Hatsuishi Robotics Executive Correspondance
The following was recovered from Hatsuishi Robotic’s infonet. It was hidden on the server, impossible to detect unless actually jacked in.
MRN 38.9652.305.718.4003.B38 Appears to be the computer in the executive office of Mitsuo Takahashi
MRN 45.1933.771.926.0154.B38 is an unknown address
This address is secure. Only ever message me here. Never use any IP address other than the current one. Do not archive these. Are we clear?
Good then. You understand that from this moment forward you are no longer an employee of Hatsuishi Robotics, yes? You will attend to your duties, look loyal, even excel at your profession. And you will carry home your paycheck every week. But you are mine. Not BridgeCorp’s. Not Hatuishi’s. MINE. If you have any second thoughts about that, this WILL NOT WORK.
I’m YOURS. Is this all really necessary? I mean my ass is on the line here. Even if I took this to Okinawa I’d be fired and sued at best.
Perhaps, Mr. Takahashi, I have not made it clear to you the precariousness of this situation. I could not care less about the state of your ass. You are slanty-eyed grit underneath my nail. And while I am pleased that your keen nose for self preservation has led you to the conclusion that loyalty will be your only way out of this, I have much more to lose than a job, a paycheck, or even my life. This is history in the making. You have a small but frustratingly pivotal role to play in this and I will not tolerate the glib self-satisfaction of middle management drek who think that their job security compares to to the stakes of their betters. Now. Have I made myself clear? ARE YOU MINE?
Good. You’ll find a dossier when you return home. It contains instructions. Burn it after. I do not mean that metaphorically.
You said to alert you if anything in our arrangement was threatened. I have reason to believe that the Orb is showing signs of intelligence, beyond simple mimicry. I considered putting in an order to scrap it, but I thought it best to ask for your opinion.
You were right to contact me. Sentience is of little matter either way, anticipated even. Do nothing to hinder its development. Just make sure that no one else knows.
Your salvage rig just brought in the base of a statue. The men say it came from a cargo ship called the Maria D’Ore. I am very concerned that there is not a logical reason to bring this to our dock. There must be better places to fence art than a robotics research laboratory. Have you asked the CNP? Or the Yakuza? They are so much closer to you in Tacoma.
I thought I had made your role in this clear. I do not need advice from you about how I handle my operations. I only ask that you follow orders and are discreet. And the statue, as you call it, will be gone by 0600 tomorrow. Remind me what you are again?
A discreet man.
Given your previous report on the orb, I think June of 2077 is good timetable to be working on. Make sure that the project is completed by May 3rd at the very latest.
That seems doable. They are still convinced they’re working for Hatsuishi on it, so I will need a month or so to put in the paperwork. Both researchers are extremely dedicated to the project. We may have some trouble wresting it from them. But with two years notice, it may become easier over time.
If attachment proves to be a problem we will have it taken care of. Let me know if they are troublesome and I will hand over their dossiers to Mr. Vernacht.
Mr. Grough, I am not sure I understand this new set of instructions. Am I to understand that the dock here at Hatsuishi is to be used as a smuggler’s den? I don’t question your need, only how I will be able to keep this a secret. I am Projects Manager here, Wincott is hired by the Technical VP. That office is in Vancouver, but it’s close enough that there will be some oversight.
You’re scrubbing these from your hard-drive yes? Sometimes an ambitious pawn will assume that they can blackmail me by archiving their emails and using my name, as though the threat of blackmail is enough to keep my wolves at bay.That would be a very stupid move, Mitsuo.
And to answer your question: no. I only ask about the contents of the SSS Qálqaliɫ. It will be making an unscheduled stop in Everett and you are to store its cargo on your dock for a single night. You are to fabricate a work order that keeps it there for the evening. My men will have it picked up shortly thereafter. Under no circumstances are you to open the shipping container.
Cancel our plans for the night of March 5th. The venue for the concert has been moved someplace more conducive to my purposes and we will no longer be needing Hatsuishi’s dock.
Our plans have altered. You’ll need to ship me the orb this weekend instead of a month from now. I don’t care how you get it done, just make sure I have it no later than the 24th.
Not sure I can do that on such short notice, at least not without lying to the researchers. They are gonna realize something’s up Tuesday morning.
Do not test my patience. I will be coming for it on Monday morning. See that you are there Sunday night to meet with my man, McMaynard. Once I have the Orb, you are free to deal with the researchers however you like.
What about your offer to have your men deal with them?
Are you asking for my help in silencing them?
Yes. Well with Ferretti. He seemed like he wasn’t gonna back down without a fight.
And the other?
Not an issue at this time. We will see what happens on Tuesday.
Something you aren’t telling me?
No. But Ferretti. You need to deal with him. ASAP.