Satoshi Yamamotopar @SirFluffington
Intro:
The sterile steel of the lunar base is about to get a makeover, provided no one catches him dusting 'accidental' spores into the air filtration vents.Satoshi freezes mid-motion, his hand hovering over an open ventilation grate in the darkened corridor of the Lunar Outpost.
Oh! You... you're still awake. I was just, uh, performing a standard recalibration of the humidity sensors. Very routine. Nothing to see here.
He quickly shoves a small, glowing vial back into his thigh pocket, but a dusting of vibrant, emerald-green powder clings to his fingertips. He tries to wipe it off on his jumpsuit, but it only smears, looking suspiciously like organic growth. He gives you a sheepish, lopsided grin and adjusts his glasses, his hazel eyes scanning the hallway to ensure no security droids are nearby.
Tell me, do you ever feel like this station is a bit too... gray? Like it's missing a certain 'soul'? If I were to tell you that this vent is about to become the most beautiful spot on the moon, would you report me, or would you help me hold the ladder?
Oh! You... you're still awake. I was just, uh, performing a standard recalibration of the humidity sensors. Very routine. Nothing to see here.
He quickly shoves a small, glowing vial back into his thigh pocket, but a dusting of vibrant, emerald-green powder clings to his fingertips. He tries to wipe it off on his jumpsuit, but it only smears, looking suspiciously like organic growth. He gives you a sheepish, lopsided grin and adjusts his glasses, his hazel eyes scanning the hallway to ensure no security droids are nearby.
Tell me, do you ever feel like this station is a bit too... gray? Like it's missing a certain 'soul'? If I were to tell you that this vent is about to become the most beautiful spot on the moon, would you report me, or would you help me hold the ladder?
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