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Post by blooddebt on Aug 31, 2005 2:52:14 GMT -5
((OOC: Hello, Nii-clone. Let us commence with your manipulative bunny streak.))
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The chrome doors hissed open, and Omen looked up to see the newcomer. Visually enhanced sight zoomed in, and she identified the person as Alec Hendin (she ignored the rolling statistics announcing his age, rank and public history). She craned her neck, waving and jumping to attract the scientist's attention - acting as if she hadn't seen him for ages.
"Hendin-san! Hendin-san!" She used an old form of address taught to her by the man; a special nickname between them. Omen had been training for three straight days, and the only contact she had been allowed was that of robots and pre-recorded lecturers. Dr. Hendin was her favorite scientist - she had known him all her life, and he was practically the only person who talked to her of things outside of her aims and potential.
You are to eliminate psychics. This is for the good of all. Psychics are a danger to society. They are not human.
Omen shook her head, ridding herself of the last traces of her session, and continued to attract Alec's attention. Truth be told, she had a little teenage infatuation for him, but that was of no consequence - she didn't know what it was.
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