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"FARMS? Holy Seventh! This... yeah, probably best to discuss it with the heads first."
"Sir, did you just want to create a farm on the station?"
"No."
"Right, because that is ridiculous."
"Anyway, we do have an AI leader here, and I'm fine with that. I designed a half of him anyways, but at some point he went rogue and killed the previous leader, shortly speaking, but Hexer, that android, did so many great things that even I forgave myself and him for usurping the seat. Now the ex-leader is brought back alive by, whoops, classifieds, and refused to take back his place simply because how great is Hexer controlling the Offworld. There's one guy who's constantly bothering us with improper flying, as if we have any clue to do that, we're engineers, and Hexer installed a, darn, classified thing into him so now another classified thing haunts him for the rest of his life. Yes, I am concealing my own inventions, but both N and Hexer think it's for the best. Anyway, our airlocks are always open for you."
"Nice speech, sir."
"You don't have to."
A robotic voice interjects.
"Did someone say... artificial intelligence? Haha... yes, we are in near-full right here... as you may see-"
"One, two, three, four..."
"ASSWIPE! Isn't there a harmless method of silencing me?"
"There is, and it's called turning off."
Transmission end