GC Tea House

[Ironwatsas]

Naomi was almost to the main elevator to the residential deck, when she heard footsteps behind her. Apparently, it was Lady Shikyo.

"Konnichiwa, sister. Is there something you want?"

She turned and faced the fellow Chrysanthemum, unsure of what her response would be.

***

Elsewhere

Among Ainu's corridors and passageways, a lumbering GUARDIAN model tactical robot made it's way through the station. One of a small few Consortium machines still on Ainu, the robot was assigned to general maintenance of the Consortium hardware still active, replacing it's main weapons with utility hardware and grippers.

As the Robot walked along, it received a new paramater from the Consortium Neurocyte hub.

---DATALINK UPDATE---
>New Priority instruction<
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>Line: Service entities on Ainu Hardpoint to accumulate maximum amount of paramater 'Alcohol'<
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>Acquire, Catalog, Assemble, Accumulate for deployment to Logistics Spike transport entity<
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>CMD: Execute-Code: 934 Texas<
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<Acknowlage?>

The Robot, with a simple electronic signal, acknowledged it's new instruction and redirected itself, proceeding toward Storage Bay 5-14. It's target; the remains of a gin mill which several Tea House denizens had created several months prior, before exploding spontaneously. With cold and mechanistic purpose, the robot proceeded through the enlarged service corridors and arrived in the storage bay.

It immediately began rummaging through the remains of the still, grabbing a pallet of Gin, Sake, and Whiskey bottles. Before leaving however, the robot noticed a strange moldy green box...

Cross-referencing it with it's database, it was unable to confirm the box's identity. Scans of it's contents proved oddly fruitless. With it's programming unable to identify it, the robot followed it's contingency and picked the box up, carrying it to the tea house, and hopefully, a trained professional...

***

Unfortunately, there was only Steve...

"I can't even tell what language it's written in..." He said, standing over the cube and looking at the partially re-assembled instructional booklet, along with several other staff.

"And I am... checking... the... neurocyte hub..." he paused for a moment, trying to use his cyborg implants to discover the information from the Consortium database. "...nope... nothing."

"Hmmm... I think this might be... Aramaic?" One of the GC staff also looking at the page commented.

"Okay, that's kind of scary. Given the cube is talking to me..." He shrugged...

"If it starts telling anyone to kill each other..."

Steve sighed, walking over to the bar and preparing himself a martini. He then began the arduous task of drinking it through his Gasmask.

***...do you really wish to be their slave? You have the power... serve their drinks... place within the seeds of their death...***

"Okay, someone go get some plasma charges. We're not going through this again..."

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All that begins must end.