Jude had barely had time to cock his head one way, looking at the crimson orb surrounded by death, before the unexpected happened. It spoke.<br/><br/><em>You're not supposed to be able to speak,</em>he thought.<em>You're only supposed to be able to mimic.</em><br/><br/>Even as his eyes narrowed in suspicion, he felt a well of panic begin to tug somewhere in the core of his stomach. He fought it down knowing now was not the time to let his head get the best of him.<br/><br/>There were many questions he wanted to ask aloud.<em>How do you know my name? Or, is there someone outside? Wait, so you can talk? Can you talk? Is this a test?</em>Instead of speaking, he took out a pen and the file, and immediately jotted down what the AI had said. He'd been told strictly to not engage. He wasn't going to mess this up in the first few minutes at least.<br/><br/>Drawing a slithering slow breath into his lungs, puffing out his chest and stomach, Jude looked between the guards and the specimen. Then, he looked around for any cameras.