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Once he had woke up from the late night movie/cuddle session, Adam reluctantly untangled from Narwhal and went to get breakfast going.
It took three tries to get Dragon and Armsmaster out of her lab, but eventually they both showed up for breakfast. Dragon's serving was a virtual copy of Armsmaster's, but neither complained about it.
Armsmaster broke off his stare at the blue flamed dapper skeleton before he gave a slight cough. "Variance, despite my appreciation for all you have done for Dragon, especially recently, I regret that I must deliver a managerial message."
Adam grinned, his flexible skeletal mask adding a certain flavor to it. "A directive from the Director, so to speak?"
Armsmaster sighed. "Indeed. While the initial orders given and followed during the end of your stay had both the appearance and clearance codes of legitimate commands, we now have an ongoing case to determine how a third party managed to intercept and modify our internal documentation."
He was apparently cutting his pancakes into very efficient bite sized pieces. "While I can not comment on an ongoing case, I and PRT's highest levels of leadership wish to apologize for our failure to prevent outside influence on our behaviors."
When Dragon nudged him, he glanced over... and sighed. "In summary, I and Director Piggot extend sincere apologies, and wish to inform you that your treatment was unreasonable and unexpected."
Adam glanced at Dragon, who gave a tiny nod. "Well, considering how happy I am with my current situation, new house, etc... we can let the issue go for now. Who was the one behind the orders?"
The bearded man grimaced. "Signs point toward only a few options if it a local threat. Both Empire 88, and those that follow the same Nazi doctrine, are unlikely. Several of the individuals discovered do not fit within their 'acceptable criteria', so to speak."
He frowned. "Merchant interference is unlikely, as structure and long term planning is not among their hallmarks. Lung's Asian Bad Boys were marked out for similar reasons as the Empire, as none of the suspects had enough Asian relations to give it high probability."
Armsmaster tapped the table. "I had considered the remote possibility that the team of Uber and Leet were involved, as your recent economic actions had affected the gaming scene pretty heavily affected the gaming market as a whole... but Dragon informed me that they are potentially future coworkers for your organization, and both had alibis which disproved the theory."
With a sigh, he continued. "By elimination, we believe the mercenary employer Coil is most likely, assuming this isn't an out of city issue that was recently discovered." His armor lit up... oh, he and Dragon got his systems access to the holo-projectors. Neat.
The online webpage with Coil's data rotated. He frowned. "Sadly, the public page has about all the information WE have, with minor differences. We are not entirely sure he even HAS powers."
Adam hummed. "He probably does, because otherwise he would not have threatened this level of exposure to get rid of me so blatantly." Probably. "Not sure what it would be-" Lie. "-But it must be something so valuable that he didn't want to risk me getting close enough for my power to be 'inspired' by it."
Armsmaster frowned. "Maybe... but not probable enough to use as proof. I will keep it in mind though."
Adam paused. He couldn't give away too much... but... "You know, if he managed to get someone inside the facilities, then several things may be true." He held up some fingers. "First, he may be a master, commanding others to follow commands. Second, a stranger able to wander around and make changes. Three, a thinker that can gain electronic access... maybe. You didn't tell me how exactly the breech in security occurred."
Armsmaster's reply was dry. "Nor will I."
Adam shrugged. "Fair enough. Finally, he may have hooks within PRT itself. Blackmail on employees, hostages, torture sessions..." A frown. "Memory related power? It would be a stronger kind of stranger ability... there are just too many ways I could see someone pulling this stunt off."
Dragon tapped her chin. "If we assume that the attack happened after you healed that Parahuman, then maybe that itself is what scared him or her into action. Him, if it was Coil. Which means he wouldn't just be able to modify high level orders, but to observe our actions while you were healing."
Armsmaster's eyes lit up. "THAT is what was bothering me. Now I have an entire new set of hardware to test with possible leads."
Watching Armsmaster deftly head to the garage (Dragon hovering along), Adam chuckled as he began cleaning up the meal. He had things to do anyway, and Narwhal had to stay 'home' in Toronto and get paperwork done for now.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam glanced up at the faded sign... should be the place.
The office building was worn, by time and by past violence, faded as it was. He idly walked up to the front entrance, ignoring the few stares from the random people on the street.
He had put on a black fedora over his 'hair', so he was a simple tall skeleton with blue flamed eyes in a VERY nice suit. It felt... glorious.
