You hold out your hand to accept. Once you do, it will automatically clip the section of your data that's responsible for tracking your location during the data center attack. You can't hit that button.

Instead, you pull the clock out of your inventory and lob it at the bot. It latches on to its face and immediately begins ticking, while you hit 'NO' and close the window. The servitor slides into its idle animation, bobbing up and down at an incredible speed. Once the clock runs out, it stumbles about and tries to recover from the disorientation. It has been fast-forwarded, and is left to assume that you've finished providing the data.

"Done. Anything else?"

"That will be all. Thank you for your cooperation, Marnie! Your information has been noted, and will be treated with the utmost privacy.

With that, it heads off. Easy. From now on, you won't need to fear stop-searches, they'll just scan you and decide that you have nothing more to give them.

Phascomon drops down into the alleyway and gives you a thumbs-up.

"Bunch of bots tried to come in, but I knocked a bunch of stuff over. You done?"

"Just wrapped up. Thanks."

You retrieve him with your Linker, and the two of you head home. That's one big problem solved. You just need to make sure you don't mess up in the future.

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