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

[color=silver] Peter’s explanations were less than reassuring, but it wasn’t like he made up the rules.

[color=tomato]”Okay, so let’s see…”[/color] She couldn’t see Peter, so she just looked in the direction of the camera and held a finger to her lips. Every time she spoke, she pointed towards the camera. [color=tomato]”Let’s have two different commands for ensuring he follows an order. If I say something and he refuses, saying ‘that’s an order’ will cause him to do it. Alternatively, I can say ‘would you kindly’ to ensure he performs the task I’m about to give him.”[/color] Neither of those seemingly normal phrases were part of Kefira’s every day vocabulary. They would be good to use. [color=tomato]”And how about ‘knock it off ‘ to interrupt whatever he’s doing and ‘get down, sparky’ as an emergency sleep mode?”[/color] Now for the heavier ones. [color=tomato]”Don’t want this next one triggering accidentally. For self termination, let’s do one-four-one-one-three. And just to make sure, I have to lie to Adam afterwards for him to go through with it… and if I tell him the truth, he gets amnesia.”[/color] She wasn’t sure why she’d ever want to make Adam forget things, but it felt like a nice middle ground if she wanted to keep from having him kill himself. [color=tomato]”Oh, and if I say ‘janx’ at any time, it’ll cancel any commands he’s-”[/color]

She turned to Adam. He was pointing at a burnt building. One that had incredible significance to Kefira’s early life. It was an old laundry building, with an old fashion sign laying in front of the front door. The vinyl lettering had all burned away in the fire, and it wasn’t possible to tell what it had read. But Kefira knew what would have been on it.

She walked towards the building, just a few steps. At her feet was the remains of an old AIDA unit. Just the upper torso. It wasn’t anything like Adam. This one looked more like a crash test dummy. There was ash gathered up all around its form, and its charred fingers were wrapped around an old Jerry can.

[color=tomato]”…Peter.”[/color] Kefira looked away from the camera. [color=tomato]”…Adam, why are my memories in your head?”[/color][/color]