<span style="color: #ffff00">"clandestine? how could a public message broadcast to the universe but intended for only one being be clandestine? the whole point is so be so public, innocent and unquestionable in its intention."</span>she laughed quietly and nodded.<span style="color: #ffff00">"fair enough i suppose."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #006600">"i agree that learning should be encouraged. i assume my employment will be learning during my downtime between patients... it takes me a while to gain the trust of the locals."</span>he nodded and moved over to grab a quill and ink well before he frowned at Animus.<span style="color: #006600">"that was a terrible joke."</span>he looked over the contract again and then pursed his lips.<span style="color: #006600">"you really must stop impersonating me. i agree that everything you have described is good but i need to be able to remember any action someone might hold me responsible for. for example if someone accuses me of a crime and your clones are seen in the area and they can prove that but i say i was home then i look guilty for 'lying' about my whereabouts."</span>he checked the contract over for a third time and then laid it down and signed it and slid it over to Animus.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>