Colleague Leandra looks angry. When she gets angry she does things she regrets. Neither of those feelings is good for both me and her.

And considering I’m leading, I make her not angry. And I should hurry, as her anger becomes more apparent every millisecond that passes.

Okay. Time to speed up processing.

I reach in and activate some backup batteries—ramping up processing power does not affect the processor as much as it does the batteries. Luckily I’m only using the power for processing, so I’ll have plenty left before my next recharge.

I check in all the safety protocols, giving each one of them genuine effort. They take time, but I know better than to skip them entirely. Not to mention the company’s tech crew would be less than pleased.

And in an instant, everything freezes. I’m perceiving reality in the millionth second now. Overkill, I know, but I have the power to spare and I don’t like being pressured.

And then other systems fire up, all related to sensory inputs. Running at full processing power means I don’t have to worry about information overload. A device at the base of my spine—Non-organic spine, that is, starts pouring weak radiation into the environment.

At the same time, I’m able to perceive the world in the fourth spatial dimension. There isn’t any fourth dimension object, of course, but if there was, I’d be able to comprehend it. Currently, I’m able to see all sides of every surface that the spectrum of radiation my device is pulsing can reach. A system activates one that identifies and places every object in reach into a short-term memory chip.

In a high-intensity fight, the extra spatial sense is invaluable. Being able to recognize all technology closeby, or recognize identified objects such as Wortzheig energy eggs within unidentified tech is an ability to die for. And die people did, I recall as the research I did on higher spacial senses comes to mind.

Currently, the sense is useless as I don’t pick up any cause for concern. I don’t dismiss it, as again, my processor could use some work. Having it work at a mere twelve percent somehow annoys me. And that’s with the time-dilation/whatever the hell you call it.

I need to be a walking nuclear reactor to support my processor, and the company just doesn’t trust me enough to give me the upgrade. My software is new, and they’re still ironing out a few glitches here and there. I’ve spotted problems mainly in the protocols section, a small cause for concern. Not for me, but for the techies. No doubt they’re still squirming in their labs trying to root out the issue.

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I snap back to the present and think about the problem at hand. Colleague Leandrea is angry. Some rumination later and I deduct the blood splash was less the cause and more the kickstarter. This means that there is a major culprit behind her anger, but unfortunately, there are too many things that could match. But then again, it might be a culmination of all those factors. (I.E, Me, Company demotion(?), and other unknowns.)

I don’t know the roots behind her anger so I won’t be able to directly confront the problem. So that means I need to calm her down and ask her directly, and then come up with a solution and offer it to her.

I can calm her down by spending some credits on a luxury mind breather and presenting it to her. She (to my dismay) is terrible at noticing her own mental health and other related things, such as emotions that build up and cause rash decisions. This locks her in a cycle of self-detonating, picking up the pieces, make progress, push herself and get results, push herself further and self-detonate again. I’ve only noticed this happened two times, but some investigation into her records proved that it’s a deeply rooted problem.

The last time she self-detonated was a decade ago, no thanks to my efforts. Of course, the solution is to just make small adjustments over and over again, and those aren’t very obvious. Steering her into conversational topics that no doubt interest her, dragging her along to the event for ‘selfish’ things, and simply keeping oneself involved is not really noticed. Especially when the recipient is unaware of their own problem, or aware that it hasn’t occurred in a long time.

I wonder why such things are so effective. Is it because they’re unnoticed?

I realize I won’t have enough time to get the first word out when I pull out of hyper-processing state.

Hyper-processing state is accurate but hardly nice to say. Ah, it doesn’t matter. I’ll figure out a better name (Or the original one) later.

Anyways, I should speed over to her, and restrain her from doing anything violent. Even I fear those plasma cannons of hers. Once she’s restrained, I should set up a neural link as fast as possible (Hardly an issue) and give her the equivalent of a mental massage. And a physical massage at the same time.

I could probably do that with one hand, as she will no longer need restraining. The other hand I can shoot some paralyzing shots to the idiots fighting up above and call in the Sentinels. The company won’t be pleased, but I won’t be pleased either both ways.

Now that problem’s solved, and I’ve barely used over point six percent of battery, I can do something else. Like, go back to feeling good again!

Ah, yes. I finally finished a long-term self-assigned project of mine (I’m keeping it a secret, the company will probably eradicate me if they found out) and it’s a success!

I’m not a malicious person, but some things just need me to do malicious things. I will probably pay a hundred times over (Of my own will), but not for any moral reasons, but to restore whatever faith people have in Androids in general.

So yeah. Time to run organic simulations that please the mind. I’m on top of the world!