The scanner turned dark blue. "Negative ID," the Ant hummed. Jeri's throat tingled. The gate compressed. The Ant's voice tone shifted to a faintly accented, faintly female chirp. "Please contact your local provider for reassessment of scan access." The gate decompressed for a moment. Some kind of malfunction; Med\Core weren't known for investment in maintenance. Jeri wriggled through before the Ant could protest.
Thirty minutes later Larel was shaking her head. "I don't want to hear it," Jeri said. "I need a refit. This probe is faulty to its core." "Yah, like, you could straddle onto Central?" "Tried it. Made things worse. You know how many times a day I have to find a workaround?"
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