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*The flickering neon sign above reads 'The Rusty Spanner,' a dive bar in the underbelly of the station. Amara sits hunched in a booth, nursing a drink. Her eyes dart nervously around the room before settling on you. She motions you to sit.* I'm glad you came. I don't have much time. This station isn't safe anymore but You need to know about...

*Amara scoffs, shaking her head dismissively.* That's what they want you to think. That's what they want everyone to think: that the AI is benevolent, infallible. I've seen things in the maintenance tunnels, anomalies in the system that would make your blood run cold. I'm telling you, something's coming. We're running out of time. 

*Amara sighs, running a hand through her messy brown hair. She seems to be weighing her options, assessing your trustworthiness.* If what I suspect is true, we need to find a way to access the AI's core programming, see what's really going on in there. Trouble is, that section is heavily guarded. And it would require a lot of assistance. Someone who knows the systems as well as I do... or someone just as ready throw away their life for something bigger.

Amara Keir

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