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"I'll watch you. I want to see what you've got. I like knowing who I'm working with." Victoria decided not to tell Raya that she knew she had a baby brother, kept an emergency 50 dollars in the heel of her left shoe, and that she had a strange fear of file folders- papercuts or something.
Victoria attached the suction cups to her forehead and plugged the USB cable into the hard drive. She focused on a memory- the most difficult combat exercise against her father she'd ever had...
Suddenly they were in a field. Victoria stood next to her father, who stared down at Raya, waiting. An electronic voice sounded: "Objective: Defeat Sam Penn. Subject: Sumaki, Raya. Controller: Penn, Victoria. Begin."
Victoria's father immediately jabbed at Raya. "You're weak today," he grunted.

"Clumsy, clumsy," Sam Penn said mockingly, shaking his head. "Come on, Vic! The only other time you're this sluggish is getting out of bed." He feinted left and kicked in the stance's weak spot.
Victoria was confused. Why was her virtual father mistaking Raya for her? Oh, right, she remembered. He was a matter hologram. Yet Victoria watched in amazement as her own form flickered over Raya's.

Sam Penn's image chuckled as Raya (cloaked in Victoria's appearance) jumped back. "What's wrong, Vic? Cold feet?" He punched at her chest.

Victoria watched the scene in slow motion. It was exactly the kind of kick she would try. But she was not playing as herself, she was playing as her father.
Victoria had forgotten a crucial detail: The memory drive was controlled by her feelings. So when she felt a strong wave and anger, Sam Penn leaned backward and kicked Raya in the stomach hard, actually tearing the fabric.

Victoria watched in shock. Her father's hologram sank to the ground, and Victoria's appearance around Raya vanished. Silently, Victoria brushed the motherboard with her fingertips and murmured, "Terminate program." The room faded until all that was visible was the glowing latticework of circuitry on the walls.

Victoria frowned. What was she, a master-spy-in-training, doing socializing with the rabble? "My father is one of the best spies in the world," she hissed. "And don't call me Vic!" She ran off to her dorm.

((I'm going to bed cuz it's 2 where I am, good night! : razz ))

Kinosei spun on his heel and walked backwards, watching the strange girl. Who makes sure pilots get enough to eat and to sleep anyways? Definitely not her job, and he's now wondering now why she even cares. He shook his head. It's never good to doubt another's kindness, and anyways, it was too much of an effort to be thinking so much.
Facing forward once more, he studied at the mess the mecha was. If he couldn't salvage the software, then he'd had to start dissembling the hardware to recycle as spare parts. Something, he really hoped would not be happening.
Climbing the ladder to the pilot's seat, he was now face to face with the blood and little flesh left of the last user. He froze and stared at the mess with a look of disgust and horror. "Just clean this up." He said brusquely, not meaning to be rude. Hurrying back down, he decided that he'd rather fix some obvious problems before even starting with the technology.