R3DD - Infidelity Protocol - Revision history

Natalie Bayer at 17:08, 1 May 2026

2026-05-01T17:08:40Z

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	A flash of code scrolled into her vision. It was the brief field report that was encrypted and sent off. It spelled out a small summary of what had happened, her success and her location. Once sent, there was little else for her to do. She stood up in the bathroom and finished stripping down, leaving the clothes neatly folded on the bed next to her. She lay down, still, unmoving and powered down.		A flash of code scrolled into her vision. It was the brief field report that was encrypted and sent off. It spelled out a small summary of what had happened, her success and her location. Once sent, there was little else for her to do. She stood up in the bathroom and finished stripping down, leaving the clothes neatly folded on the bed next to her. She lay down, still, unmoving and powered down.
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Natalie Bayer at 17:06, 1 May 2026

2026-05-01T17:06:45Z

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	The rhythmic rattling of an in-wall air conditioner was about the only sound inside the small room. The somewhat limited amount of space was occupied by a two person bed, adorned with cheap but clean sheets and blankets. An equally cheap bedside table and lamp nestled themselves on either side of the bed. The carpet, flat and hard from years of foot traffic, the color of day old porridge covered the floor. A small, almost useless, round table and two chairs was pushed against one corner. As if anyone would consider sitting there and drinking coffee or eating breakfast.		The rhythmic rattling of an in-wall air conditioner was about the only sound inside the small room. The somewhat limited amount of space was occupied by a two person bed, adorned with cheap but clean sheets and blankets. An equally cheap bedside table and lamp nestled themselves on either side of the bed. The carpet, flat and hard from years of foot traffic, the color of day old porridge covered the floor. A small, almost useless, round table and two chairs was pushed against one corner. As if anyone would consider sitting there and drinking coffee or eating breakfast.

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	A flash of code scrolled into her vision. It was the brief field report that was encrypted and sent off. It spelled out a small summary of what had happened, her success and her location. Once sent, there was little else for her to do. She stood up in the bathroom and finished stripping down, leaving the clothes neatly folded on the bed next to her. She lay down, still, unmoving and powered down.		A flash of code scrolled into her vision. It was the brief field report that was encrypted and sent off. It spelled out a small summary of what had happened, her success and her location. Once sent, there was little else for her to do. She stood up in the bathroom and finished stripping down, leaving the clothes neatly folded on the bed next to her. She lay down, still, unmoving and powered down.
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Natalie Bayer at 17:06, 1 May 2026

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	The rhythmic rattling of an in-wall air conditioner was about the only sound inside the small room. The somewhat limited amount of space was occupied by a two person bed, adorned with cheap but clean sheets and blankets. An equally cheap bedside table and lamp nestled themselves on either side of the bed. The carpet, flat and hard from years of foot traffic, the color of day old porridge covered the floor. A small, almost useless, round table and two chairs was pushed against one corner. As if anyone would consider sitting there and drinking coffee or eating breakfast.		The rhythmic rattling of an in-wall air conditioner was about the only sound inside the small room. The somewhat limited amount of space was occupied by a two person bed, adorned with cheap but clean sheets and blankets. An equally cheap bedside table and lamp nestled themselves on either side of the bed. The carpet, flat and hard from years of foot traffic, the color of day old porridge covered the floor. A small, almost useless, round table and two chairs was pushed against one corner. As if anyone would consider sitting there and drinking coffee or eating breakfast.

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Natalie Bayer at 22:40, 16 July 2025

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	Cybil’s body stumbled weirdly forward for a few steps and then toppled to the ground. Her arms twitched and spasmed as the last remnants of both power and data surged through the limbs. Her hands remained clenched in a tight fist and flopped heavily against the floor for a few moments before they ran out of power and then slowly sank to the ground. Likewise her legs chugged and churned, running at an opponent that had already won. The movement caused her torso to wriggle and sway. Time was short, and Weslyn knew it. She needed to end this, now. In order to facilitate a more expedient end she knelt down over the still powered torso of her rival and pulled her arm back, forming her fingers into a knife edge. Then in an all too swift motion rammed her hand into the back of Cybil’s torso. She felt wires, cables, tubing and components. She rooted around for a moment until she felt the warmth of what could only be a power supply. She took hold of it, and whatever else she could grip and yanked it out.		Cybil’s body stumbled weirdly forward for a few steps and then toppled to the ground. Her arms twitched and spasmed as the last remnants of both power and data surged through the limbs. Her hands remained clenched in a tight fist and flopped heavily against the floor for a few moments before they ran out of power and then slowly sank to the ground. Likewise her legs chugged and churned, running at an opponent that had already won. The movement caused her torso to wriggle and sway. Time was short, and Weslyn knew it. She needed to end this, now. In order to facilitate a more expedient end she knelt down over the still powered torso of her rival and pulled her arm back, forming her fingers into a knife edge. Then in an all too swift motion rammed her hand into the back of Cybil’s torso. She felt wires, cables, tubing and components. She rooted around for a moment until she felt the warmth of what could only be a power supply. She took hold of it, and whatever else she could grip and yanked it out.

	Like her arms, the remnants of power ran out and then she sank to the ground.		Like her arms, the remnants of power ran out and then she sank to the ground.

	Her head had rolled under Ravindra’s desk. Like her body, it sprayed a momentary jolt of electricity out of the remnants of her neck as circuits and wires never meant to touch one another were suddenly shorted out. There was a single pop as something inside of her head burst and put an end to her existence. All while her face remained unchanged. Stoic and unfazed to the end.		Her head had rolled under Ravindra’s desk. Like her body, it sprayed a momentary jolt of electricity out of the remnants of her neck as circuits and wires never meant to touch one another were suddenly shorted out. There was a single pop as something inside of her head burst and put an end to her existence. All while her face remained unchanged. Stoic and unfazed to the end.
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	A flash of code scrolled into her vision. It was the brief field report that was encrypted and sent off. It spelled out a small summary of what had happened, her success and her location. Once sent, there was little else for her to do. She stood up in the bathroom and finished stripping down, leaving the clothes neatly folded on the bed next to her. She lay down, still, unmoving and powered down.		A flash of code scrolled into her vision. It was the brief field report that was encrypted and sent off. It spelled out a small summary of what had happened, her success and her location. Once sent, there was little else for her to do. She stood up in the bathroom and finished stripping down, leaving the clothes neatly folded on the bed next to her. She lay down, still, unmoving and powered down.

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