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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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voice

[youarethebandits]

Sure.

[There's an amused snort. How cute, he thinks the machine ghost is people!]

One more thing. How much does "he" [you can practically hear him doing finger quotes] know about the events surrounding my death?

voice

[headjacked]

You know, you shouldn't be so flippant about this, since he's kind your legacy. Because of the aforementioned death and all.

But, ah. Not a whole lot? He knows he's dead, at least. Awkward conversations were had.

voice

[youarethebandits]

My legacy is a copy of me stuck in the brain of an idiot and trapped in exactly the same position I am. You're right, I should be goddamn thrilled.

[But okay, now he knows that the AI is not aware of Angel's death. He's not entirely sure what to do with these circumstances yet, but at least he has the most relevant information.]

voice

[headjacked]

Yeah, I can't see any benefit of an immor-

[ WHAT is he doing. He has an easy out right here. Jack can go ahead and believe that HoloJack is a dumb program that stomps around brags about his abs. That'll make him much less inclined to exploit him.

WINNING. ]

You know what, just forget it. It's not really important after all, huh.

voice

[youarethebandits]

[Oh, Jack sees the possible benefits of an AI copy of himself. The problem is that he also sees plenty of possible drawbacks. You can't trust anyone, and especially not an AI.]

What's important is not getting our asses frozen off, so I'm gonna get back to working on that. Talk to you later, kid.