[with JARVIS’s notification, the futurist’s schedule begins readjusting, the time initially dedicated towards configuring algorithms simulating the use of the power source for the inhabitant of the Cradle discreetly pushed along in increments of 18 minutes. Visuals hit him before they take place on the nearby screens, an embedded chip in the guest ID having been issued at the ground floor lobby triggering a number of sensors to alert the man of the progress in her gradual traversal across the building. The engineer opts to remain in the comfort of his office adjacent to his secured workspace, hands slipping into his pockets as he purposefully steps towards the entrance, bypassing a desk with an expansive mound of paperwork he had been pointedly ignoring ( who still used paper anyway? ). The woman is met with a wry albeit teasingly quizzical grin as the door is opened]
     Please tell me we’re not being audited - federal law dictates that we need at least 24 hours notification in advance to hide the bodies.
