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<You're getting this, right, Leopold?>

<...yeah, you are. Good.>

<If you're reading this, you probably already know who I am. If you don't, then, uh... how did you get here? In the tower, I mean, shit must suck. Anyway. Hi, it's Kichirō. Turns out, a lot of the security systems in this floor are directly ripped from old Buncat restaurants, which means whoever's running this had to make their system compatible with Buncat tech! And that means, this shit can be reverse-engineered. Nice job, fuckers, I'm taking you down from the inside with a discontinued Leopold model and sheer Ramsey intellect.>

<Anyway, I don't have much time to write this. I'm just putting all this into Leopold through an STT and hoping it gets through fine, in between his usual programming. If you've gotten this far, you've done all I need you to do. You've given me just a speck of authorisation into this place's tech, and that means you're all a lot less fucked. I'm gonna do all I can to fuck this thing up from the inside. I'll see if I can get into some permissions, authorise dead people's tablets into the text chat, and then I can do a lot more communicating with you all. They might come after me for this, but... fuck it. The longer I'm stuck here with these robots the more likely it is that I'm dead either way. I'd rather die helping people than doing nothing.>

<God, I sound like my dad. That was always the thing about him, he never wanted to let a day go by where he didn't better the world for someone.>

<I'm gonna see how deep into this place's systems I can get. Security, documentation, important programs: hell, might even work out who's behind all this. If I can get into the cameras, though, that's a solid first step. Not only would it be nice to see you all again, but... I'm kinda dying out here. It'd help.>

<Whatever they did to these robots, it ain't pretty. These are nothing like the original models, not in the slightest. I reckon the other floors might be the same, whatever horrors are down there. I can't tell if being executed would be worse. If the hope just makes it sting more.>

<...god, that's morbid. Anyway! Like I said, you've done all you need. As the hackermans might say, I'm in. Thank you. Don't let anyone else know that you've worked this out, I still don't know who you can trust here and I'm in more danger the more people know. I'll try and be in touch soon, but if any of you know how to weasel your way into the tablet code and authorise me from there, that'd help. Saves the effort that I'd have to put in between rounds of running from->

<Shit. Speak of the devil. Gotta go.>

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