He entered the lobby, and got directions from the woman working the front desk. She looked as worn down by circumstances like the rest of this part of the city, but her movements were professional and she barely shivered when meeting his 'eyes'. A buzzed message later and some directions, and she sent him off.
Knocking on the labeled office door, a muffled 'Come in!' had him enter with self-confidence and a smile.
The man behind the desk had the signs of thinning hair, but the demeanor of a giant held down by responsibilities and bad news. The two much larger, muscle bound men behind him were standing... heavily.
Not threats, but more promises.
The skeletal smile was honest. "Good day, gentlemen. My Parahuman name is Variance, and I work for 'The Guild' under the direct guidance of Tinker Dragon and Director Narwhal." He held out a skeletal hand.
The movement of the two masses behind the balding man stopped when the man raised a hand... one that then reached out to shake Adam's own, as his small frame towered below everyone.
It was impressive that one so small filled the room so well... A leader with only hope and determination keeping him together.
His thin glasses didn't make his smile less deadly. "Danny Hebert, Spokesperson and Head of Hiring for Brockton Bay's Dockworkers Association. Please, sit."
The chair was slightly lower and far less comfortable than it looked, but Adam's height made it not matter that much. "And your associates?"
Danny shrugged. "They are just enjoying a nice break from duties. No need to pay attention to them." The two loomed silently.
Adam grinned. "Well, our audience aside, I hear that your people have less work than expected for another year in a row... and I want to talk contracts about having some of your human resources work in my facilities."
Danny frowned. "I don't know what you heard, but we keep out of cape stuff when possible. Escalates too quick, too dangerous. We don't do minion work either."
Adam sighed. "This city is too dangerous, period. But no, I don't need peons, I need skilled men and women who know how to do honest work for honest pay." He pulled out some paperwork. "One moment, please."
With a wave of his hand, flames rapidly formed a short sub-table to work with... and the two large slabs of muscles were holding VERY large firearms.
Those were not tinkertech, but they were also NOT legal.
Thankfully, Danny had already waved them down as he accepted the first bundle of paper. "These are?"
Adam handed the two other bundles over. "Three types of pre-written contracts, a base start for further negotiations." He watched Danny rapidly scan through them. "The first bundle would be a one time contract, to be negotiated from scratch in the future. The second is a multiyear contract with certain requirements and restrictions, but contractual exclusivity: Only Dock Workers or Guild Workers allowed."
He pulled another copy of the documents from his bag. "The last bundle would be a long term employment contract, one where Dockworkers would have first right of refusal on any jobs required in this distribution region. Guild jobs would have to pass your desk first before others can even bid to win them, although that one has stronger restrictions on the Dockworkers Association as a whole."
He stopped talking, seeing Danny's raised hand... letting the man go through the lawyer mumbo, taking notes. After a few passes over several minutes, Danny hit a buzzer and handed the third set of documents to a thin man who then silently left.
He turned to Adam. "Young man, I am responsible for hundreds of families. I am not just trying to get a good deal or a short-term buck, but to ensure the continued survival of my people in very trying times." He gestured for the second copy of the third batch of contracts, checking for issues. "I need long term solutions."
He began going through the notes. "The pay listed seems unusually generous before negotiation even begins. The work itself does not seem to be something that requires a history of dock work experience. The benefit plans are overly generous, the restriction clauses suspiciously loose, and worst of all I can't see why you decided to work with our Association in this situation in the first place."
Adam held up some fingers. "They pay thing is in compensation for the level of secrecy required for any workers on my billets. That actually covers a number of your issues really, as I believe well paid employees are more loyal employees."
He continued. "Also, Dragon and I are both Canadian, and Canada has strong opinions on healthcare which have not been duplicated in the American Healthcare System." He looked at Danny. "In other words, we want healthy, non-contagious employees working in our shop. Thus the large medical and leave benefits. The desire for our employees to have and raise future employees is why we offer paid birth leave for BOTH parents, and why childcare is provided on site."
Dragon loved the idea of having kids in the house anyway, and having parents downstairs while the kids are taken care of upstairs would prevent all kinds of issues.
Leaning back, Adam was amused to see his deep sigh created a lightly floating ball of blue flame that faded away. "And honestly, your Association is lacking a future with that damn ocean Endbringer out there. And I need some trustworthy people to work in my factory, making sure my machines can make the very profitable computers, game consoles, and virtual reality collars."
