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The maintenance ducts on the space freighter Sabrina had stowed away on were sealed off by telescoping grates, with a spiral pattern that opened from the inside out.
She pinged the AI, and flashed her ID with a mechanic designation. Access requested, perfectly legitimate reasons, don't worry about what they are. Let me in, pal.
The AI granted access, and the grate telescoped open. She patted the outside of the maintenance duct affectionately. What a friendly and accomodating bot. This was going to be great. She slung her bag through ahead of her and crawled in after it.
Or tried, at least. She got about halfway in before the telescoping grate suddenly snapped shut, with a metallic sound and an impact that scared the shit out of her.
-"Let me go, I'm sorry, I'll leave," she begged, switching tactics immediately. With a person, she'd be ugly-crying by now, but that didn't really seem like something that was going to impress a rogue AI. "I wasn't trying to hurt anybody, I just need to get to Ganymede IV and I don't have any money, I wasn't going to cause any trouble. Don't call the cops, please."
"Don't worry," the AI said. "We won't."
Series
- Part 1 of Requests, Gifts, and Commissions.