"You brought me all the way out here to discuss a real estate anomaly?"
"I brought you here because you are the anomaly, Rudy," she countered smoothly, her voice entirely devoid of human inflection.
With a quick flick of her wrist, the central holographic projector flared to life. It displayed a massive, swirling sphere of binary code, but the structured green numbers were violently infected with chaotic, flickering streaks of crimson energy.
"My memory banks are flawless," Lu Bela explained, walking around the glowing projection. "I do not forget data, and I do not experience human psychological phenomena like deja vu. However, my system has been plagued by fatal errors that defy all technological logic. Every time I attempt to run a diagnostic on these corrupted files, my core temperature spikes to critical levels."
