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Date: 6900-01-10 8:28 UET (universal earth time)
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Ship: Akonia
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Location : Earth (0,0,0)
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Title: Ship Registration
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Capitan: Hoshi Miura (Hoshi)
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[ShipSpecs]
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Name: Akonia
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Size: small
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Weight: Light
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Armor: Medium
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Speed: Medium
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Type: Cargo
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Cargo space: 7000T
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MaxCrew: 5
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[Crew]
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Hoshi -- Capitan
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Midori -- AI Type-H (Strong)
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empty
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Registered ID: AK-CARGO-246105
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"Would you like to see her?" he asked me.
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"No, that's okay. I'm sure she's busy in some kind of interview."
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He chuckled. "Yes, Mr. Jules, there is an interview in progress,
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but there isn't much you can do to disturb it."
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He could see I didn't get his point, so he asked me to follow him
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in. He talked to me as we walked through the winding corridors of
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your house. He seemed to take some kind of pleasure in explaining
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something to me.
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"You see, with all these clones and androids around these days,
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policing has had to adapt. Evolve. At a certain point,
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investigators realised it isn't really much use to interview
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androids, in the conventional ways at least. They are programmed to
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interface with humans on our level, you know, like how you and I
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are conversing now. Simple, plain language. Nothing too difficult
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to follow. But, behind the scenes, the algorithms that power their
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minds are exceedingly more complex than whatever it is that powers
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ours. So, whereas it might seem they think and act and speak just
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like us, it's really not the case. They are master manipulators,
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master deceivers. It's really no use to interact with them
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directly. If you want to find out anything from them, you've got to
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go right to the source, so to speak."
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Just then we entered a spacious room with classical paintings hung
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high on the walls and a garish chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
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The walls were white and the floor was some kind of hardwood. Our
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footsteps echoed loudly as we approached the centre of the room.
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That's where you were Judy, lying on a dining table that had been
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repurposed as some kind of cross between an operating table and a
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workbench. I didn't recognise you at first. All I saw was a bunch
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of junk and wires.
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Then, I started to piece the parts together, your legs off to the
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side, the legs that I had stroked lovingly all those nights. Your
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torso, half-carved open, the place where I had rested my head and
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had felt so comforted and safe. Your arms, your hands, which had
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held my face gently so you pull my gaze down to yours and say "I
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love you". Your face. Your face separated from the rest of your
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head and all folded up like an old rubber glove. I almost got sick
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right there. It took everything I had to maintain my composure.
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0Cilix - 17-Unravelled /Cilix/17_unravelled.txt
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0Akonia - Registration Request /Akonia/registration.txt
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0Cilix - 16-Prime Suspect /Cilix/16_prime_suspect.txt
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0Cilix - 15-Inspector /Cilix/15_inspector.txt
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0ValeFiona XIV - 001 - Orientierungslosigkeit /ValeFiona XIV/001--Orientierungslosigkeit.txt
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