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She thinks that you're her boyfriend.

There it is, this is what's making the whole thing work. Not this woo woo sigil shit.

Don't look at it. Evil. Talk to K.

And not a hint of any ritual script or sigils. They give her the creativity to think in this space, but she's the one making it work.

A bird's eye view of an impossible landscape.

The equipment makes a high whining noise as thousands of little particles infiltrate its tender insides.

Different to the rest of the screens, calmer yet with more potential.

He averts his eyes from you and your attempts to converse.

He is very excited to say the word 'legit'.

His voice lowers an octave.

You've asked an open-ended question to a teenager. Try again, laser focus.

He widens his stance, stretching his layers taut like a molting beetle.

His voice breaks as he speaks.

He doesn't know what apathy means.

"I'm sea-riously into you"!

"We're two peas in a pod". Shit, no. Fuck off.

LOVE IS BOURGEOIS.

And what? We can get big headphones. Bigger ones.

Like a pig looking at wind, trying to contemplate the invisible force pushing against it.

He's certain of his skill, as amateurs often are.

Aw, give him something.

You try to picture any of your old assets saying those words -- and come up blank.

Doesn't know much, this one.

You're scaring him.

He keeps glancing left to right -- nervous, cagey. But he seemed to add that last bit out of a sense of moral duty.

That did not look cool at all.

PROUDLY PROLETARIAN.

Impenetrable armour.

We're not crying we're squeezing out fucking heart toxins or some shit. Fuck this guy.

He doesn't know what 'mercurial' means, you nonce.

Finally, some fucking fanfare around here!

SO HE HAS BEEN WORKING FOR THE GOVERNMENT FOR SEVENTEEN YEARS.

Must be. Yana trusted him too.

Stand in awe of the gäng, useless child.

He has no idea what he's been dragged into. That much is clear.

The city reconfigures itself around him, stranger and scarier than it was before.

Your mother's standard load out was also a callomanic.

Her eyes sparkle, delighted. She's inviting you to participate in the ritual humiliation of a third party.

His Brave Face mask slips from the sweat underneath.

As he removes his hand, a single sliver of sweat runs down the outside of the glass.

She is into this. Use it. Flirt, get her drunk.

Relaxed, casual. She assumes you're like her, that you feel the same way.

Like PSEUDOPOD, who seems to have entirely become his.

This woman's reading a solid ZERO on the empath-o-meter.

All the useful things together.

You could attempt this with precisely none of your assets. They're all too big.

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