A few minutes later...
Emir, whose face now sported a nice pair of sunglasses, stood before his supervisor.
It was the same elderly man who was watching them on the bus.
A hologram of a binding contract stood between them.
[It's all good.]
[Alright.]
Lyra made sure that it was safe and gave him the go-ahead.
Emir signed it, and as the paper turned into particles of light, the elder before him said:
"Your AI must be quite good for you to sign it so quickly."
Emir chuckled.
"That would be an understatement, Sir."
[That's right!]
"Well, no matter how amazing it is, there's no connection down there, so say your goodbyes now."
The supervisor left after saying those words.
[You heard him.]
[Yes, I did… Good luck in there, prince. And make sure the nanobots are good to go.]
[I did for the millionth time, Ly; don't worry. I'll be fine.]
