Listen, we don’t have much
time. You have to trust me. I know that’s a little early to ask, but we don’t
have years to build a friendship. You saw everything with your own eyes, you
understand how dangerous this stuff is.
I mean. Listen. If this gets
into the hands of a megacorporation, we are all screwed. I mean humanity is
screwed. It screws all the little balance we had in the past, and I’m not even
talking about in how many ways this can be used to wipe us all out. You have to
help me.
I know that you are not the
average space jock, who is only concerned about the money. You could have
killed me several times, yet you didn’t. I see it in your eyes, how you look at
me, how you try your best to convince me that this is stupid.
Please, don’t say anything.
Wait, wait. You cannot say that seriously. You are just the good guy, who wants
absolution for a pretty girl. I get that often, don’t worry, you are not the
first one. Please trust me. I beg
you.
You have to play a role. You
have to look like the average space jock, who doesn’t even understand what he
is getting into. That’s the only way you will survive. Just tell them what I told
you, and forget that this has ever happened. And delete your armor’s
recordings. All of it. Don’t even let them find a trace of it.
Ah, stop this, please. I know,
you don’t think this will work. Trust me. This is our best option. I already
modified the data, and all the calculations are off, but just a small fraction.
It will take them some time to realize that all of our research is useless. If
I had made everything seem much worse, they would be suspicious. This is the
perfect cover, trust me.
They will think that I tried
to sell the data of a doomed research to a different company, and hide the
money before they realized that everything is useless. And the fact that I died
defending this crap will make everything more believable. Please, do it.
Step back a few meters, I’m
going to attack you. Don’t make my death fast, I deserve it.
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