(Backdated) New Clothing
Tasha stood in front of the mirror, her mind frozen in place. The mustard colored tunic covered the waistband of her black pants. Two brass colored pips on her neck reflected the light of the room dully. She was back. This should be making her happy, but she felt oddly numb and distant from herself.
Before she started examining why, however, there was a noise that was utterly alien to her coming from the other room.
"Aggie!" she called.
Before she started examining why, however, there was a noise that was utterly alien to her coming from the other room.
"Aggie!" she called.
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"Dingbot, if you open that top drawer approximately 1.25 meters to your left and hand me the device there, I can see if Agatha is all right. It's called a 'tricorder.' It's a device for scanning material for scientific analysis."
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Yep. At least one of the dingbots can fly.
It pulled on the drawer. And pulled. And pulled.
And it is ultimately too small to open the drawer. The others made way, clearing a path so that Tasha could get to it.
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The tricorder reports an odd difference in what she was expecting.
"It's like she's in REM sleep," she mutters. It's an odd REM sleep, but it's the closest comparison. Sensing the dingbots likely won't let her shake Aggie's shoulder, she asks one of them to try it for her.
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This assignment is going to make the old one look routine. she concludes before heading out into it.