| "Sorry Jack," Dix says, "Haven't exactly heard of a Bleeting Lotus before. Some sort of codified mission o' yours? Sounds like something those guys from the Neon Crysanthemum would cook up." A rasp of something not quite static and not quite line noise rhythmically pulses up the line. You think that might be his equivalent of a laugh. Un-nerving, how almost alive it sounds, and yet how it matches nothing else you've ever heard. "Maybe I go take a look, see if anyone on Memory Lane knows anything. 'Cuz I don't have a clue, just yet..."
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