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Nearly lunchtime. She smiles, settling in behind her desk for the take-out from Al's Slow Food that's set up neatly in front of her. Thank the Code for her delivery service having thrived and expanded during the recent influx of residents to Mainframe; there'll be a grocery order waiting for her at home tonight so she can take the time to cook a

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"Morning, Ms. Matrix."

Turbo is his usual all-business self. If he notices the disdain, any reaction he might have is buried under all that Prime Guardian professionalism.

[command_dot_com]

Yes, it would be buried wouldn't it?

She's not about to let him forget just what Dot holds so very much against him.

"Sending over the data on Mairi's development, not much has changed since the last compilation though."

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Turbo nods and waits for the data to transfer, then pauses to scan the summary.

"Still have more questions than answers?"

[command_dot_com]

"As always," Dot replies, fingers folding together. "I'm sure the Collective is just waiting for her reconfiguration abilities to show up. From what we can tell those don't look to be happening any time soon. And on that tag..."

Is there anything new coming up?