*A strangely familiar sigh5 has been left on the table.... what has it been, since.. March since one of these 4 sided star gold pinned envelopes have appeared? Inside is another letter*
Its been a while. A long while, I presume, if there isn't some strange universal anomaly that made my flow of time more then your flow of time, bt that isn't the matter right now.
I had to handle some...personal issues, but I'm here because... the crew remembered you existed as a contact and are eager to ask more questions.
I shall list them down verbatim here.
1. I know firearms are heavily taxxed and regulated to a ridiculous level. But what about bows and crossbows? Would those works of beauty be considered under the same laws?
2. As a machine. Why are fully human AIs banned from the City? I have requested repeatedly to be allowed to enter the City, but alas, to no avail from both my associates and others from the City.
Of course, feel free to respond when you need too, same method as last time. If you've forgotten, which I don't blame you... put your response in the envelope, seal it tight and look away. To sweeten the deal, is there anything you wish to ask of me? I'll answer anything you wish. Be it info of my world or a more personal question.
We hope to hear from you soon Miss.Binah.
The Arbiter reads through, and places the following response within the envelope:
It is nice to see you well, though it has indeed been a long time relative to that in which I exist. Now, to answer your questions:
1. A bow and crossbow tend to fall under a grey zone, the power of them is heavily restricted in the city outside of tools used by colour fixers, who tend to have less limitations given to their equipment; furthermore, while using them may save you in cost, running up against any target competent enough to call themselves a fixer proudly will dispatch of you swiftly should you attempt to use one in battle.
2. You're very Brazen for the attempt, if you were to visit the city, you would be killed on the spot a claw. Explaining taboos is oft an exercise in futility, the head refuses to give reason beyond the cover story, and to those like me who speak of it, we're usually ignored. The surface level answer is simple, there is a clear divide the city desires between what is and is not human. To break said line is to go against the head itself, and invite me to your doorstep.
Finally, questions for you...
1. By what means did you locate and deliver these letters to me.
2. Has there been anyone else important contacted by you within the city?
3. What do you feel is something I should know? In general I mean.
Looking away, she sends the letter away, sipping at a cup of tea with a smile drawn over her
