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Oh. He knew about the calendar. Whoops. In her defense, fans are a bunch of horny little shits. That’s something she should... probably apologize for later?

But right now, she’s got her feet up on the table, a jar full of neutralized nanobots in her lap, and a phone pointed at Victor so that this happy memory never gets forgotten. Like, she’s not streaming it, she’s not that mean, but Victor’s getting a replay as soon as he breaks out of it.

“Hey, but at least you’re watching, bitch. That said... too bad you’re too much of a hippie to take charge when you’re not high on capitalism gas! That’d be a nice solution to a lot of problems.”

Having Euna’s back, that’s the most important thing. But it has to be said... it’d be nice to know what comes next. She’s walking forward in the dark, and the only warning she’ll get is Euna falling with her if it turns out there’s something wrong with the floor. Installing Victor in charge of AEGIS, at least that would be a plan. But as soon as the gas wore off, he’d dissolve it and fire everybody after signing them up for his anarchist newsletter.

She drums her fingers on top of the jar and feels the nanobots drunkenly hop inside.

“Speaking of the calendar,” she drawls, “we could get started on the next one right now. Want me to shut him up, Eunicorn?”

She waggles one foot in his face with the shit-eating grin of a sister who has her nerdy dweeb of an adoptive brother at her mercy, and zooms in the camera on his reaction.