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 What an adorably outdated communication device.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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[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.