[When the Sniper's done, she sits there picking through the remains of breakfast with her fork. She's still trying to process all that he's told her, but it is a lot to handle. Things like drones, the Mayor, Lucy Smith, milk...
Wait. Her fork hovered over the plate as the realisation suddenly sank in. If what the Sniper was saying was true, that she was in a simulation of some sort, and that she was supposed to play the role of the "housewife"...]
Does...does this mean I'm your...wife?
[The last words comes out as practically a squeak. The Administrator was so going to kill her; instead of being friends, she was now somehow married instead! ]
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Wait. Her fork hovered over the plate as the realisation suddenly sank in. If what the Sniper was saying was true, that she was in a simulation of some sort, and that she was supposed to play the role of the "housewife"...]
Does...does this mean I'm your...wife?
[The last words comes out as practically a squeak. The Administrator was so going to kill her; instead of being friends, she was now somehow married instead! ]