“I said I was thinking of relaxing the twenty-four-hour rule,” Zorian patiently reminded him. “That still applies, and you’re still going to be a test rat for that.”
He quickly gathered all the maps, brochures, and partially filled out information tables and unceremoniously thrust them at the simulacrum.
“Congratulations,” Zorian said blandly. “You just earned yourself a one-way ticket to Koth. Your job, which you have no option but to accept, is to find a way to cross more than seven thousand kilometers in less than a week. Good luck.”
“Oh, come on!” the simulacrum protested. “That’s impossible, and you know it! Hey! Hey, come back here!”
But Zorian wasn’t listening. He had less than two days to figure out what kind of nonsense his previous simulacrums had set up for him.
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