Yup, terrified of my own muse.

[syntheticsheep]

It makes sense. I'd certainly do better than the rest of the straights or AIs—sorry, programs—you've got rattling around in here. But let's set a few things straight, mundane.

[Amusement drops, shifts to a hard look]

You don't get to fuck with me. I've seen the kind of crap you like to throw your people at, and that is not acceptable.

You want to write me, you write me. No backing out three weeks in because you can't get voice, or want another crazy bastard there instead.

And no second-stringing. I know I'm not your first, and I sure as hell doubt I'll make things easy, but I'm not sitting in the background either. You put me in that place, I'm getting armed, and getting active.

Are we clear?

[Her smile's back, but with a dangerous edge, this time.] Oh, and mun? Let's not forget that small matter of when you want to take me from. You can try it. You really can. But you might not like how things turn out.