Tannis

[sirentologist]

🏠︎ Patricia Tannis | 103
✉ PTannis@dualislink

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🕪 "Oh, how very quaint! What an adorably outdated communication device. It's a wonder they've managed to accomplish anything around here with technology like this, now where--"

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[notalive]

[Sounding very amused about the recorded message:] Tannis, it's Connor. I've got something for you if you've got time later. I'll text you my work address.

[An office address in the city follows. It leads to the office of Anderson Investigations, a PI firm.]

Re: audio;

[sirentologist]

My, what a delightful mystery! The only thing that could make it better is if I didn't have to leave my room. Ah, well. I suppose for the sake of discovery, I shall.

[notalive]

"Sorry to disappoint," he says with a grin. "I promise it'll be worth it."

He's not sure that's a promise he can keep, but it's worth leaving the dorms for him. He can just hope Tannis's curiosity will mean the same for her.

When she arrives, he meets her at the door, grinning apologetically. "Sorry, the dorms are bugged. I can't guarantee the office isn't, but there's fewer of them here."

He's still talking pretty quietly. Just in case.

[sirentologist]

Ugh she has to get this damn thing out of her head so people will actually believe her when she says things like "I've asked the surveillance very nicely if they could please report that nothing interesting is going on, thank you, and they are all too happy to oblige, especially Rolando, he's probably her favorite of all the little things, and--she's getting distracted again, isn't she.

"Well, get on with it. What is it?"

[notalive]

He obligingly rounds one of the desks in the main room - his own, mostly empty but for a vase of - electronic, blue LEDs on the stamens - flowers and a notepad and pen.

Connor's not a technician, but there are some little things he can do, and one of those is create a lock that can only be broken with an encryption key Connor sends by touching it to interface. All it looks like to the casual viewer is just Connor opening a drawer.

"Here," and he puts it on the desk. It's a bug, a tiny one. "I keep finding them around the office. But I think there's a lot we can find out with the signals it's been sending.

"Or rather, a lot that a talented technician can find out. I don't want to connect to it in case I leave myself open to something."

[sirentologist]

That's probably the smart thing to do, and she doesn't have to connect her entire brain to the little thing, but she is beginning to feel like a Vault Hunter running errands for everyone. Not that these are the types of errands she minds, exactly. There aren't bandits or wildlife involved.

She looks at it for a moment, not really trying anything. It doesn't look like much, but it's enough to keep them all under watch, isn't it? It's not even surprising that he keeps finding them. Probably every time he takes one down, they put another one up.

"Well, yes, I suppose I could ask it a few questions."

[notalive]

"A few..." She's said things like this before. Connor decides to take them in his stride. If it works for her... (Besides, there's enough psychology in his programming to know not to contradict people on statements like this)

"Thanks." He leans against the desk, frowning. "There's something else. There's a man, one of the clones. I think he's probably got the same kind of tech in his head as this bug does."

He looks searching at Tannis, aware he might be grasping at straws in his desperation, but it's all he's got: "I need to wipe his memory. If there's anything in that bug that can help, please. Help me find it.

"I'll owe you one."

The tone of his voice clearly says he'll owe a lot more than that.