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ping!
It was another information packet from Three. Why are you sending me media about flora? I asked irritably.
Lichens, Three responded. It sent me another packet, something about aerial fauna.
I’m not interested in this.
(I did feel a little bad, but, really. Fucking fauna?)
There was a brief pause, and then Three sent me another file.
Giving up, I tapped ART. Why is Three sending me these?
I don’t know, ART said, sounding remarkably irritable itself. It’s been sending them to me as well— it cut off abruptly.
What?
ART hesitated two damning seconds before it said Nothing.