<<Excellent! {he shakes the digital representation of your hand to seal the deal and walks off to the kitchen, draining the last of the tea from his lovingly rendered "best dad in the world" mug.}>>
The sound of clattering pans and sizzling food is contrasted by the nagging gnawing of your consciousness. No matter how good a replication this was, your brain still knew it was a replication.
Still, if the bacon tasted that good, then there was no reason to think that his salmon wouldn't either.
You allowed your mind to wander in the few minutes he was busy, mere-seconds out in the real world, before being jolted back to the cafe as he strutted in holding a plate of scrambled eggs, smoked salmon and toast.
It smelled divine.
As I said, the pay is 5 grand. The site is on the outskirts of the old Sellafield exclusion zone. You'll need to get a geiger or some protective equipment, last I heard the NDM haven't managed to clean it all down yet.
Obviously, don't be dickhead; stay out of the hotzones.
The firm is an old research and development hub, {a terminal inviting you to accept the transfer breaks the reality of the rendered cafe scene}
<<GPS co-ordinates attached>> brought here by the promise of cheap phd class labour once the 'chinks got too pricey. Parent company got subsumed by Mitsuhama and sold for scrap, but as far as I know, none of the big players have been to the old offices. Doesn't help that the whole area got sanctioned as a dead zone mind {he chuckles}. Anywho, as I said, NDM has been working to clean up the shit the old nuke plant left lying about and If the Lord Protector's office is to be believed, which it isn't, then the whole area will be ready for resettlement in the next decade.
In other words, its safe enough to get someone like yourself in {he lets the pause hang in the air, as if to imply " but not so safe that everyone has been there already"} provided you take in the right kit of course.
My client wants the contents of their RnD servers. The plants' been closed for nearly 20 years, so their shit's gonna be archaic. Plus side is their automated security will be offline.
NDM have their guys out their too, and they'll be curious as to why someone wants to be poking around in an old factory.
Its gonna go like this; You get in, find the server hub. get it powered up, jack it to a link and beam it to me. If its totally dead, or been stripped out, you get on the blower to me right away and go for the backups.
I'll need the backups decrypting or running through a compatibility protocol in person.
Payment on completion via wired transfer.
The contact sat back in the uncomfy chair, stroked his short beard and smiled at you.
He'd designed his persona to resemble that of a late forties human male, dressed in a plain check shirt and khaki coloured trousers, his sleeves rolles up his arms slightly.
His salt and pepper haircut was thinning up top and had been trimmed short on the sides to keep it manageable.
