text + ad

[a_shadow]

I.

I'm not asking for anyone's help making this decision, but I've got a big one that dropped in my lap, and I'm thinking about the whole process now. You know—dealing with the whole 'this is going to affect me for the rest of my life' thing.

It's not fun.

I think I know what I'm going to do, but pulling the trigger, so to speak...it sucks.

II.

[ Several minutes later, a for sale ad is sent out from Tex's network address: ]

For sale: 2 android-style robots. These are empty shells without any sort of intelligence included. 1 suit of Freelancer armor. Cobalt blue. Sniper rifle not included. Prices on these items are negotiable. Please make a reasonable offer.

Comments

[a_shadow]

Armor is sized to fit the android. It's approximately six feet tall.

Features: Voice modulator, loudspeaker, oxygen rebreather, overshield. This is the baseline suit, no enhancements.

[petridish]

I'll have to pass. It won't fit me.

[a_shadow]

Hey, well, if you come across anyone who it would work for just send them my way.

[petridish]

Sure.

[Like she has any friends, six feet or not.]

Why didn't they just build those features into the android?

[a_shadow]

Because the suits were duplicates of the ones they were giving their human operatives.