Service Access 31-b
08.25.2337
<durandal.652.586.34.2>
Here I am, sulking about on a ship which used to be my slave. Chased by a narrow-minded AI who thinks I’m rampant with only the cybernetic toys of these so-called invaders to play with.
And here you are, stuck at the bottom of a hole. How droll. It’s really too bad- we could have had so much fun together.
Vale,
Durandal
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