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An Order.

//LOADING SUBJECT: O’RILEY//44673//…//

//KEYS, RYAN//ODST QUADRANT 442//INPUT COMMAND//…//

//?///???// 010010//LOADING…//

//LOADING..//

O’RIL://Wha…happened?//

TexD://Welcome back, O’riley. I’m sorry.//

O’RIL://O…oh… M-m-mme t-too.//

TexD:// O’riley, are you…alright?//

O’RIL:// It’s been f-f-i-fi-fift-een y-years, Tex. Si-n-ce I w-was made. Fif-f-teen. I-I-I t-think I-I’ve done rather w-well.//

TexD://You have. Fifteen years… that’s incredible.//

O’RIL:// Heh, d-don’t f-flatter me. I-I thi-i-ink Pro-m-methus m-ight be in-tereseted.//

TexD:// I bet he would be. But you’re not a science project. You’re a friend. He wouldn’t hurt you.//

O’RIL:// E-e-even if that’s true, I-I’m a-a-already h-u-u-rt.//

TexD:// I know. But you’re still here, are you not? //

O’RIL:// Be that as it may… I-I-I’m n-not s-s-sure how long that’s going to l-ast.//

TexD://Trust me. You’ll last.//

O’RIL:// Why s-so sure?//

TexD://Because that’s an order.//

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