While I was looking over the vault site, I ran into Dex from Applecado Transport and Salvage. He showed me...an Applecado. I always thought an Applecado was a cocktail. A lot of agribusiness techincal talk followed. We struck a deal for a sample pallet. Chatted about terraforming, and the lack thereof. Reasons why maybe not to kill a mass murderer. Usual smalltalk.
Heading back to Hale, I tended to my dinky office next to Fook Yoo's and our warehouse in the Destiny Compound. Little things catch my eye.
Like Hale's has a flag.
The fancified eggs from the contest are in the window of the Catalog Store. I like the steampunk one and the blastomere incubation unit one. None of mine made even honorable mention, but that is only because they were not very good.
Sheriff Gallagher is pretty selective about what evidence he keeps and what he throws out. I wonder what he plans to do with that Jamaican herb and back death cigs he has on his private shelf.
Strange the dynamics of life. Serial killer roaming Hale's Moon. But somehow it gets me to spend some quality timw with folks.
I had only seen Natirra a couple times since she moved to Hale's Moon. When she first moved in next to my apartment and when she was setting up the new clinic. But hey, a dead body and the doorstep and we take the time and chat a bit. She said that people in Hale really appreciate having quality dental care.
Likewise, Deputy Cody came to seal off te crime scenes. Got to chat with him a while. Mostly about the differing standards among synthetic beings. "Your fiance's friend is mixed up with transporting the internal organs harvested from your friends and family from Blackburne, what bad can come from that?" Different standards. Raids killed people, Krenshar gets his system hacked and the Replicant Order renews it crusade to exterminate humanity, Lily freaks out now and then. Krenshar, LilyBell and AuraBlue all promised to kill me last. I feel the love. Just different standards, yeah?
I don't know what circumstances would arise that I would get chatty with Jango Fell. A pleasant enough neo-anarchist. More of the cost-benefit analysis version. The first set of serial killings put us to talking.
WHODAT!?
I met Tamika Saramago wandering around Hale's one night. Seems like whenever there is a runaway hiding in the tunnels and mines in Hale, they find me.
I also had a chat with a dead convicted mass murderer. He is doing well, dance lessons, keeping busy. We discussed where bodies are buried, who may or may not be dead, who may or may not be the victim of various nefarious mind control techniques. The usual smalltalk.
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