<span style="color: #99ffff">“Me? No, of course not. I would just suggest that she be punished for demonstrating such cruelty to her creations. A few years in a black hole perhaps.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">“So stubborn. I’ll see you back at the city for lunch.”</span>He teleported her back to her room but remained on the giant.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30059">“Threats only work when the target has a sense of self preservation. We’re not like Nalo, we were created to emulate life, not create it. We’re nothing more than failed experiments. But I am authorized to maintain and control the Animus. So damaging me is ill-advised.” </span>She looked over her screen and Order could see her inspecting a map of Animus’ complex and all of the secondary and tertiary cores and generators.<span style="color: #b30059">“I have access to everything you need. But I’m immobile. Take me to the primary core and I can give you access to everything. Darius, my chair.”</span>The man nodded and brought over a wheelchair, then helped Sonia into it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>