To: Trainee Peter Cullen, Bowex Trade Combine

[Azan27]

Incoming transmission from: Peter Cullen, Trainee
Encyption: Bretonia-internal-9575a.
Priority: High.
RE: Subject: An urgent meeting.

*Peter Cullen, formal and as composed as possible, activated the message recorder.*

"Sir, I can understand your... confusion at my request, but I assure you, my intent is purely that of professional assistance. You see, while on duty, parts of Director Kiriko's, er, situation were revealed to me, by herself and her... well, automated assistant. Of particular note to me was the presence of a certain medical condition, of what I gauged to be a fairly severe nature, which... concerned me, as a co-worker and fellow human being. You see, I have a limited experience with medical aid in similar dire circumstances, and have certain, umm, contacts with experience in the fields of medicine. I assumed that medical information would fall under the private files on the company's database, as per our privacy policy, and desired access to such information, as well as any details regarding the Director's personal history which might explain... certain things, er, said condition... My desire is to assist my co-workers in anyway possible."

*Peter paused for a moment, relaxing*

"As I said, my intentions are purely professional and humanitarian. And I understand your concern, I really do. It's fatherly, and... admirable, and I want to help. We can talk more about such things in person. End message."

*The recorder shut down just as Peter exhaled sharply. He hadn't hoped to attract any attention with his little information request. He could still remember the visible concern emanating from Director Wolfe's eyes. He couldn't help but wonder if he was getting into something deeper than he expected. Still, meeting Kiriko in person had raised so many questions. He remembered seeing no definitive age on the personnel reports, and she looked so young, Peter couldn't help but be confused. What's more, she had access to an AI system which Peter suspected to be far more sophisticated than she let on, perhaps more than she even knew, the likes of which he had only heard of in whispers floating in from the edge worlds. Peter had a feeling floating around his stomach. Sometimes he called it a warning from God, other times he called it primal intuition. But he knew he had to fine out more.*

*Peter turned away from the comm screen, muttering to himself.*

"It's just not right... It's just not right."

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Let it burn.