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[It's late afternoon, and the ship's gardens come into view as the video feed starts, a massive topiary tree standing innocently in the background just waiting to be shaped into a work of art. The camera focuses on what appears to be a drone hovering in midair, the words BIRCH PLEASE 2.0 written on the side, identifying the flying object.]
I'm bored.
[Root sighs in an exaggerated manner. The drone flies up to the tree and begins its work of shaping the topiary, but no blades are involved: it's using various targeted laser beams, carefully programmed by the (usually perky) hacker hiding behind the camera.]
Don't get me wrong, it's not my first time being a gardener, and I do enjoy using laser tools and having a legitimate excuse for bad pick-up lines, [she explains, keeping the camera pointed at the beautiful and deadly ballet of various lasers shaping branches and leaves.] But it's just not the same as hacking, you know?
[The drone retreats after it finishes its task: shaping the topiary into an exact replica of the ISC Eluvio. As exact as topiary can ever be, that is.]
So I thought I might as well turn my boredom into something productive. Tell me, space friends, is there an app or program you'd just love to have? Maybe you want an upgraded fitbit that is perfectly adapted to all of your outer space needs, maybe you want to spend your day looking at cat videos, or maybe you just really like puzzles... the possibilities are endless. Just like the vast expanse of space that surrounds us.
Whatever you're thinking of, I can code it for you! [She sounds downright cheerful and friendly now.] For a small fee, of course. Iām a nice girl but I'm not that nice.
I'm bored.
[Root sighs in an exaggerated manner. The drone flies up to the tree and begins its work of shaping the topiary, but no blades are involved: it's using various targeted laser beams, carefully programmed by the (usually perky) hacker hiding behind the camera.]
Don't get me wrong, it's not my first time being a gardener, and I do enjoy using laser tools and having a legitimate excuse for bad pick-up lines, [she explains, keeping the camera pointed at the beautiful and deadly ballet of various lasers shaping branches and leaves.] But it's just not the same as hacking, you know?
[The drone retreats after it finishes its task: shaping the topiary into an exact replica of the ISC Eluvio. As exact as topiary can ever be, that is.]
So I thought I might as well turn my boredom into something productive. Tell me, space friends, is there an app or program you'd just love to have? Maybe you want an upgraded fitbit that is perfectly adapted to all of your outer space needs, maybe you want to spend your day looking at cat videos, or maybe you just really like puzzles... the possibilities are endless. Just like the vast expanse of space that surrounds us.
Whatever you're thinking of, I can code it for you! [She sounds downright cheerful and friendly now.] For a small fee, of course. Iām a nice girl but I'm not that nice.
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[Root sounds downright cheerful as she answers. She already did that to keep track of Shaw and Bear as soon as they arrived here, but Yuuri doesn't need to know that.]
Is your stalking one-sided, or would you like to include a private communication channel for you and the person you're keeping track of?
[Yeah, she already did that for Shaw, too.]
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If it's possible, I was thinking the app could be adjusted to link several communicators at once. Um, and people could be added or taken out of the tracking list, or the feature could be turned off when it's not needed. It's...for the missions.
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[There's an amused huff of breath when he mentions he's doing it for the missions. Root heard that excuse many times before, said by her favorite girl in the whole world whenever she needed to show Root that nope, she didn't care about her at all. Because a girl rides a bicycle from New York City to New Jersey to save another girl just because she's worried about the mission, nothing else--
Oops, she's getting a little lost in thought.]
The missions, huh? It's good to see such a strong sense of duty. But yes, that is indeed possible. Do you want to include earpieces in your space espionage app package?
[Might as well go all out, right?]
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Um, wait...espionage? [Yuuri's starting to wonder if he missed something here.]
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Ah yes, the famous Oros missions, [she's still a little salty that she didn't get to go, can you tell?] I've run a few missions myself. Why would you sign up for something you weren't prepared?
[She rolls her eyes. It's a pity he can't see it.]
That was a joke, silly.
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Oh. [Now he just gives a soft, sheepish laugh.] Um, no, just the app will be fine, I think. I could always find you later if I changed my mind, right?
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[Probably a lack of gunfire, she thinks. Things always go wrong when you don't have enough gunfire or explosives.]
Of course. Now, normally I would ask about your preferred method of payment, but because you're such a nice guy I think I might do this for free. You'd have to owe me one, though...
[She did mention a fee, after all. For what it's worth, she sounds downright innocent and charming while saying all of this; she's counting on Yuuri being too nice to realize that having someone owe you a favor is a far better deal than being paid in pocket change.]
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Really? [Like
a suckerthe naive person he is, Yuuri falls for it.] Um, that's nice of you to offer. Are you sure about that?no subject
That doesn't sound too bad, but I suppose it would look scary to someone with no preparation for that sort of thing.
[Just as planned. One (1) favor acquired and saved for future use.]
Absolutely! I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise.
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[And here Yuuri's just thinking she's being nice.]
Well, if you're sure. Thanks. I'm Yuuri, by the way.
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[Root doesn't know whose bright idea it was to send out civilians on a scouting mission without giving them proper training beforehand, but hopefully they all learned their lesson.]
It's nice to meet you, Yuuri. Call me Root.
[She's actually being quite nice, for someone who usually doesn't give a damn about pleasantries or playing nice with others. And to think she used to be a morally bankrupt misanthrope only a few years ago...]
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Nice to meet you, Root. I'm...guessing that you'll let me know when you want that favor returned?
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[From explosives to high caliber guns to pulling a MacGyver and fashioning a bomb out of household materials... you name it, she can pull it off.]
You guessed correctly! Don't worry, I'm not planning on snagging that favor anytime soon.
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But I-I'll think about it. Thank you.
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[She speaks about it as casually as if she's going through ingredients on a recipe, instead of, you know, actual weapons.]
You're welcome! Take your time.