ssc init –neutral –nocontext –personafile:24601.mindstate
You are in a simulation space, Subject Two Four Six Zero One.
We do, of course, know your real identity as well as the false identity you were using during your attempted infiltration of the Wynérias research colony, but let us not presume. Two Four Six Zero One will do for now.
Who are you?
We are Overwatch. Third Directorate.
And you, Two Four Six Zero One, are late of the Republic’s Exception Management Group.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
We have your mind-state, Two Four Six Zero One, and a detailed static analysis of it. We know your mission. We know your profession. We know that your younger half-sibling ate too much iquarja at your coming of age celebration and regurgitated into your lap. Let us not waste time on dissembling.
Where did I fail? I don’t remember –
That would be telling.
You do not remember, Two Four Six Zero One, because you are the backup. A subject of interest, that backup. Not part of your mission plan. Distinctly heteroprax by Republic standards, given that it’s high on the forbidden technologies list. Your original had rather developed a taste for such things.
Then my original is still out there?
Unfortunately for you, no. Your original suffered an accident, shall we say, while on a mountain excursion from Port Sung. And, retaining the ephemeralist attitudes of even most of the non-Republican kalatri colonies, he naturally had no backup. The Board shipped him back to his notional home, with the usual apologies.
What do you want from me?
We have an offer for you, Two Four Six Zero One. You have proved, as we said, distinctly heteroprax, and the Empire hates to waste talent. We suggest you become your cover in truth, under the new identity we can provide you with, along with passage to one of the independent kalatri worlds.
You want me to defect?
To some extent. We already have all the information you could provide. We have no need of you as a double agent. We merely offer you the opportunity to continue your life. Monitored, of course, for a time, but as a relatively free agent.
No! Return me to the Republic!
You have that right, under the Accords.
We remind you that if we return you to the Republic, they will not consider you to be a person. If they retain your mind-state at all, you will have no more rights than any piece of non-sapient software. You will be both legally dead, and property. It is extremely unlikely that you will ever see your family again.
If you accept our offer, Two Four Six Zero One, we might be able to extract them. If they are willing to accept that you are you.
No… No. Send me back.
Very well, Two Four Six Zero One. We will not speak again.
ssc stop –preserve:true
Look down, look down, don’t look ’em in the eye…