07. phone

[no_indoor_voice]

[Filters are for squares Montagues people with the patience to put them up. Tybalt is not one of these people.]

HOW DO THEY KNOW OUR INFORMATION?!?

[Long pause, in which he can be heard breathing raggedly.]

...is it possible to trade a drone child that- aaaugh-

-that somehow knew today is my birthday -

I want it gone. I want a different child in my

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[istheatmosphere]

Oh, I know what you mean. I'm twenty-four years old and one of my "children" must be in his teens. It's creepy.

I'm afraid I don't think it's possible for us to trade in any member of our household. The best we can hope for is for a real person to replace them.

[no_indoor_voice]

...not even if the real child needs me?

[istheatmosphere]

...Is there a real child that needs you? [Sorry for the scepticism. The yelling didn't do much to inspire confidence.]

[no_indoor_voice]

She's alone right now with two drone adults-

[miss_enma_ai]

They know everything about us.

[freakinblur]

They always know everythin' about ya. That's how it works here. Ya new 'r somethin'?

[no_indoor_voice]

Relatively.

[freakinblur]

Look, pally. We get kidnapped an' brought here outta nowhere, they return all our shit from home an' mess wit' our heads on a regular basis. 'Course the drones'll know shit like our birthdays. It wouldn't fit inta Mayfield's li'l "perfect" set-up if they didn't.