He was drooling on the tabletop, melting portions of it; and Chemuel had never really gotten used to that.
It was a nasty habit that... they had.
It wasn't a complicated deal, really. One of their bottom-rung thugs for some illicit codestream access. Then again, even their top-rung thugs had and IQ in the range of most domestic livestock, so needless to say, the deal was taking longer than she'd anticipated.
"Look, I'll use sentences of less than six words, if that helps. It's a simple trace. You clip this on the server. It pulls down data. The data goes wirelessly to your headquarters. *CENSORED*, that's seven; whatever. Understand?"
Another blank stare. Or what she'd assume was a blank stare; it's hard to tell when you can't see the eyes. She'd explain it again, but she had to get an answer soon, or her contingency would expire. Literally.
"Understand?"
When it finally replied, it was the first time she'd heard it speak. She'd remember it the next time. If rot, filth, corruption, and moral decay had a sound, this would be it.
"We undersssstand. And we will ssssend what you requesssst."
Chemuel stood, pausing to whipe a spot of tar-like drool already beginning to burn through her glove before leaving it with the tab. It looked offended.
Whatever; it's not like Dreams have feelings. Especially not bad ones.
It was a nasty habit that... they had.
It wasn't a complicated deal, really. One of their bottom-rung thugs for some illicit codestream access. Then again, even their top-rung thugs had and IQ in the range of most domestic livestock, so needless to say, the deal was taking longer than she'd anticipated.
"Look, I'll use sentences of less than six words, if that helps. It's a simple trace. You clip this on the server. It pulls down data. The data goes wirelessly to your headquarters. *CENSORED*, that's seven; whatever. Understand?"
Another blank stare. Or what she'd assume was a blank stare; it's hard to tell when you can't see the eyes. She'd explain it again, but she had to get an answer soon, or her contingency would expire. Literally.
"Understand?"
When it finally replied, it was the first time she'd heard it speak. She'd remember it the next time. If rot, filth, corruption, and moral decay had a sound, this would be it.
"We undersssstand. And we will ssssend what you requesssst."
Chemuel stood, pausing to whipe a spot of tar-like drool already beginning to burn through her glove before leaving it with the tab. It looked offended.
Whatever; it's not like Dreams have feelings. Especially not bad ones.