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Sure enough, just as busy as the group was talking. The chef was busy preparing a medley of food for the group. Schnitzels, Bockwurst, Hamburg Steak, and a bunch of other stuff the group ordered. The food came quickly afterwards, the group, pleasantly surprised by a mixture of food and drinks, are now starting to eat, and eat well. [color=bbbbbb]"Wow, you're all [i]really[/i] hungry aren't you?"[/color] Amanda asked, seemingly surprised by the eagerness some of her agents are chowing down the food. [color=bbbbbb]"I do get descriptions of how food tastes and feels like when ingested, but I never understand the strong attraction humans had towards food. I mean, eating nutrients can't be [i]that[/i] good can it?"[/color]

She eyes the Bockwurst being eaten by Faye. [color=bbbbbb]"Can you describe it Faye?"[/color] She asked. [color=bbbbbb]"How it feels to have that in your mouth and all... Sorry, sorry. I know I'm being weird, but I just can't... get away from the fact of it. It can't be [i]that[/i] good can it?"[/color] Amanda's mind is just having trouble computing all of those potential sensations. She knows that the OMR is researching on artificial tastebuds and a working digestive system for Androids. And she really fears that should they pull it off, and they put her with those augmentations... Her mind will literally melt with all the potentially good sensations assaulting her mind. [color=bbbbbb]"You know, if there's an augmentation that allows me to eat food. I'm kinda feeling on not taking it. I fear my mind's gonna melt form all those good sensations or something."[/color]

The sudden question from Morgana about agents though, suddenly piqued her interest. Amanda was silently thanking the researcher for posing that question, since the food stuff is bothering her mind too much at this point. [color=bbbbbb]"Uhh, sure Morgana. Just let me clear my mind first, then I'll answer."[/color]

She has to be in a good frame of mind to answer her question for this one, since it'll get pretty messy if she explains it with her messy brain right now.

[color=bbbbbb]"Huuuuuhhhh. Alright, so there's this thingy we have in our Philly office, yeah the HQ. Called the 'Agent Potential Calculator'. Don't worry it's not some magical contraption that does mind control or that stuff. Just some super advanced algorithms inside a computer we Androids helped build at the request of the Director herself, it is meant to assess the potential future of agents based on reviewing their abilities, accomplishments, and history within the OMR. The machine changes all the time really, sometimes even radically changing the 'potential' of an agent should he/she accomplishes some radical mission or experiences some crazy stuff. But nonetheless, I'm getting sidetracked here."[/color]

[color=bbbbbb]"I chose all of you here because that Agent Potential Calculator calculated that you'll be a perfect match for this mission, basing on all your abilities, magical skills, academic history, and status within the OMR. The calculator picked all of you for this particular mission, and honestly. Considering the potential all you agents have, and the abilities you've shown in that small firefight that afternoon. I think I've made the right call to heed the Calculator's calculations."[/color]

[color=bbbbbb]"Anyway. Micheal, what did you order?"[/color] Amanda asked, trying to shift the topic back again to food.