An internal communications log bulk-sourced by AI. Irrelevant entries have been omitted.
██/██, AE 2158 "The Bigwig": Hey, Spiky. "Spiky": Sir! "The Bigwig": You know why I called you in? "Spiky": Because I show up at every company event, give my all for the Amber Lord, and I've been playing Roboball with the higher-ups on the regular... The brass finally decided to invest in me? "The Bigwig": Hate to break it to you, but the brass is just like the Amber Lord. They couldn't care less about our hard work. Take another guess. "Spiky": Then it's... the Information Security Department has another bad debt to clean up. "The Bigwig": Sharp as ever. I like that. "The Bigwig": You heard about that job in Astropolis, right? "Spiky": The funds got approved? "The Bigwig": Yep. And I intercepted them. "The Bigwig": You've smoothed over a lot of messes for us. Consider this your reward. Five hundred million credits total. Three hundred million for you, one hundred million for me. "The Bigwig": I've already plugged the holes. Nobody's gonna know who did it. Just log into the account and transfer the funds yourself. "Spiky": This... this... Could it be... Are you my long-lost father!? "The Bigwig": Alright, alright. There are still some loose ends I need you to tie up. That good with you? "Spiky": Good? Of course it's good! You could ask me to pull the spikes right off my head and I'd do it!
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Prometheus Summary: The above is a communication record between "Spiky" and Information Security Department specialist "The Bigwig." Both sides have reached a consensus on the matter of intercepting the Astropolis project funding, and did so with such wit and humor that it's hard not to crack a smile. Would you like me to generate a mind map for you?