Familial reunion

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So you'd imagine the walk between the three of us was awkward right. You're right. It was dead silent between us.

Mark: So. J.

J looked towards me and suddenly the air got really cold.

Mark: What exactly do you see in my dad?

It was an honest question. For V it was his unmatchable kindness and his willingness to help other, but for J? It was kinda hard to pinpoint.

J: Well, he always treats everyone with kindness and his goofiness always brought out everyone's good side.

Tessa nodded following the conversation.

Tessa: N was the only one my parents could tolerate. He always acted as a brother to me and as a son to my parents.

Mark: Wow, my dad must have been popular with the ladies.

I sent a message to my dad that I was coming to the location a few minutes ago but it was still unread.

Tessa: You would not believe it. Everytime N walked into the room it was like watching moths staring at a fire. All the female drones wanted him.

The refugees

N: Achoo!

V: Bless you.

N: Thanks.

Marlene: Let me go Uzi!

Uzi: N! A little help here!?

The sword fighters

Mark: How many disassembly drones are there, J?

J: Thankfully I copied the records just in case N got us into trouble with the company.

Mark: Did you have that little confidence in him?

Tessa: She not in the wrong here. He did once outright talk to my parents after I took Cyn out of the cellar.

Both J and I look at Tessa with a raised eyebrow.

Mark: Cyn? Your fake name?

Tessa: What no, J. You remember Cyn right?

J: Sorry boss. I don't have a "Cyn" in my database anywhere.

Tessa: Huh. Maybe V and N remember.

Mark: Nope, I already checked through V's memories, not a single one mentioned a Cyn either.

J: You went into V's memory storage.

I put my hands up in defense.

Mark: In my defense I was trying to find a way to enter the disassembly drones code so I could put my consciousness in this body.

I said while moving my hands up and down while gesturing to my body.

J: You're full of oddities aren't you?

Mark: Comes with the identity crisis. Anyways, that list of disassembly drones?

J: Ah, right. Here it is, and according to this paper there's only been a few dozen made and strangely enough, all of them are labeled as terminated.

Mark: Terminated as in, the company thought of them useless, or the, external factors type?

J: That's the strange part. All of them are classified as "corrupted".

Mark: The drones?

J: Even the squads that were sent with said drones fall under the corrupted status.

Mark: I smell a conspiracy. And it smells a lot like burnt meat. But I think after this week of mental torture I think I should rest for a bit.

The three of us start walking again arriving at the building I modified.

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