Parroting was the correct response, but on-board systems indicated that it was, in fact, late evening. The phrase was facetious, hints of fruity sarcasm and genuine pleasure mixed with personal pride and sense of accomplishment. It was more precisely ’You’re awake." Pointing out the discrepancy served nothing but annoyance, and being awake at all was something of a victory.The lab was different, mostly because it wasn’t the lab at all. Dr. Ozaki’s fat face was haloed with incandescent light. The ceiling wasn’t cold, glossy tiles, but translucent, living granite that had been patterned ostentatiously with knotwork and precious metals.
The good doctor grinned again. “Oh good, the brogue seems less. Say something else.”
Redundancy. Not answering a question was an obvious way to prompt the asker to further, if frustrated, speech. "Where is this. "
“Maybe gone even.”
There was a faint flashing, like a someone using a red laserpointer to morse code his brain through his visual feed. His claws’ locks clicked in his fingers with the Safety mode. Do not harm or injure Amakusa corp employees.
“Eaaaasy. Eaaaaaaasy, " the doctor pet his limbs, cuing some field interactions and an endorphin release in his brain.
“Where is here?”
“You’re the only they got out before the labs were destroyed. Its going to be up to three of you until the new equipment is finished and suitable raw materials-”
“-ah. .. . . .. are located and the designs reinitialized.”
“where is here?”
“Your GyPS should be able to pinpoint it. You are networked. "
Mention of it brought the text scroll up, a nanosecond flash of a location and town name that didn’t immediately have any meaning. It wasn’t Earth, the Moon, or Mars.