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"A... sexbot?" Waltz could see where they were coming from with the first guess: unshackled AI, heavily modified moral coding,... The list of names recovered from his memory only further supported this particular theory. He had suspected something along that line before, but never thought it...

"WALTZ" Even after what he had just witnessed, Waltz could not simply turn his back on a patient - figuratively speaking, of course, as physically, he already had. This, he would put down as a residue of his original programming, for he certainly was not doing it because he wanted to. He stopped...

"Waltz" "I'm afraid not" He replied tentatively. It would seem whoever had wiped his memory did not do a very clean job. The list of names was curious, to day the least - another remnant of the past he didn't remember - one that might catch up to him one day, as mysterious pasts often had a...

"Waltz" No upstanding citizen had need of a rifle caliber that size or that heavily-modified. Whoever was the owner, they probably meant trouble. Of course, that wasn't his job. The aftermath was his job. Waltz nodded, turning for the door and stepping inside the familiar room. Cold, metallic...

OUT FOR MAINTENANCE. BE BACK SOON. IN CASE OF EMERGENCIES, JUST WAIT. The cardboard sign was hand painted, suspended by a rope swinging from the outer airlock door. The way Waltz saw it, most humans were far too impatient, entitled and prone to panic. The majority of "emergencies" often turned...

"WALTZ" "If you don't stop moving, I'm letting you bleed to death" It was times like these that Waltz wished he had the ability to scowl. He had never understood why all his patients always seem to go out of their way to make his job harder, what with all their wincing and constant squirming...

As the Queen continued, Osric's eyes never left the rest of the table, scanning the room as she called out their names. The tactician he could deal with and frankly, almost admired. He had never liked Xander - the man's smug, judging demeanor had always rubbed Osric the wrong way. The...

Osric sat at the hearth with a book. His own shadows danced behind him on the walls of his modest room. It was in a travelers' inn that he had taken up residence, a place for gossip and news and rumours where the guests never stayed long enough to remember his face, and where the innkeeper never...

Ian's eyes went wide for the briefest of moments. Lacey's offer had caught him off-guard. Yes, he did mind, but he couldn't say it. He wasn't adverse to her company in particular, but company in general had always made him nervous. Plus, his recent discovery and the aching suspicion that she was...

Ian Bohmer was more or less a collection of nervous habits in the form of a human being. He kept his head down, as usual, and drew his coat and collar in closer, fidgeting with the hems of his shirt and tie as he walked. Alcohol abuse wasn't his style - Ian had always considered himself more of...

Ian Bohmer leaned back in his regular chair in their makeshift mess hall. He had always preferred the quiet of the ship in dock instead of the noise and bustle down there, among the crowds. Shore leave on Station 12. He would be lying if he said he wasn't sick and tired of it. There was never...