He looked directly at Danny. "The biggest reason for me to focus on loyalty and honesty is that my facility is also my home, and I want to ensure my friends and family, little as it is right now, is kept safe."
Danny paused... tapping the table for bit.
With a sign, he stood again, arm out. "I am intrigued and willing to continue negotiations, Variance, assuming we can add language reducing or eliminating external Parahuman involvement where possible."
Adam groaned. "What? Why! I'm a Parahuman, my boss and friends are Parahumans, it doesn't mean we have fleas or something."
Danny chuckled, "My wife had a bit of history with charismatic Parahumans, and we are a bit hesitant to work with someone who can build up an international powerful company in less than a year." Seeing the skeletal expression he grinned. "You and your company are both more than a bit well known online, and my wife works in an education facility that has benefited from one of your charities. So I've heard things. Though... the skeletal thing was unexpected."
Adam grinned, thin blue flames trickling up his skull, around his black fedora. "But it looks cool, right?"
Both walls of muscles behind the man gave a light chuckle as Danny laughed. "I admit, the intimidation went down when I figured out you were going for 'Mysterious Stranger' feeling." His mirth faded. "How long until the facilities are fully operational? The contract made them seem expansive."
Adam groused, sulking a little. "They took FOREVER! Even with my powers it was hours of work. It's ready to go as of 3am this morning though. I just need people who can follow orders, not get hurt, and keep their mouth shut so no Villains try to bomb my house with pie or something."
Seeing their confusion he sighed. "After entering America I was attacked by a man with tractors, my fear of the absurd hasn't gone away."
Danny gave a solemn nod. "Could the tractors turn into smaller robots?"
Adam paused... "No?"
Danny sighed. "So they were not Trans-farmers."
Seeing the meat-muscles chuckle, Adam grinned. "I like you. Lets do some law junk."
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
In the end, the deal was a godsend for the Dockworkers and a convenient way to get workers for Adam. He had drastically underestimated how large his 'production floor' would be, and after some final decisions had decided to focus on ease of non-powered maintenance over space compaction.
So when he got home, it only took a bit for him to remodel the back of his home to have loading/unloading docks (Designed from what he saw when visiting Danny), a separate ramp leading to a separate underground parking garage, a set of offices, and a few other odds and ends.
The Cafeteria, Gym, Workout Room, Pool, Game Room (He knew Leet and Uber would want one, so why waste time?), and the one that drew the most interest when interviewing the random Dock Workers; a safe and secure play area and child care center.
Dragon tried to look innocent, but somehow digital profiles for child care professionals were waiting on him when he got home. Well, it made that part easier.
Over the next four days going back and forth to the docks, Danny loosened up around 'Boss Bone-daddy' (Thank you Narwhal, that won't be embarrassing at all) and ended up mentioning that his wife was looking for local work to avoid the long drives through heavy traffic to her college.
They had a kid they wanted to take better care of and the constant long commute really made their schedule complicated.
And as Adam still had room and need for more 'hands on deck', as it were... Taylor Hebert and Anne Hebert ended up joining the child care center, one as a customer and the other as a care worker.
Danny found it slightly sad that working for this Canadian company offered more financial compensation to his wife than her years of work at her classes, but... well. Anne felt that there was some background stuff keeping the woman from being promoted at her college. Exposed criminal history or sexism, either way the new job had better overall benefits.
So being able to be closer to her husband, bring her child, and not pay/cook for breakfast/lunch/dinner if desired... well, the choice was pretty obvious.
As all the dockworkers got into the new routine and the manufacturing floor began production, dozens of kids were upstairs playing and so forth.
Adam quickly learned to soundproof both the production floor and the child care area, and the cafeteria required hiring more workers as 24 hour food staff...
Basically, Adam started outsourcing local human resource acquirement to Danny and all the legal stuff to Dragon.
As he wasted a whole night hugging a giantess with a three foot horn on a soft couch, he spent another charge enhancing the 'Technomancy' simulation power, as he had done for the last week or so.
Sometimes, he thought as the movie continued, even life in a world dark as this one has good moments.
Oh, he knew Coil was targeting him. But that was an issue for tomorrow, now that his company had local workers and the facility was running.
But tomorrow...
He silently sent his Cybernetic Warfare Software Suite commands from all 789 drones currently cruising high above the city.
