xx49.07.27 | 07:33 | Sunday

I feel great today! My chest is a teeny-tiny bit achey but my arm is completely fine, I woke up at like six o'clock and just spent an hour in the Training Room, I beat up soooooo many VBGs it's not even funny. I left them all piled up in there, a couple of them managed to hit me but even without Dad's super-strength (and secondary super-toughness) I barely felt it—I mean, I know that the Training Room's holograms aren't exactly real and everything's kind of 'half strength' but even so, I'm sure I was tougher today than I've been for ages. Just took a shower and I'm hoping C2 will wake up soon, in the meantime I'm in the monitoring room helping Daniel. Well, just sitting here writing this, actually.

"You'd better not be writing some kind of weird description of me."

That was him. Don't worry Daniel, I wouldn't waste the words.

"You're writing something weird about me right now, aren't you. Like how you wouldn't bother writing a description of me."

Okay, that was actually kind of spooky.

"Is C2 still asleep? I guess she's still on NoZo time."

Maybe I'll just turn auto-transcribe on, since I'm kind of talking to Daniel now.

[Auto-Transcribe: ON]

Well typical, as soon as I—

"Is she okay here? It must be pretty weird, coming somewhere like this."

"Like you'd know. You've never been ANYWHERE."

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"I went to Emerald Hill to rescue you, didn't I?"

"That doesn't count, you just hid in the hotel room the whole time—"

"Oh, you mean the same hotel room you went running to after that party? Or did you forget, every day, 'Aren't we going home yet? I feel fine now, I'm completely recovered, when are we going home?'."

"I ... I did not! I mean, yes, maybe I did say something like that, but—hang on, I don't want to record this—"

"Just delete it later if you're worried."

"That wouldn't be accurate!"

"Huh? You don't want to record it but you won't delete it?"

"I hate deleting stuff from my diary, it feels so wrong—where's that stupid menu option, I had it just a minute ago ... oh, forget it. By the way, why aren't there any like 'Daniel said' 'I said' tags on this?"

"I didn't hook in the P&O AI to the transcribe option. I could do it now if you want, it'd only take a minute."

"Mmm ... no, it's fine like this. It's pretty obvious who's talking. And I can just add one manually, right?" I said.

"You totally just added one then, didn't you—hahaha, I can—oh, hi C2! Good morning!"

"C2! I didn't even hear you get up, you're really quiet, did you take a shower already too?"

"Good morning Charlotte, good morning Daniel. Yes, I took a shower already. Are you both monitoring? Can I help?"

"Of course, come on, sit here and I'll show you," said stupid Daniel the friend-stealer. Hang on, I'm shutting this thing off, I need to interfere with these goings-on.

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xx49.07.27 | 07:36 | Still Sunday

"Just let me show her, you don't even understand the underlying tech—"

"What's there to understand, you just move the thing over the thing and it, uh, it boweeps when there's a ... a thing!"

"These are technical terms, you understand, C2. You'll have to stop Charlotte if she's going too fast for you."

"Shut up! C2, you understand me, right?"

"...possibly."

"See, you're just confusing her, C2's like me, she wants to know the technical details, she wants to know about the guts of the system—"

"Stop saying what she 'wants', like YOU'D know, you don't know the first thing about people!"

"Oh right, and YOU'RE a huge expert, what have you had, like a month's experience in the real world? Yep, that's DEFINITELY enough to—"

"SHUT UP! It's a month more than YOU'VE had, so—"

"Charlotte. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I think your Opal is recording."

"It's what? Why—argh, I must've accidentally started a new—"