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Naturally, Tim doesn't seem convinced. He's too skeptical. Too cautious. "Any good programer trying to pass a program off as human will find a way to implement natural human attributes," he reminds.

Carefully, he leans back in his seat, folding his arms low across his stomach. "No," he confirms reluctantly, "it doesn't have to be since it can be accessed by anyone that is given clearance. Or, like, has an account.

"Why distract us with a fake building, though? That just sounds as if they've got some worse stuff to hide."

"But when does it cross the line, then? Does the programming ever get too good? Can you program in individuality? Let alone self-identity, awareness of another? We're back to that 'ghost' idea, all the things that, supposedly, you can't program in." He shakes his head. "There's somebody at the keyboard."

"That's actually my next move, personally," Togusa tilts his cup towards himself. "The building. Construction permits, zoning ordinances, a leasing agreement, something had to get signed with somebody's name in order for that to happen. And, with luck, all that stuff is public record. Just need somebody willing to take the time to go through it."

"Like I said earlier, patience."

The nerd that he is, Tim wants to vouch on the side of science fiction, but he keeps his mouth shut, lacking substantial evidence. Maybe someone had finally figured out a way to create artificial intelligence with a complex, individual consciousness. But no one had ever seen it, so that's irrelevant.

"Retrospec could be padding the pockets of anyone organizing that kind of data." Already running into the roadblock with the app and its security, Tim is leaning on that being the case.

But maybe if keeping quiet was the only part of the deal, Tim can find out information his own way. Strangely, Tim seems boosted again in morale, enough to start drinking the iced coffee.

"Not gonna find out until we look at it," Togusa shrugs. But Tim seems in better spirits, closer to where Togusa is at. "It's not a dead end yet. We're going to keep going through it all."

"That does leave up the question of how much more you want to be involved, though. You're not contracted, but my group is still lacking someone with your skill set that knows about the app. I'd tell you that your instincts with the server were right, don't do anything that puts you or your personal equipment at risk."

But what is Tim in this for? Does he just want his answers? Togusa laid out his priorities pretty clearly the last time they met. "But if you want out, now's a good time to press the eject button."

The part inside Tim thirsting for greatness is screaming about perpetual involvement. The part of Tim trying to look as calm and uninterested as possible is trying its best to keep him that way.

His eyes drop down to the envelope again. Even if Tim was too paranoid to wait, Togusa held up that end of the deal despite the results being nothing. Just a little, Tim smiles, boyish.

"I could," he admits. "But Retrospec isn't going to stop being shady. It's innocent now; next time, it might not be. In the future, it might be worse, more dangerous. I want to stop that from happening." And he wants the personal recognition. "If you give me a legal shield," and an arm into police intel, he thinks, "I'll give you my skill set when you need it."

Togusa has to weigh Tim's words carefully. He's focused on Retrospec. Like with some of his colleagues, this is more about 'catch the bad guy' than 'protect the people.' More. But not completely. That urge is still in there. And Togusa can work with that.

"I don't have the authority to bring you on formally. But you have a deal. And, let's keep in mind that a 'legal shield' as you put it can protect you from any consequences related to Retrospec only." Just in case you get smart.

"But all right." This is Togusa's best bet. Deep down he knows this is a bad sign, but maybe he's found another person like Shirogane, someone else with a lot of skill who just needs a push in the right direction.

The reassuring smile he gives Tim seems to say he understands, but really it means he will just think of workable ways to call some of what he does Retrospec Business. "I'd rather not be formally linked with the police.

"Not that you guys are bad, and not that I'm bad. I think it's just easier for everyone involved if I'm ghost." And not leaving a linking trail. "Thanks for your help, by the way," he says, reaching out to brush the envelope as indication before bringing it toward himself. He doesn't pick it up and put it away; leaves it tucked neatly at the edge of the table.

"I'm in the Lincoln building at the university. My dorm, I mean. If you need to find me."

"You're welcome. It wasn't really any trouble." Well, Tim probably knows how much trouble it was, and Togusa went to as much trouble as was safe to.

Togusa blinks in surprise, that Tim would be willing to give up that kind of information, but he nods. "In case of it, thank you. I live not far from the University, if you'd prefer to keep these meetings in person, and," a small smile, "outside of the Department."

Togusa finishes his drink and stands up. "I'll keep you in the loop if anything changes." But they need to think carefully before they make another play at Retrospec.

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