Tomorrow he would have a conversation with a certain serpent.
It took three tries to get Dragon and Armsmaster out of her lab, but eventually they both showed up for breakfast. Dragon's serving was a virtual copy of Armsmaster's, but neither complained about it.
Armsmaster broke off his stare at the blue flamed dapper skeleton before he gave a slight cough. "Variance, despite my appreciation for all you have done for Dragon, especially recently, I regret that I must deliver a managerial message."
Adam grinned, his flexible skeletal mask adding a certain flavor to it. "A directive from the Director, so to speak?"
Armsmaster sighed. "Indeed. While the initial orders given and followed during the end of your stay had both the appearance and clearance codes of legitimate commands, we now have an ongoing case to determine how a third party managed to intercept and modify our internal documentation."
He was apparently cutting his pancakes into very efficient bite sized pieces. "While I can not comment on an ongoing case, I and PRT's highest levels of leadership wish to apologize for our failure to prevent outside influence on our behaviors."
When Dragon nudged him, he glanced over... and sighed. "In summary, I and Director Piggot extend sincere apologies, and wish to inform you that your treatment was unreasonable and unexpected."
Adam glanced at Dragon, who gave a tiny nod. "Well, considering how happy I am with my current situation, new house, etc... we can let the issue go for now. Who was the one behind the orders?"
The bearded man grimaced. "Signs point toward only a few options if it a local threat. Both Empire 88, and those that follow the same Nazi doctrine, are unlikely. Several of the individuals discovered do not fit within their 'acceptable criteria', so to speak."
He frowned. "Merchant interference is unlikely, as structure and long term planning is not among their hallmarks. Lung's Asian Bad Boys were marked out for similar reasons as the Empire, as none of the suspects had enough Asian relations to give it high probability."
Armsmaster tapped the table. "I had considered the remote possibility that the team of Uber and Leet were involved, as your recent economic actions had affected the gaming scene pretty heavily affected the gaming market as a whole... but Dragon informed me that they are potentially future coworkers for your organization, and both had alibis which disproved the theory."
With a sigh, he continued. "By elimination, we believe the mercenary employer Coil is most likely, assuming this isn't an out of city issue that was recently discovered." His armor lit up... oh, he and Dragon got his systems access to the holo-projectors. Neat.
The online webpage with Coil's data rotated. He frowned. "Sadly, the public page has about all the information WE have, with minor differences. We are not entirely sure he even HAS powers."
Adam hummed. "He probably does, because otherwise he would not have threatened this level of exposure to get rid of me so blatantly." Probably. "Not sure what it would be-" Lie. "-But it must be something so valuable that he didn't want to risk me getting close enough for my power to be 'inspired' by it."
Armsmaster frowned. "Maybe... but not probable enough to use as proof. I will keep it in mind though."
Adam paused. He couldn't give away too much... but... "You know, if he managed to get someone inside the facilities, then several things may be true." He held up some fingers. "First, he may be a master, commanding others to follow commands. Second, a stranger able to wander around and make changes. Three, a thinker that can gain electronic access... maybe. You didn't tell me how exactly the breech in security occurred."
Armsmaster's reply was dry. "Nor will I."
Adam shrugged. "Fair enough. Finally, he may have hooks within PRT itself. Blackmail on employees, hostages, torture sessions..." A frown. "Memory related power? It would be a stronger kind of stranger ability... there are just too many ways I could see someone pulling this stunt off."
Dragon tapped her chin. "If we assume that the attack happened after you healed that Parahuman, then maybe that itself is what scared him or her into action. Him, if it was Coil. Which means he wouldn't just be able to modify high level orders, but to observe our actions while you were healing."
Armsmaster's eyes lit up. "THAT is what was bothering me. Now I have an entire new set of hardware to test with possible leads."
Watching Armsmaster deftly head to the garage (Dragon hovering along), Adam chuckled as he began cleaning up the meal. He had things to do anyway, and Narwhal had to stay 'home' in Toronto and get paperwork done for now.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam glanced up at the faded sign... should be the place.
The office building was worn, by time and by past violence, faded as it was. He idly walked up to the front entrance, ignoring the few stares from the random people on the street.
He had put on a black fedora over his 'hair', so he was a simple tall skeleton with blue flamed eyes in a VERY nice suit. It felt... glorious.
