Amanystria returns to his desk one fine summer afternoon, to find somebody familiar sitting in his chair. Or, somebody who should be familiar, but is less familiar than he should be. The thing is, this old man who's occupying his seat is unmistakably the same 30-something somnistate that visited him months ago, but. He's old. In his 60s by the look of him, and his eyes are a normal brown. But that smug smile on his face? That's definitely the same smile.
"Hello. Amanystria Tokumei, if my calculations are correct? An expert in anti-memetics?"
He reaches out a hand to shake. "It was very hard to find you. What was less hard was evading your organization's security. You really need to harden this place against probabilistic infiltration. I literally just walked right in."
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Amanystria sighs, checking her watch before putting down her cup of coffee.
"When Dr Forrest told me I should expect an ‘interesting guest’, they never specified it was someone familiar. Oh, and don't worry about security, Kintraka and her colleagues rarely worry about guests of your stature and position. Oh, and to answer your question, I have PhD in both antimemetics and memetics, so I suppose that would make me a sort of expert in a way. Now, if you wouldn't mind letting me take my seat, that would be much appreciated."
