't quite come out right now. Still, the statement's true enough.
no subject
Cramped storage. No door. And a... small computer in the corner. None of his monitors or widespread databases, the array of network paths to systems that make up his subnet. He's trapped inside the console made to edit him. Apparently, by someone with no intention of letting him back out.
Add in a micro-evaluation table, and he'd know exactly who might go this far. But Reverie Terminal. And a Butler who knows Arid.
"Could be worse."
He'd been trying for flippant. Somehow, for all his practice, it doesn't quite come out right now. Still, the statement's true enough.
He could be alone.
"How about that message?"