The United Nations Sports Network were broadcasting a game of Grifball.
Announcer: And now, the moment you've all been waiting for! From the far distant system of Sanghelios, I hope I'm pronouncing that correctly, the bad boys of Grifball, team Heretic!
A soldier watched the game from his work post.
Announcer: And your home planet favorites, Slip-
The computer began malfunctioning, static distrusting the game. It returned to the desktop as a holographic green soldier appeared. The soldier clumsily lowered his legs from where they rested on the table.
Delta: I hate to intrude, but you have not performed any work in the past thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds. That strikes me as rather inefficient.
Soldier: Oh uh, sorry I was just trying to- uhh, yeah how do you- how do you get a new window, you know like the, you know like the new, window- what's the button thing for that now?
Delta: I believe the keys you are looking for are Alt-Tab.
Soldier: Woah, yeah, thanks little guy. Wait, who are you? You-you don't look like a normal holo-projection.
Delta: That is because I am the AI designated as Delta, from Project Freelancer.
Soldier: Wait, you mean Project Freelancer? I mean are- aren't those, the, bad guy?
Delta: There is no need for name calling. I submit that Project Freelancer is neither good nor bad, much like your forces. We are merely two groups dedicated to obtaining different results.
Soldier: Woah man, that's, that's deep. It's like- it's like there's different universes, but you know there's- BLUEGH!
Agent York placed a hand on the back of his head.
York: Don't encourage him, he's already long winded as it is.
He slammed the soldier's head on the desk and let him fall to the ground and began typing away at the computer.
York: Thank god. Thought you two would never stop chit-chatting.
Delta: I'm not sure that was entirely necessary. He seemed open to the logic I presented to him. Perhaps he would have allowed to carry out our mission.
York: Sorry I knocked out your new friend. Now you two will never get to have a beer together.
Delta: I believe that would have been highly unlikely, regardless.
A holographic lock appeared on the wall.
York: Showtime.
He was then contacted as he began working on the lock.
Director: Come in Agent York, are you in?
York: Yes sir. These guys love their holographic locks. I'll let Delta take a peek in their system while I try to disable it manually. You're up D.
Delta: Curious.
York: What's curious? That's code for bad, isn't it?
Delta: I've detected an anomaly inside of the system. Something that is not supposed to be there. Dividing subroutines to investigate.
York: Don't get too curious in there, I need your attention on this lock.
Delta: Do not worry Agent York, I have already rectified several instances where you would have tripped the alarm system.
The soldier began to regain consciousness.
Soldier: Ohh. . . Oh, head. . . Wh-Wait, what-why-are-wha- give me back my leprechaun.
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