He entered the lobby, and got directions from the woman working the front desk. She looked as worn down by circumstances like the rest of this part of the city, but her movements were professional and she barely shivered when meeting his 'eyes'. A buzzed message later and some directions, and she sent him off.
Knocking on the labeled office door, a muffled 'Come in!' had him enter with self-confidence and a smile.
The man behind the desk had the signs of thinning hair, but the demeanor of a giant held down by responsibilities and bad news. The two much larger, muscle bound men behind him were standing... heavily.
Not threats, but more promises.
The skeletal smile was honest. "Good day, gentlemen. My Parahuman name is Variance, and I work for 'The Guild' under the direct guidance of Tinker Dragon and Director Narwhal." He held out a skeletal hand.
The movement of the two masses behind the balding man stopped when the man raised a hand... one that then reached out to shake Adam's own, as his small frame towered below everyone.
It was impressive that one so small filled the room so well... A leader with only hope and determination keeping him together.
His thin glasses didn't make his smile less deadly. "Danny Hebert, Spokesperson and Head of Hiring for Brockton Bay's Dockworkers Association. Please, sit."
The chair was slightly lower and far less comfortable than it looked, but Adam's height made it not matter that much. "And your associates?"
Danny shrugged. "They are just enjoying a nice break from duties. No need to pay attention to them." The two loomed silently.
Adam grinned. "Well, our audience aside, I hear that your people have less work than expected for another year in a row... and I want to talk contracts about having some of your human resources work in my facilities."
Danny frowned. "I don't know what you heard, but we keep out of cape stuff when possible. Escalates too quick, too dangerous. We don't do minion work either."
Adam sighed. "This city is too dangerous, period. But no, I don't need peons, I need skilled men and women who know how to do honest work for honest pay." He pulled out some paperwork. "One moment, please."
With a wave of his hand, flames rapidly formed a short sub-table to work with... and the two large slabs of muscles were holding VERY large firearms.
Those were not tinkertech, but they were also NOT legal.
Thankfully, Danny had already waved them down as he accepted the first bundle of paper. "These are?"
Adam handed the two other bundles over. "Three types of pre-written contracts, a base start for further negotiations." He watched Danny rapidly scan through them. "The first bundle would be a one time contract, to be negotiated from scratch in the future. The second is a multiyear contract with certain requirements and restrictions, but contractual exclusivity: Only Dock Workers or Guild Workers allowed."
He pulled another copy of the documents from his bag. "The last bundle would be a long term employment contract, one where Dockworkers would have first right of refusal on any jobs required in this distribution region. Guild jobs would have to pass your desk first before others can even bid to win them, although that one has stronger restrictions on the Dockworkers Association as a whole."
He stopped talking, seeing Danny's raised hand... letting the man go through the lawyer mumbo, taking notes. After a few passes over several minutes, Danny hit a buzzer and handed the third set of documents to a thin man who then silently left.
He turned to Adam. "Young man, I am responsible for hundreds of families. I am not just trying to get a good deal or a short-term buck, but to ensure the continued survival of my people in very trying times." He gestured for the second copy of the third batch of contracts, checking for issues. "I need long term solutions."
He began going through the notes. "The pay listed seems unusually generous before negotiation even begins. The work itself does not seem to be something that requires a history of dock work experience. The benefit plans are overly generous, the restriction clauses suspiciously loose, and worst of all I can't see why you decided to work with our Association in this situation in the first place."
Adam held up some fingers. "They pay thing is in compensation for the level of secrecy required for any workers on my billets. That actually covers a number of your issues really, as I believe well paid employees are more loyal employees."
He continued. "Also, Dragon and I are both Canadian, and Canada has strong opinions on healthcare which have not been duplicated in the American Healthcare System." He looked at Danny. "In other words, we want healthy, non-contagious employees working in our shop. Thus the large medical and leave benefits. The desire for our employees to have and raise future employees is why we offer paid birth leave for BOTH parents, and why childcare is provided on site."
Dragon loved the idea of having kids in the house anyway, and having parents downstairs while the kids are taken care of upstairs would prevent all kinds of issues.
Leaning back, Adam was amused to see his deep sigh created a lightly floating ball of blue flame that faded away. "And honestly, your Association is lacking a future with that damn ocean Endbringer out there. And I need some trustworthy people to work in my factory, making sure my machines can make the very profitable computers, game consoles, and virtual reality collars."
