An internal communications log bulk-sourced by AI. Irrelevant entries have been omitted.
██/██, AE 2158 "Hustler": Where's my coffee mug? "Rookie": Here you go, Mr. Belfengor. Oh, and why do you have so many Cosmic Big Lotto tickets on your desk? "Hustler": That's... none of your business. "Hustler": Also, we use nicknames on the clock. How'd my full name end up in your mouth? "Rookie": Oh, sorry, my apologies! So about the project budget... "Hustler": Soon, soon. Let me go bug the boss again.
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██/██, AE 2158 "Hustler": Chief, the funds have been disbursed, but something about the numbers feels... off to me. "Vacationer": Don't overthink it. It's all procurement costs and standard operating expenses. You know as well as I do how pricey Astropolis gets. A single mug can run you fifty thousand credits. "Hustler": ...Really? I don't remember the preliminary cost estimates looking anything like this. "Vacationer": Hah, didn't think you'd catch that. Can't put anything past the hardest-working accountant in the department. "Vacationer": Go on, check your account again. "Hustler": Th-That's a lot of money! What is the meaning of this? "Vacationer": You're a smart one. Some things are better left unspoken. What happens here stays between you, me, and the skies above. "Hustler": Isn't this... against the rules? If the audit department finds out... "Vacationer": Heh. Rules? Regulations are just another wall built in the name of the Preservation. If you play by the book for everything, you'll end up getting nothing done. "Hustler": Understood. All for the Amber Lord.
Prometheus Summary: The above is a recorded exchange between two IPC workers, "Hustler" and "Vacationer," regarding project funding. "Hustler" flagged a financial discrepancy in the project, only to be offered a bribe by "Vacationer" to keep quiet. The two of them went back and forth, mouths running a mile a minute. Quite the lively little standoff. Shall I condense it further for you?