Tokusatsu musebox

I turn quickly to shoot a glare at bleu. This conversation is still not going at all the way we'd discussed, and it's beginning to occur to me that this might have been a set up after all, if not a trap. "I thought we were in agreement that forgetting about my plight, whatever it is, was in everyone's best interests? Fine." I can play their game.

"Obviously Messiah does not control the minutiae of my actions. I am programmed to make intelligent decisions on what to infect with MetaVirus, how to disguise myself and infiltrate various locales in the quest of Enetron. In giving me enough freedom to be an effective spy, hacker and thief, I have been giving enough freedom to make my own decisions about how best to spend my free time. But that does not mean I think that I will be excused if I am discovered in a compromising position, namely, planning or perpetrating any offense against Messiah." I sigh and run a hand through my hair. It's a very human gesture, but I think it helps. "It is not so much that Messiah has or has not programmed me to do or not to do something. It is more than in being infected and created by Messiah, Messiah always has a link directly to me that could be exploited if I were discovered. It is difficult for Messiah to send any kind of signal out of the subspace, that's the entire reason it was imprisoned there in the first place. But the Buglers and I, we are exempt from that clause, because we were created from it and sent out to do its bidding." Needing to breathe has never been such a nuisance as it is now. "Do you understand yet?"