[right][color=tomato]Kefira O'Connor[/color]
[color=gray]PDC HQ[/color][/right]

[color=silver] [color=tomato]”Yea, I guess it would be a little boring to just- hey what the-?!”[/color]

Being dropped onto the surface of mars but not really was a trip that Kefira would have appreciated to have been notified about before hand. This was probably something else she should have questioned the good doctor about, but who would have even predicted jumping into an AIDA’s mind was on the list of things to do today?

[color=tomato]”Yea, I can hear you Peter. Just wait for my eyes to focus!”[/color] She spoke quickly, like a frightened person might. This type of technology was so far beyond Kefira’s experience and understanding that it was impossible to keep pretending that everything was cool. This wasn’t cool. Even with her acting skills, she couldn’t pretend this was cool. If she broke down like this during her time in the skull candy gang, M & M would tell her “you’re suppose to melt in our mouth, not in our hands!” before hitting her with a baseball bat probably.

[color=tomato]”Commands? Like self destruct or action overrides? Something to back up his memories?”[/color] Kefira walked closer to the boxes. [color=tomato]”Is he even going to let us? He’s like, right here.”[/color] And he’s not dressed like a cowboy. Disappointing, [color=tomato]”And these are all commands? It looks like the three boxes in the lower right are occupied already. Seems to be some kind of code is written here…”[/color] She looked between the boxes and Adam. [color=tomato]”So this is your head? You must know what's inside here then, right?”[/color]

This was just too strange. Why couldn't it have just been a quick painless surgery?
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