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Smacking her alarm clock until its chiming sound ceased, Adrian rolled over in bed once more not wishing to begin the day’s work. Groaning, she heard the sound of her headset beeping from just behind the clock. The only time she was actually allowed to take the headset off was when she went to sleep at night, a time that she tried to lengthen as much as she possibly could.

The small beeping sound, she knew, meant a new bounty. Rolling over on her bed, she reached behind the clock and grabbed the headset. Clipping the metal earpiece into her right ear, she unfolded the three-inch screen in front of her face. A small microphone hung down by her mouth for communication purposes. Growling softly, she pressed the tip of her index finger into the button inside the earpiece to give it power.

At twenty-four years of age, Adrian couldn't complain about the money that she gathered completing jobs. Eight years earlier she had, like others her age, been forced to take what society called a responsible job, which led her to the job she currently held.

A small light lit up the screen in front of her right eye. "Voice activation," the usual robotic voice sounded in her ear.

"Adrian Scott," Adrian said into the microphone, causing the screen to jump before finally showing her the familiar metallic robot that was speaking to her. Every day, the same robot, from the neck down it was made of completely black metal, from the head up it almost looked human, with a full head of blonde hair.

"Good morning, Adrian. Today is Thursday, April twenty seventh of the year thirty seventy-three. You have…one new message," the same robotic voice alerted her. "Would you like to view it?"

"Yes."

The screen went blank for a second before an older gentleman appeared within it; his name appeared just above his chest. Jeremiah Greeves, it read in black, dotted print.

"Ms. Scott," Mr. Greeves began, his voice husky and sounding much older than his years.

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