< 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 . >           𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 [ 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 . 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ] ; 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 .          𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 , 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 , 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 . 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 . 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 .                                                                                 [ 𝚓͟ ͟𝚞 ͟𝚜̡ 𝚝  ̡𝚜 ͘𝚑 𝚞̡ ͘𝚝 ͝ 𝚞͠ 𝚙 ̢!!̷  ]                         < 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 . . . 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 ? >

 “ Is that part of your research, finding ways to annoy me?  In that case, you’re on the right path.  ”

     do not falter, 9S -- because I just might follow. 

“ The wrong route? ” The female model android doesn’t QUITE believe the possibility of it, after all she has followed instructions from Operator 60 precisely, but wandering further into the destined direction she has chosen it quickly dawns upon her that he MAY be right. “ Wrong route – Got it. ” It comes from her so calmly, voice steady as usual and with a quick turn another direction is aimed at, this time taking note of the surroundings with a bit of a more critic gaze to make sure it is the right way to go. “ We’re right now, and we have to hurry. ”