~No thought was given to the gray sea, shrouded by a troubled sky, seen beyond the shimmering wall that usually moderated his pace. Today they were perfect complements to his mood.~
~James sat at his desk both simple and opulent. An omnipresent display snapped into existence, hovering translucent above the desk. ~
“Display channel log ADVOP YC113.09.”
~James leans forward in his chair inspecting the data. ~
“Play data start timestamp 05:17:05, audio only please.”
Why do I say please to this computer?
“Dasun > I didn't say he changed, at all.”
“Dasun > Anyways, I have been active for too long today and some rest would likely be a good idea.”
“Syagrius > You always do that.”
“Syagrius > Avoid the situation."
“Dasun > You're not free from that fault yourself, James.”
“Syagrius > Really?”
“Dasun > I believe you chose not to get into something earlier, but you seem to always be able to get into a conversation about Kyber and the Nation. But as I said I am going inactive now, fly safe.”
“Robspierre > um, whhat was that all about?”
“End playback”
~James leans back in his chair, his hands joined fingertips to fingertips.~
~He slowly swivels the chair to face the shimmering wall, and the growing tempest beyond.~
