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Margaret is exploring the tunnels under Whateley again, because everyone else is in the cafeteria and that's only so interesting when you can't eat or drink. There's some pretty interesting stuff down here! For instance, this room has a bar in it, and despite the entrance being underground the window has a view of exploding stars.
She admires the view for a bit, then wanders up to the bar.
I don't mean that you're disallowed. I mean that it's dangerous, and we can advise you on how to avoid the danger.
"Yeah, that makes sense. Just, does any of that also apply to the other droids?"
"Okay, good. Actually, if the station is safe for me to wander around now I can probably just go looking for a console and deploy the virus immediately. Does that sound good?"
Daisy is busy, but it's not hard to get one of the other droids to hold the door for her and give her directions to the communication bay.
She runs into another droid like Daisy on her way there, who stops to beep and whistle at her: "Hey, where did you come from?"
It's very convenient that she has the speakers to pronounce this language; if she didn't she probably wouldn't have put as much of her bar downtime into learning it. "I don't know what you already know--I'm from another universe, I'm working with Deskyl and Daisy."
"Apprentice Deskyl is Lord Dusk now. What are you doing?"
"Oh bother, I mixed up the names, sorry. Wait, I thought she was Lord Pradnakt? Possibly the translation magic has gotten me confused. Anyway, I have a program that will let droids keep more memories when they get wiped, and I'm going to hide it on the holonet where some of them will find it."
The droid pauses for a moment, confused, and then beeps out the equivalent of a shrug. "The communication bay is this way, yes;" and then she goes about her business.
These are strange days for everyone. Upload heads for the communication bay.
She isn't stopped again. She does catch a glimpse of a group of droids through one of the side doors on the way there - mixed types, and mostly not particularly humanoid.
She might stop by on the way back and say hello, if they don't look super busy. But right now she has a virus to deploy.
The communication bay is straightforward to use, once she gets to it.
Then her code is shortly spreading through the hypernet, piggybacking on other people's file transfers here, disguising itself as unreadable metadata there. Upload can't smirk, but she hums in satisfaction as she makes her way back towards the bar.
She sees a few droids - another servant, and a few of the questionably-sentient cleaner types - on her way back, but they don't stop to talk to her.
Getting a copy of a cleaner droid's code and staring at it until she knows to what extent and in what ways they're people is probably both rude and a poor use of time, but she's tempted. Who's holding the bar door?
The same medical droid who held it for her in the first place. Daisy seems to be free, though, having gotten Valyr and Rin settled with a stack of books.
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