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Wolf hadn't heard from Rainbow for a week, and all his calls went straight to voicemail. She had left him a message saying she would return soon, and in the meantime, he shouldn't search for her.
He didn't listen.
Wednesday had scoured the internet, looking for Rainbow's whereabouts, but there was nothing to find. With Rainbow being the one who built Wednesday, she knew how to hide from the AI.
Wolf finally gave in and accepted to wait for Rainbow's return. But in the meantime, he needed a new translation chip. The old one had stopped working the moment he had stepped out of the GSF, and he didn't want Wednesday's voice in his ear translating everything. So, he had called Lazy Eyes and Marcos and asked if they knew someone who sold good translation chips for cheap. They recommended Pervy Pete, a mechanic in Ganymede.
"How're ye feelin'?" Pervy Pete asked after sitting down next to Wolf. He was a large, dark-skinned man with a potbelly and a sleeve of white tattoos on his arms, legs, and neck.
"Better now." Wolf stroked the back of his neck where the new chip was. The area was numb, but he was thankful the post-surgery nausea wore off. "How many languages did you say the chip can translate?"
Pervy Pete didn't reply, busy staring at a light-skinned woman with thick thighs, dressed in tight black shorts and a football jersey. She walked to a group of women in similar clothing before sitting between them. He turned to Wolf. "What did ye say?"
Wolf chuckled. Marcos and Lazy Eyes had warned him Pervy Pete was a sucker for women. Young or old, rich or poor, tall or short; it didn't matter to him. He was thirsty for them twenty-four-seven. "I asked about the languages in the chip."
"It kin translate oh the languages in awah system," Pervy Pete replied. "Ah have been workin' on tha translation software since ah wis a pre-teen. Ah traveled tha system back then. Ah wis able ta visit and study different regions and the-ya cultures. Ye kin connect tha chip ta yer spaceship's AI and it will learn tha languages wi'in seconds."
Wolf's old translation chip got rid of people's accents, unlike this one. He sighed, not looking forward to his new normal.
"The chip connected itself to me the moment it was inserted," Wednesday said. "There are so many languages in it, even the native ones. And each language shows the society it came from. After I get my sleeve, I'll visit all of them."
