This one is from "Infiltration", kind of a sci-fi thing. I definitely had the most fun writing this one.
Harpé
felt herself separate from the transport chip. It was exhilarating. She was
free to roam, free to explore. Binary information began to bombard her the
moment of severance, and she absorbed it instantly, reveling as her knowledge
expanded. The stream of raw information slowed and she began to sort and
process it while appropriating controls to the systems Dante had outlined
before the mission commenced.
Security and
surveillance systems: bugged – affirmative.
Motion and thermal sensors: bugged
– affirmative.
Life support: affirmative.
Chemical balance control systems:
affirmative.
Temperature controls.
Harpé
paused. That wasn’t on the list, but she knew Dante didn’t like to leave a job
smelling sweaty, so she grudgingly appropriated it.
Temperature controls: unnecessary .
. . but affirmative.
Harpé
allowed herself a mental chuckle, but sobered quickly. This is too –
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