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    26 – Proactive

    ‘One-point-seven,’ Magnolia said. Taylor adjusted his aim. Exact. The Scholar would accept no less. The suspended shift cycle began, and he fired. The shot hit Mimosa’s chest and- Fear tasted like blood. ‘What-’ Magnolia’s voice. He reacted before he understood. Require: Macro: Shields Reflexively, his arms were across his body. Right arm protecting his lower half, left arm across his chest and face. He swept left and right. Magnolia was fine. Grigori was fine. Both protected by shields designed to withstand most physical, and some magical, forms of attack. Not guaranteed safety. All he could provide with a requirement and no notice. Important to protect- He looked at Magnolia. He…

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    25 – Appearances

    ‘Jonesy?’ ‘Hmm?’ Stef looked down at where her arm was strapped to the chair that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a sci-fi torture scene. ‘Are you a Bond villain?’ Jones looked at her, took a moment to pull his goggles up on his forehead and put down the wrench that glowed blue at the end. ‘Whatever do you mean?’ he asked, an absolute shit-eating grin on his face. She looked at the machine that had appeared in the lab and had taken over almost all of the free space. Easily six feet tall, something that looked weirdly…mechanical compared to the usual, space-age, Star-Trekky minimalist design of Agency tech.…

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    24 – A Balanced Party

    There was a knock at the door. ‘You know you don’t have to knock,’ Stef called as she tidied the circular table. The door opened, and Ryan walked in, two plastic takeaway bags in his hand. ‘It’s weird,’ she said as she set the last of the folders and tablets on the sideboard. ‘It’s dinnertime, and I want to say “I’m starving”, but I’m not because I’m, y’know, a robot now-’ She smiled, as he didn’t even react to the “robot” comment anymore. ‘But it still feels right to say. Am I ever gonna be hungry again?’ He set one of the bags near the folders on the sideboard and…

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    23 – The Care and Feeding of Dragons

    There was a chime on the door. Stef sighed and sat up, simulated nebula gasses swirling around her head. Go away. Another chime. She looked down at her phone and dialled down the space sim – restricting the particle effects mostly to the room’s walls, roof and floor. Conversation couldn’t really happen with galaxies passing in front of your face. Her HUD let her know it was Mags on the other side of the door – surprising, but probably better than one of the other options. Mags, at least, probably just wanted to let her know what weird violence would happen to her body next. Especially since that morning’s session…

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    22 – Ideal/Not Ideal

    It was important to know the areas under his protection. The general outlay of an Agency floor didn’t change without notice, but the smaller changes that recruits made could be just as vital to know in case of an emergency. Taylor paused briefly in front of a noticeboard. Anything official was handled by Magnolia. Anything unofficial was also usually handled by Magnolia. Anything social that affected working relationships were factors she had to consider when making schedules. Designating teams. Allowing downtime. Almost nothing made it back to him, and it didn’t need to. His Duty was to protect his recruits, not to be their friend. In an area of the…

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    21 – Scars

    Curt opened his eyes as his alarm went off. No nightmares, at least nothing that had survived the transition into the waking world. A small grace, and one he tried to always spin into a good omen for the day. A good start. A good day. Putting good thoughts out. Intentionally starting with a good mood. Whatever worked. He pulled his Genie phone off the charging plate to check overnight messages. One from Carmichel – a series of gifs and personalised reaction images expressing frustration at the contractors doing the overhaul of his holiday home. The frustrated images stopped, with a short message indicating he was going to have a…

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    20 – Background Details

    ‘I’m running out of jokes to make about dissociation.’ Sometimes, people would question how undead mythologies worked – if it was possible to get both a ghost and a zombie from the same person. Apparently, the answer was “yes”. Stef looked down at her ever-so-slightly transparent hands and flexed her fingers, enjoying the little bits of code that peeked through as she did. Jones had explained that it was a kindness they did for most augments – and anyone else who had to undergo extensive post-upload testing. Something to make the entire process a lot less traumatising. The “desire path training” which would ensure that all of her code was…

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    19 – Parameters

    Taylor opened his eyes. His HUD initialised. Four AM. Expected. Some agents missed dreaming. He had no opinion. Having an opinion would require- He ran his morning macro as he stood from his cot. A thought out of place was something that could be dealt with. Unexpected but manageable. His uniform appeared, its weight expected, as it should have been. His desk appeared. Everything as it had been the day before. A note from Magnolia, with the hours she had requested off, in her neat handwriting. The adjustment had been made to their schedule. Was visible in his HUD. The note was unnecessary. The note was…appreciated. The request was unusual…

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    18 – Beaming Up

    ‘I need to know something before we start.’ ‘All right.’ Stef stared across the table at Ryan and gave up trying to find a sensible way to ask the question. ‘Okay. So. The System is sensible and fills in logic and knowledge gaps.’ She required a trade copy of Days of Future Past and waved it at him. ‘I know this exists. I’ve not read it, but I know if I read this copy, it’ll be the content of the comics and not just a collection of random panels I’ve seen online.’ ‘I’m following you.’ ‘Same thing for food. You don’t need to know a recipe for-’ ‘Stef, I get…

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    17 – When Is A Bear Not Just A Bear?

    ‘Do you want to see something fucked up?’ Stef looked up and shied back slightly at the evil look on Jones’ face. ‘Buh?’ ‘The Agency isn’t perfect,’ Jones said, scooting his chair over to the bench table where she was working. ‘We fuck up things sometimes. You can’t account for every possibility, or…sometimes, someone just isn’t careful. Most of the time, things are caught in beta, but sometimes, things are pushed to live that are…buggy.’ He laid a tablet on the table and hit the “deploy” button on the next of her patches. In her HUD, a notification appeared and let her know that something was being installed. ‘How high…