Agatha’s wrist buzzed. A small red light appeared there and commenced blinking. A mesage. Likely from Torvi. Agatha flipped her wrist in a what’s next gesture. Blue light particles shot out. They danced in the air creating a human shape. With a snap, the outline was granted detail and depth. It was Torvi. Female, gelod standard, second cycle, donned in clinical blue overalls with yellow stripes. The latter indicated membership in the artificial intelligence class.

Hi Agatha! It’s been a while! How’s Cystron 4? I hear the Kells are in-fighting again, good news! I do hope your patriarch is treating you well, and is giving some consideration to your gender reassignment request. As it is, I’ve been enjoying the attentions of one Luker Tore. Compatibility is high and we’ve been at it like a pair of mud rockers over the last solar. The only thing is, Tore has a preference for mf combinations. He’s been pressuring me to consider an op, but I don’t know that I’m comfortable with all that. I know we’re long distance but I’d love to get your thoughts. Anyway, got to dash, these zee point intelligences won’t maintain themselves! Until next time!