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An appointment had been scheduled with no name given.
A SIMULACRUM who wanted a substance simulator, a software cultivated in the underground scene that still had a foot in its early development stage. A client coming from such a top tier modder, anyone in the scene would be hard-pressed to turn down, name or no name. Successful work off of her referral would be a gold star for the reputation - not to mention that this was a client who could PAY if he normally afforded her services.
But not an easy one. Simulacra were notoriously difficult to mod to begin with. This one was rough around the edges, she'd said. A lot of VERY ROUGH edges, she'd said, and she clearly hadn't just meant the programming. Her advice had been to be patient but not a doormat.
Whichever entrance Revenant used, he didn't make a sound. 6'8" mechanical frame all but materialized in the back, helping himself to the shop floor having seen the modder WAITING for him at the front. Golden glow took in the space, whatever decor and equipment it housed, the signs of its use. He had already made a sweep to ensure his stipulations had been respected: that they would be ALONE, and that any camera feeds were switched off.
Only when he'd had his fill of looking over the workshop did he deign to make himself known, taking a leisurely seat at the desk. Slouching there and allowing the chair to creak as he made an idle spin back and forth in it. Reached to rest a plain leather satchel he'd brought with him on the desk - observing the keyboard, stray cabling, various data drives and other bits and pieces that had been left there.













