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Ixion was bored though he felt bad for it. He was supposed to be listening to this discussion on the state of the outside world and what could be done about it. Of course, he knew the answers because he was Yggdrasil. Why was he here again?
Boredly, he sent a message to someone on his PET. “We should probably go fuck.”
After is was sent, he blinked, double taking at the name above the message. Frantically, he sent another message “wrong contact!”, then realized what he’d just said to his possessive father who had already threatened all his theoretical lovers more than once. He stood up from his seat, eyes wide and horrified. A tiny, “oh Asimov, no” escaped him, and then he fled, heedless of the startled Judges staring after him.
He needed to hide.
