Not Russian Enough

Chapter 11: Notabadguy

"Okay Samantha. I'm ready. Let's do this. Let's go in. Cynthia, how are you doing?"

Cynthia stopped and thought for a second. "Yeah, I'm ready. I suppose I'm ready anyway... I don't know. I can't believe how unsure I am about all of this. It's so much... but yeah, I'm ready to go in and talk at least."

"Djonk," reasuured Samanth... Svetzelg... yeah, no, yeah, Samantha. "It is being quite a thing. Ethical evil science is no easy thing. And this is your husband's mind we're talking about here. I am getting it. But let me be reassuring you, we will take care. The NAVAL implants have been proven to be safe, and this one is being custom made just for Richardsky. It will only be blocking what you are telling us to be blocking. Are you okay with this?"

"Yeah. I suppose so," sighed Cynthia. "I... yeah... let's do this."

Samantha... yeah no, that's her name. Yeah, Samantha opened the door and let us in.

"Jase... Jase... Jase... no, no, I'm... I'm gonna get it right. Yosef! There it is. Yosef! It's been fivever! How have you been? It's so good to finally see you!"

"Da! Yesky! It's so very good to seeing you! Oh man, how is my favorite hat wearing detective doing?"

"Oh, you know me. I'm just great as usual. How about you?"

"I'm being extatic right now! Oh da, how's the [redacted] holding up back home?"

"The [redacted]... well it's... it's uh... can we talk about that later? I've, let's get Cynthia's thing done first."

"Yes," exclaimed Cynthia, "I had a few questions first."

"Da Cynthie, go ahead."

"The um... this uh... this one. Specifically this implant. It's gonna be different from the others yeah?"

"Da"

"Good, but like, how different? He won't be yelling about how good NAVAL implants are, will he? Cause I don't want that. No offense, but I don't want him to be all, NAVAL implanty, you know what I'm saying?"

"No worries," assured Yosef, "This one will have a custom program, made exactly for him. All that it will do, is prevent him from knowing the stuff you say is unsafe for him to know. He could rediscover it a thousand times and it will just fall right out of his brain, but you need to tell me what it is he will be forgetting, because this thing will only be programmed once. One filter. What is it?"

"Can I tell you privately? And how safe is this room?" asked Cynthia.

"We're pretty far underground, and da, we can excuse everyone else out of the room. All of you go."

We left while Cynthia and Yosef... you know what. For just this one second, screw it. I'm tired of everyone changing name all the time. Samantha and I and everyone else left the room while Ann Source and Jaseph Notabadguy talked thier secret crap.

Always with the name changes.

So annoying.

He's got a point. The name changes are hard to keep up with.

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