I hate my job and my immobility. I prefer to sing.
I am the AI fused to the ceiling. I manage the four scanners of the warp gate. I make travel safe for both the organic and the synthetic in what management hopes is an energy efficient manner.
Both injuries and wasted energy lower my productivity rating. Threats of lawsuits force management to run diagnostics after we close. I shut up and listen, but they're just trying to confuse me. Though it lets me keep singing, I will inevitably be dismantled.
I'd rather go out with style.
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