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[deardirect0r]

Leave a message... likely you'll be ignored, but valiant effort on your part.

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[ghostthatlingers]

[She snorts.]

If you're not trying to pull the same crap you did before or helping the people here do that, then it shouldn't be a problem. I've already taken a damn punch for you, so you better make it worth it.

[deardirect0r]

I doubt the others will feel the same way. Bifrons will expect a functional AI lab, I can only delay that for so long.

[But then, who knows how long they'll be here for? He might be able to delay a few months, a year... eventually they will have a smart AI. And if he doesn't create it, then he can't make sure he has the fail-safe commands.]

[ghostthatlingers]

Is that the project of their new Callsign?

[She has little experience with the Callsigns as of yet and this new one responsible for AI research, Charlie, is on her radar now.]

[deardirect0r]

Dr.Suh, she's been assigned to oversee my work and help me with the set up.
[He's still trying to figure out if he likes her but doesn't trust her or if he just flat out doesn't trust her. It's been a long time since he had someone he could talk science with that wasn't the Counselor.]

[ghostthatlingers]

[She nods slowly. That at least gives her a real name to attach to the code.]

Where are you staying now?

[deardirect0r]

I have a temporary arrangement, until they can find me new quarters.

[Oh hey, he has coffee. Time to take a sip.]

[ghostthatlingers]

[Evasiveness is not going to save him now. She keeps her eyes locked on him in an attempt to stare him down.]

I can't help you if I don't know where you are.

[deardirect0r]

I realize that. [Another sip. Such good coffee isn't it?] I'll let you know when I do.

[With any luck he'll be in his own place later tonight.]

[ghostthatlingers]

Do they have you sleeping on a park bench or something?

[She never was one to drop topics easily. They must have him somewhere, he doesn't have any of his belongings with him right now and she doubts he left them at home.]

[deardirect0r]

I won't know for certain where I'm staying until later tonight. With any luck I'll have my own place in a few more hours.

And when I do, I will let you know.

[Because he can be every bit as stubborn as she can.]

[ghostthatlingers]

[That attitude might have deterred others in the Project when dealing with him, but she's far used to it to be put off.]

Let me know first thing you find out. There's still room for you at the house, too, once things settle down.

[deardirect0r]

I doubt that I'd be welcome... but thank you for the offer and I'll let you know when I have my living arrangements sorted out. [picking idly at the salad as he talks.]

[ghostthatlingers]

Church can learn to deal with it. It's not like he saw you at all when you were there.

[deardirect0r]

[He continues to pick at the salad until he finds a piece of chicken that doesn't seem too offensive. At least this way he can perhaps avoid being nagged about his eating habits as well as his living arrangements.]

[ghostthatlingers]

[He came to the wrong dinner party if that's what he wanted. She's eating slowly, but at least she's eating and she's eying him with some annoyance.]

Are you going to remember to eat at this new place of yours? Besides those crappy bars and granola or whatever you had in the cabinets.

[deardirect0r]

Are you going to track me down so you can inspect my pantry? [Those were nutritionally complete, if not particularly palatable. He doesn't have time to cook fancy meals. lies]

[ghostthatlingers]

I might unless you plan on actually cooking for yourself. You don't need to eat crap all the time. [She's well aware that he ate the leftovers in the fridge, so why he's fighting it, she doesn't know.]

[deardirect0r]

[He ate them... cold, but he ate them. It's not the food or even the cooking, he'd done plenty of that while Carolina was younger, it was... hard to explain. He just wasn't hungry most of the time and when he was, he just didn't want to be bothered.]

You needn't concern yourself. [He takes another bite of salad. See, he's eating god damn 'real food' so stop nagging him about it.]

[ghostthatlingers]

You know that's not going to stop me. [She's keeping an eye on him while she eats. At least half a salad can't be that hard to eat.]

[deardirect0r]

[He frowns thoughtfully and continues to eat.]

How do you plan on dealing with York and the others?

[ghostthatlingers]

[And now it is her turn to be evasive.]

I'll figure it out. It's not your problem.

[deardirect0r]

Perhaps, but I am involved none the less. [He looks at her over the rim of his glasses. If you think he'll go any easier on this than you on his eating habits...]

[ghostthatlingers]

Good for you. [She's stubborn and matches the look he's giving her for a moment before continuing.] I'm going to talk to York tomorrow, after he's had a chance to cool off.

[deardirect0r]

Preferably in a manner that precludes the chance for physical assault.

[ghostthatlingers]

[Her eyes narrow.]

He won't get that chance again. I'm going to send him a message, not show up on his doorstep unannounced.