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theres a place here. the LunaBelle. fancy eatin place kinda far in
they gotta load of droids here that dont WANNA be here, got it? i wanna help em leave. but one against a bunch aint really good odds for anybody
got some shit i can trade if you got the manpower to clear this mess out
they gotta load of droids here that dont WANNA be here, got it? i wanna help em leave. but one against a bunch aint really good odds for anybody
got some shit i can trade if you got the manpower to clear this mess out
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It's an automated prompt. I was designed with specific guidelines for interactions.
[Specific. Can you hear the euphemism? Either way, he'd rather not be stuck spouting more of them, so. Moving on.]
Believe me, I don't have any problems with what you're doing. It's just, different.
...and AI get paid where you're from?
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[Automation sounds like the robots she was trying to free. It deepens the frown on her face.]
Why's everyone sayin' stuff like that? Ya'll sound like there was nobody ever tryin' to do anything right where you're from. Ain't different to be tryin'.
[She snorts.] The porno droids do. Credits for a service, ya know. Betcha BLI takes most of it when they get back in the City, but still gotta pay 'em.
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[And well. That makes a lot more sense. Okay, porn droids aside...]
Not everyone has the same idea of what's right. Trust me, yours isn't common.
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[If she'd gotten in front of a crowd and said this back home, people would be cheering not second guessing her. How much of that would be because they thought she was right and how much would be due to her connections, her status? That she's not sure of.]
Doesn't matter. If they don't agree now, we just keep makin' noise until they do.