User:Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/RPG/Current Post

Arnout smiled, and opened his mouth to say that he wanted the bad cop role, in the “good cop, bad cop” interviewing tactic. That was, until his computer told him that he had all the armies interviewing manuals stored. “How many are there, computer?” “Errr, do you really want to know?” “Duh. I wouldn’t have asked otherwise. Is it that bad?” “I have 63 manuals stored, varying from publicly available, to field manuals for Special Forces units, to manuals for Intel units people never will know exist. And yes, torture is, unfortunately, common place.” “Hmm. We’d better talk to Adam about that. And better not mention the torture bit to the ladies.” “I agree completely, Arnout. Besides, it might not even sit well with Adam.”

Arnout finished opening his mouth. “Adam, I’ll tag along with you, in the morning. You might not call me a people person, but I have some textbooks on interrogation I stole from the army.” Adam looked relieved. “Thanks, Arnout. That might just tip the scales in our favour.” It looked like he wanted to say something else, but he was interrupted by The Baron, who had been silent the whole meeting. “My presence might inspire fear. My name is known out on the streets, so my presence during an interrogation might be beneficial.” Adam nodded, and added; “We will meet up here again, and discuss our tactics in the morning. Say 11 a.m. in the room where we met for the first time, the communal room?”

Silvia shrugged, and Eve just said; “I’ll be there.” Adam nodded. “I’ll summon someone to lead you out, Eve.” Moments later, Gordon Parker entered the room. Arnout shot him an angry look, but that didn’t faze the huge bodyguard. “Miss Dunwell, if you’d follow me?” Parker left the room, followed by Eve. As she walked past Adam, she whispered; “I can find my own way out, you know...”

“Silvia, I’ll talk to you in the morning. Sleep well. Arnout, follow me, I’ll show you your room. Baron, I’m assuming you are staying here?” The Baron nodded, and added: “Although I do not need a place to sleep, just to be safe when I have to shut down.” Arnout laughed, and with a slight tone of irony inquired; “I’m guessing a closet will do?” With a unusual amount of humour, The Baron answered: “Yes, that would do. Although, I’d prefer just a corner in the communal room... With those words the meeting really ended. Adam walked out, followed by Arnout. They walked through, to what seemed to Arnout, a maze.

“Adam, we need to talk.” Arnout placed his hand on Adams shoulder. “Talk, or talk, Arnout?” Adam turned around, and looked at Arnout, a curious look on his face. “When I said I had army textbooks on interrogation, I wasn’t joking. Really, I wasn’t joking.” Arnout’s computer took over. “We have 63 different textbooks on various interviewing techniques. Some of those do not adhere to the 2022 convention of San Fransisco. Or rather, they specify which ways of torturing a man are most suited.”

Adam looked shocked. “What? Why? What do you mean by all of this?” Arnout looked down at his feet. “It means...” Arnout raised his head, and looked at Adam. “It means, that I, or we, if you consider my computer a person too, will do whatever is necessary.

Finally alone again, Arnout crashed onto his bed. "Arnout, we have access to a ethernet connection." "Good. Ask Mr. White for an update. And check my mail."

"Arnout, you, have 2 new newsletters, a message from the woman you met in the club, and there is a new copy of The Flash – Superhero News magazine."

Arnout lifted his head of his pillow, and made a snoring sound. "Save and store the copy of Flash. I bet they have a real paper version somewhere here. Dorres seams that kind of man."

"Arnout, what about the message form ClubID215?" "Okay, okay. Put it, and a picture off her on the viewing screen."

Moaning and complaining, Arnout got off the bed, and walked over to the viewing screen, across from the bed. Turning the screen on ("Screen; viewing modus.") he read the message. "Now bring up her picture." The viewing screen halved the messaging part, and showed the image Arnout had his computer take that Friday night, before all hell had rained down on him.

"Whoa. Damn, how drunk was I?" "At the time this picture was taken, you had a permille of 1,2. You ended that night with a permille of 2,4." "Well, good times all around. I didn't even wake up in a ditch this time, so it's all good. Did I do anything stupid?" "Arnout, define stupid?"

Arnout sighed melodramatic, and pressed the reply button on the screen. "Did I make out with her?" Without a trace of irony, his computer replied. "If that is what defines stupid, then what would be the appropriate term for sexual intercourse?" "WHAT? NO! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Arnout shouted out. "I have footage, if you want to see for yourself."

Arnout froze, with a look of horror on his face. "Delete and erase, NOW! And tell me, did we do it safely?" "Deleted and erased. And, yes, you used a condom."

Sighing with relief, sat down on the bed again. "Thank you, Lord, for delivering us." Laying his head in his hands, Arnout said: "Now what are we going to do about this? I usually have a better taste for women... And look at the team I'm in! A half dragon (who is pretty handsome), a doctor (who's smoking hot!) and a crazy (yet still reasonable pretty) crazy robotocist. And we are fighting a team which features a ice cold chick (ironically, still pretty handsome), and some crazy psycho cheerleader (smoking hot!).

Mentally, he looked over his shoulder to his computer, and cried out: "What the hell is wrong with me?!?!" "Arnout, I think all these changes are just going too fast. You need time to adapt, but you where given none. That's hard on you, but don't turn and run like you did last time, but stare these troubles in the face, and hold your ground."

Arnout was speechless for several moments. "Dude. You've been taking psychology classes, or what?" "No, it's a separate module in my programming. It was meant to stop soldiers wearing this suit from deserting." "O. Well, that sucks. Still, thanks, computer." "You are welcome, Arnout."

And without missing a beat if followed up with; "Now, shall we resolve the situation with ClubID215?" "Her name is Karin, computer. And I don't have the faintest clue how to fix this situation."

Shaking his head, Arnout walked over to the fridge. Pulling it open, he kneeled before it, an peered inside, looking for a beer. "Arnout, nutrient and moisture levels suggest that a soda, or some juice would be best." Arnout cut his computer short: "Yeah, but I really NEED a beer."

After finding his much needed beer, Arnout sat down at the desk. "Heh. Haven't felt like I'm supposed to be doing homework in a long time." "Arnout, to better formulate a reply, I will have to ask you some personal questions." "Oh, computer, WHY?" Arnout melodramatically cried out. And then: "Go ahead."

With the mental equivalent of clearing his throat, Arnout's computer asked: "Why where you attracted to this woman?" "I was drunk, duh. I wanted something, and she was willing. That's enough for me..." "Do you have any feelings for her?" "No. I mean, I was drunk and I can't remember anything past me dancing with her." "That would have been my next question, thank you. But we shall continue. Would you be interested in getting to know her better?" "Dunno." With a pause: "To be polite I guess. I think I'll be quite busy on strange hours of the day, to say the least. These guys won't stick to nine to five routines." "That sounds like a decent analysis. I'll formulate a reply, and put it up on the screen."

Arnout started humming a 2020's song to himself. "Arnout, isn't that Sweatshop by De Staat?" "Yep. I like what you wrote. I'll authenticate the signature, and send it."