You won't remember this, but you've died three times trying to complete this job.

"I know," I reply, continuing to pull on my combat uniform. "I can tell from the gaps."

You should let someone else take this one. You're not strong enough, not fast enough.

"I can do it!" I insist, indignant. "This isn't the first time it's taken me a few tries. Just give me the camera cover I asked for and I'll review it next time around. We've almost got enough."

You're planning to die again?

"Why not?" I ask, shrugging as I grab my sword. "It's not like it'll hurt anything."

It's expensive bringing you back.

"Just take it out of my fee, then," I say, repressing the urge to laugh. They're certainly paying me enough.

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

The computer doesn't reply immediately. I sometimes imagine that she's getting frustrated with me for my way of doing things, but she never shows it.

Continued death is impractical and inefficient.

"And uncomfortable, I'm sure, but as you said... I won't remember. So, I'll take my camera please..."

Request verified, she replies, impassive as always. The button camera materializes in my locker. I pick it up, slip it on, and smile.

"Thanks, Lia."

I am not named Lia.

"I know."

I check my knife in its sheath, then turn and walk to the door.

...Be careful.

"I will."

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