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>Hao, you need to take a break, inhaling is a biological necessity!
[-AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa]
"What-"[Who said that?]
>We promise we'll get out, and you're not going crazy.
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>We're just an AI bouncing off the comm gear.
[-aaaaaaaa... are...are they gone?]
[...Aeris. Turn off your assistants.]
[What? Um, okay, sure. D̤̭̳̳̥͎͚̏ͨͬ͑̄ȯ̶̮̩͓̼͓ͤ̅̍ͫ̒ͅn͇͓̟̝̹̻͐̏̅͆̈̑e͖̜̍̓̓̀.̜̱̙̥̙̖̠̐͐ͯͫ̿ ]
>A̸͙̙̱̝ç͈͈͔̲͊̃̆̅ṱ̞̊ͯ͗̏ͣ̇u͛̔̿҉ä̆l̜̄̉̈́̈́̚l͖̜̦͖͚̦̦yͬ͆̉ͧ͒̾̄,̳̎͊̏ͬ̈́̅͢ ̖̭͇͌̄̑w͖̹͞a͏͍̳̝̝i̞͙͓̾̈̋̔̍̚ṱ̸͉̰̮ͯ,̢͇̥͚̙̗ͧ̋̒́̿͊ ̺̳̫̫̮̘ͦ̆̕i̫̦̲̹̦̟ͨͧͩͦ͆̚m͔̞ͧ͛̽̐ͧͮp̩̿́l̵̝̪̦̮͕̓̑̓̀a̫͕̻̮̪͉ͮ͊̂͗̈́̓͂͢n̚t̷ͧ͆͗ͨͬ̂s̬̲͓̯̹̖͋̌ͤͯ̐ͅ ̛̮̤̟͕͈͋̃͆̐ȧ͙̺͕ͤr̙̰̤̝̹̘̍̃͝e̜̩̖͔͔̗̠̊̎͑̉͜ ̝ͩͧ͑y̘͇̺ͤ̔ͣ͂͒o̠̜͎̘̽͋͆ͨͯ͜u͇͟r̠͕̙ͧͨͥͪ ̢̭̱̻͇á̐͋̾̅r͕̆͊e͎͓a͕ͭ̊,̀ͭͥ͛̉ͧͮ ̯̪͓͙̖̄̏̂ͥͦ̾̑a͉̟̯̬ͯ͞r͐̀҉ḙ̸̩̲̳ͭñ̢͈̯̺̦̘̔̐̀̚'̙͔̞̦̫̲̻t̵͍͍̻̝̱̪͎ͭͧ̃͛̍ͤ̍ ̗̞͔̟̻̭̫ͨ̊̔ͩ͊̿͋t̥̱̖͎̙͕͋̈̐ͧͬ̆̒h̖̳͡ḙ̥̬͈͉̝̲̾ÿ̓̋?̮͒̀̌͗
[Nȩ̬v̷͓̟̠̯͓̙ͩ́̆e͎̱͍̙̣̭̖͑͂̊͛͑ͩͬr͐̿ͦͩ̃ͬͤ͏ ͓ͭͩ̽ͭ͒́̇m̷͕̬͎ͪ͐ỉ͈̰͖͎̄͐n̞͎̮͙̫̺̣͢d͕̯̱̙̓ͣ̉.ͦ̾͘ ̨̗̺̻̊̓͒͒͐ͧ ́T̡͊u̪̥̦̙̦͈͆̀̾̎̊͒̔ř̥͙̘̂̈̈ṋ̫̗̖̫͂̒ ̳͔̫̲̬͎́͛ͅt̙̠͎̮͊͆h̺̳ͪͮ̅e̩̙̼̐̄̆̅̈́ͭͅm̦̫̺͎̲̗̀̋ ͚ͩͬ́͂b̨̮̖̟̖̖͍͒ͅa̹̰̲̘̥c̹̼͉̱̓͒̓̾k̡̫͕͕̞͍̜ͭͮ̽͒̈ ͑͋̀̊̎̾̀҉̻͚͍̜̜ǒ̗̟̓̋͋n͕̱̠.̥̰̦ͣ͐̔̐̚͢]
[Ü̪̺͉̠͓̑ͮ̀m̺̗͇̑̏̑ͨ̽ͮ,̈́́̈́͒͆̚̕ ̶̻̰̫̰͌̆̆̓̀͐̀ͅȍ̠͖̤̙̙͔̮͌͛̆̑k̬̠͚ͫͯ͊͗a͕ͥ̍ͣỹ̩͚̻̭̹͝ͅ.̤̠̞̤͇̼̟̓.͇͙̮̰͙̙̮̂͒.͕̟͈͉̈́ͪͬ̀ What was that about?]
[Hao, by "they" you meant Aeris's assistants, correct?]
...
[yes.]
>If you really want us out, figure out why we're here when we shouldn't be.
"Yes, that is a good question, isn't it?"
Who would...
[Hao, when you get a chance, have Jenkins take a look at Aeris's mods.]
[y-yes sir.]
>Hao stop, we're the AI in Aeris's head!
"And now you're in my head, too."
[Major, if I may ask, sir, what brought on the concern about my assistants?]
[They're becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Scared the living daylights out of Hao, and now they're in my head. Be nice to at least know how.]
[to... to be fair, I w-]
[Understood, sir. I'll get my head looked at as soon as possible. ...It's weird, they've never done anything like this before....]
...Nah, no point now, but a radio class for the civvies... but when will the time...
>We can, for some reason, connect to the entire team wirelessly. Also, uncontrollably.
...and cue rain.
>Huh, that's interesting. We very briefly saw a satellite.
"What? Where, how? What did it look like?"
>Hao, do you know if there are any satellites in orbit of this planet?
"Why would she..." [Hao, ignore that question, I'll call it in.]
[...what question?]
[Ender-Comms, this is Steelarm, connect me to Speaker-MisCon.]
[Right away, sir.]
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[Steelarm, this is Speaker-MisCon, come in.]
[Hey Jimmy, you guys found any artificial satellites around the planet?]
[Negative, Gowan, only things in orbit are us and that gorgeous moon.]
[Thanks, Jim, Steelarm out.]
"Well, they said no satellites here. Well, no artificial ones anyway,I assume that's what you meant."
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