[b]York![/b]

"It's not like that, it's like -" she came up short. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I mean it like, I met one of my sisters recently. She has over a hundred colours now because of the experiments they ran on her. Even if I published that in headlines on every paper in the station nobody would give a single damn. It's barely legible as an outrage when the station can't even agree on healthcare for transhumans. They're [i]mine[/i], and no one else will fight for them. It has to be me."

[b]Dudekov![/b]

The officer goes over to the door and gets the phone from the agent standing guard. This is without embellishments, almost factory defaults, the only flourish of personality being the installation of an online poker game.