Sigi Stevens

Text from Sigi: I’ll come get you outta there any time you need. Just say the word. 

They set down a box of her clothes just inside the door and then gave her a big hug. “Whenever they call you scum, remember you’re Rita fucking Sanchez, smarter than every fuckin one of ‘em,” Sigi said quietly.

“Be careful with my boxes from the garage there’s lots o-of fragile..shit in there.”

They set both down carefully and went back for the rest, humming a little tune while moving the boxes with ease. It filled up the silence and urge to try and convince her to come back to the safe, clean, happy home that would now be empty once again. Their mannerisms and gait became subtly different as they fell back on the impersonal “Steve” mode.

The house is eerily quiet for a long minute. Then, Sigi rounds a corner and waves. “Oh, thanks for coming, Rit! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” They say, looking at her a moment before realizing their eye patch is off and their golden cursed eye is showing.

"See I don't know. I can hold a watch and blink and suddenly five hours has passed but the watch in my hand will say it's been a few seconds?" They say, stress seeping into their words. "Last time I slept, a week passed without me noticing!!"

Text from Sigi: I’ll come get you outta there any time you need. Just say the word. 

They set down a box of her clothes just inside the door and then gave her a big hug. “Whenever they call you scum, remember you’re Rita fucking Sanchez, smarter than every fuckin one of ‘em,” Sigi said quietly.

Text from Sigi: I’ll come get you outta there any time you need. Just say the word. 

Text: Besides, its not like you cant visit. You have your pager and moderate anonymity. I doubt they would bother to stop you.

Text: Not to ruin your love life but for some weird reason that turned out badly. Be safe I’ll send kitty pictures. 

Text: Maybe you could help me move in to my apartment? It’s much smaller than yours but I could probably fit my minifridge, some projects, Junior maybe?

Despite the question, a portal appears by her location a few seconds after the text.

Text from Sigi: I’ll come get you outta there any time you need. Just say the word. 

Text: Besides, its not like you cant visit. You have your pager and moderate anonymity. I doubt they would bother to stop you.

Text: Not to ruin your love life but for some weird reason that turned out badly. Be safe I’ll send kitty pictures. 

“I moved all my liquor to the minifridge in my garage when yyou kept stealing my raspberry vodka.” Rita rubbed the back of her neck, smiling a little. “I’ve heard of that. Gives you the shits if you have too much though. ’s why I don’t own any. I can live with a headache.”

“Also they paid well.” A slightly electronic voice spoke up from a nearby wall as a hologram sputtered into existence.

“An AI entrusted with the memories of Alexander Stevens, at your service. Or, more precisely, my daughter’s service.” The flickering image took a more defined shape of a elderly man in a suit.

"Sorry, your BAC is too high to override, kiddo." The hologram then faced Rita. "To be honest, I don't quite like you, Sanchez. But you are a loved member of this household, so please accept a belated welcome to this home."

“I moved all my liquor to the minifridge in my garage when yyou kept stealing my raspberry vodka.” Rita rubbed the back of her neck, smiling a little. “I’ve heard of that. Gives you the shits if you have too much though. ’s why I don’t own any. I can live with a headache.”

“Also they paid well.” A slightly electronic voice spoke up from a nearby wall as a hologram sputtered into existence.

"An AI entrusted with the memories of Alexander Stevens, at your service. Or, more precisely, my daughter's service." The flickering image took a more defined shape of a elderly man in a suit.

“I moved all my liquor to the minifridge in my garage when yyou kept stealing my raspberry vodka.” Rita rubbed the back of her neck, smiling a little. “I’ve heard of that. Gives you the shits if you have too much though. ’s why I don’t own any. I can live with a headache.”

“Also they paid well.” A slightly electronic voice spoke up from a nearby wall as a hologram sputtered into existence.

"An AI entrusted with all memories of Alexander Stevens.

The house is eerily quiet for a long minute. Then, Sigi rounds a corner and waves. “Oh, thanks for coming, Rit! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” They say, looking at her a moment before realizing their eye patch is off and their golden cursed eye is showing.

“I moved all my liquor to the minifridge in my garage when yyou kept stealing my raspberry vodka.” Rita rubbed the back of her neck, smiling a little. “I’ve heard of that. Gives you the shits if you have too much though. ’s why I don’t own any. I can live with a headache.”

“Also they paid well.” A slightly electronic voice spoke up from a nearby wall as a hologram sputtered into existence.