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On the left-hand side was a wall with a single door. The wall was plastered with electronic scratch boards. Across them were drawn mathematical equations, bits of computer code, diagrams, and sketches of equipment. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but Xris could have sworn he recognized the neat, precise handwriting. He looked again at the door.
It was shut. But another computerized sign on the wall beside it flashed: CCA-2. Xris heard Wiedermann's reedy voice echo in his mind. Her job description reads: CCA-2. Clerical work, maybe. We have no idea what CCA stands for, but a level 2 employee ...
"I'm from Olicien Pest Control," Xris began. The words came out a croak and he was forced to stop to cough, clear his throat. "It looks as if you've found our malfunctioning 'bot."
"Is that what it is?" The man, stating at the ceiling, shook his head. "I never would have guessed."
"Who would? One of those damn bug-'bots," said the woman, from her position next to the comm. "And you said it was the toilets backing up."
"So? What do I know?" The man glared at Xris. "You gonna fix it or what?"
The woman remained standing next to the comm. Xris discovered that his metal hand had clenched into a fist. He made a conscious effort to relax. He had to get rid of these two and the tech.
Dalin Rowan was in that office. Xris knew it as surely as he knew he was trapped inside his damn metal body
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