He looked directly at Danny. "The biggest reason for me to focus on loyalty and honesty is that my facility is also my home, and I want to ensure my friends and family, little as it is right now, is kept safe."
Danny paused... tapping the table for bit.
With a sign, he stood again, arm out. "I am intrigued and willing to continue negotiations, Variance, assuming we can add language reducing or eliminating external Parahuman involvement where possible."
Adam groaned. "What? Why! I'm a Parahuman, my boss and friends are Parahumans, it doesn't mean we have fleas or something."
Danny chuckled, "My wife had a bit of history with charismatic Parahumans, and we are a bit hesitant to work with someone who can build up an international powerful company in less than a year." Seeing the skeletal expression he grinned. "You and your company are both more than a bit well known online, and my wife works in an education facility that has benefited from one of your charities. So I've heard things. Though... the skeletal thing was unexpected."
Adam grinned, thin blue flames trickling up his skull, around his black fedora. "But it looks cool, right?"
Both walls of muscles behind the man gave a light chuckle as Danny laughed. "I admit, the intimidation went down when I figured out you were going for 'Mysterious Stranger' feeling." His mirth faded. "How long until the facilities are fully operational? The contract made them seem expansive."
Adam groused, sulking a little. "They took FOREVER! Even with my powers it was hours of work. It's ready to go as of 3am this morning though. I just need people who can follow orders, not get hurt, and keep their mouth shut so no Villains try to bomb my house with pie or something."
Seeing their confusion he sighed. "After entering America I was attacked by a man with tractors, my fear of the absurd hasn't gone away."
Danny gave a solemn nod. "Could the tractors turn into smaller robots?"
Adam paused... "No?"
Danny sighed. "So they were not Trans-farmers."
Seeing the meat-muscles chuckle, Adam grinned. "I like you. Lets do some law junk."
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
In the end, the deal was a godsend for the Dockworkers and a convenient way to get workers for Adam. He had drastically underestimated how large his 'production floor' would be, and after some final decisions had decided to focus on ease of non-powered maintenance over space compaction.
So when he got home, it only took a bit for him to remodel the back of his home to have loading/unloading docks (Designed from what he saw when visiting Danny), a separate ramp leading to a separate underground parking garage, a set of offices, and a few other odds and ends.
The Cafeteria, Gym, Workout Room, Pool, Game Room (He knew Leet and Uber would want one, so why waste time?), and the one that drew the most interest when interviewing the random Dock Workers; a safe and secure play area and child care center.
Dragon tried to look innocent, but somehow digital profiles for child care professionals were waiting on him when he got home. Well, it made that part easier.
Over the next four days going back and forth to the docks, Danny loosened up around 'Boss Bone-daddy' (Thank you Narwhal, that won't be embarrassing at all) and ended up mentioning that his wife was looking for local work to avoid the long drives through heavy traffic to her college.
They had a kid they wanted to take better care of and the constant long commute really made their schedule complicated.
And as Adam still had room and need for more 'hands on deck', as it were... Taylor Hebert and Anne Hebert ended up joining the child care center, one as a customer and the other as a care worker.
Danny found it slightly sad that working for this Canadian company offered more financial compensation to his wife than her years of work at her classes, but... well. Anne felt that there was some background stuff keeping the woman from being promoted at her college. Exposed criminal history or sexism, either way the new job had better overall benefits.
So being able to be closer to her husband, bring her child, and not pay/cook for breakfast/lunch/dinner if desired... well, the choice was pretty obvious.
As all the dockworkers got into the new routine and the manufacturing floor began production, dozens of kids were upstairs playing and so forth.
Adam quickly learned to soundproof both the production floor and the child care area, and the cafeteria required hiring more workers as 24 hour food staff...
Basically, Adam started outsourcing local human resource acquirement to Danny and all the legal stuff to Dragon.
As he wasted a whole night hugging a giantess with a three foot horn on a soft couch, he spent another charge enhancing the 'Technomancy' simulation power, as he had done for the last week or so.
Sometimes, he thought as the movie continued, even life in a world dark as this one has good moments.
Oh, he knew Coil was targeting him. But that was an issue for tomorrow, now that his company had local workers and the facility was running.
But tomorrow...
He silently sent his Cybernetic Warfare Software Suite commands from all 789 drones currently cruising high above the city.
Tomorrow he would have a conversation with a certain serpent.
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