Who Am I?

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.]