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Its 'eyes' find yours, even through the haze of crimson.

He sees it. He sees the great unfairness afflicting you.

The question is: Can you live with your own?

Behind the abstractions, an unopened envelope rests on a countertop, the words 'FINAL NOTICE' stamped across its front.

He really does feel for you.

This man's punishment may be of his own making.

A light crackle teases you. The man from Foto 24?

An implicit accusation there.

His tone: one step short of accusatory.

Just address them.

In the silence after she speaks, you sense, rather than hear, something on the line. A presence. Someone is listening in.

'Yes', she means.

Her, you, and the breathing mannequin.

Younger than your mother, but in her mind, she's an old woman.

She likes remembering him this way, in her shop, pretending to discreetly examine her list of services.

She recognises no neighbours -- only potential threats.

A long time for a rumour to linger.

She doesn't trust you. Yet.

The facility's nickname is new to her. A delicious tidbit to hide away for later.

Relieved at the prospect of not having to spackle any tack-holes once you're gone.

There's no such policy. She knows taking your money would make her complicit in the act.

One hundred photographs. A family of strangers.

And yet, the thought of scandalising her dead parents thrills this woman to the bone.

Trying her best to be helpful.

She's dying inside. She felt a great deal of affection for your double.

The attitude that has carried her through her entire life, through whatever hardship.

Hunch correct. Snooping vindicated.

A crackle of recognition behind his eyes as they meet yours.

The man has nowhere else to go. There is no one better for the assignment.

A deeply off-putting answer, she thinks.

A pleasing symmetry. She likes that very much.

A pleasing symmetry. She likes that very much.

... she should call off the assignment.

'Don't do it. If you do, I won't recognise you anymore.'

'Don't do it,' her voice says. 'If you do, I won't recognise you anymore.'

Spoken from experience.

Dripping skepticism.

Memetic contagion. A massive risk to any modern organisation.

A liquid supper.

She pronounces the word like a caress.

Unmistakable regret in her tone.

She's thinking of her friends, whom she doesn't actually spend that much time with.

The magic box may be monitored. Perhaps your controller's being recorded for training and political reliability purposes.

Don't let her down -- become the operant she needs you to be.

She's wondering how long till she can have a drink. Treacly liqueur from a can. It's been several hours since her last.

The cleaner's face obscured from clients who'd rather not have to acknowledge the humanity of their janitorial staff.

Nothing to do with M.I.H.O. If it came to it, he would've taken ten more bullets on his way to you.

Fun hating, authoritarian, universally loathed. Even if you didn't know her address was under Kavanaugh, you would recognize Eszti from a mile away.

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