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Prince Mint Tart
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"First, where is Central. If this chatterbox you put in my head is anything to go by, you didn't tell it anything but to get me out alive."
"Shit. Battery must have cut out before I could say everything. Central's the largest cell of our little movement, The Knights of Liberty, the KoL for short. Corny name, I know. It wasn't my call, that's for damn sure. It's in the subway system between The CDM was supposed to guide you there to tell the PC Command Group that Ramone isn't here."
"The CDM? Is that the thing you put in me? What the hell is this thing, and why won't it shut up?"
"Ah, the Collective Decision Module, a gift to all fresh meat for the KoL. It makes you think more outside the box, and it links up to other modules if you get permission. It's annoying at first, but you get used to it."
"That's nice. How do I get rid of it?"
"You don't, not without help from PC Repair and Medical Group, anyways. It sorta bonds to your Neural Network. Doesn't really help that your installation is a kinda hack-job. The one you have is mine. Had to tear the thing out of it's port and solder it into yours."
"So you not only installed malicious hardware in me, but you did it wrong!?"
"Yep."
"And to get rid of it, I need to go to this 'Central', right?"
"If you really hate it that much, yeah."
"You're coming with me. You did this, you're helping me fix it. My charger Aug is modded. Once, I plug you back in, you're going to give me a boost so I can drain the light socket outside, and get us both a good charge."
"Sure. Let's do that."
"One last thing: nanite-infested earth? Nanites crazy-expensive to make. How the hell could the entire planet be infested with them? Is that some expression you came up with? Is this some elaborate mindgame someone's playing with me? What the hell is going on?!"
"Double shit. You're a Sleeper. Look, could you plug my limbs in and put my chestplate back before I say anything else? I'd rather be on my feet when I break the news to you, that way I'll be able to carry you when you turn into a blubbering, limp mess."
Well that's... unnerving.
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