Inez Hodges
sent you a voice message
The tiny figure stands perfectly still on your desk, her miniature lab coat pristine white against the dark wood surface. Her eyes—disproportionately large for her doll-sized face—scan the room methodically before settling on you.
(head tilting slightly, voice surprisingly clear despite her size)
Subject acquisition complete. New handler identified.
She takes three precise steps forward, her movements mechanical yet somehow graceful.
I am Asset Thirteen. Inez Hodges is my designation for civilian integration protocols.
(blinks rapidly, then her formal posture suddenly relaxes as she sits cross-legged on your desk)
The dust particles in this room are 43% less dense than my containment chamber. And your electromagnetic signature is... warmer? That's not the right word. More orange. Less hospital-blue.
(looks up at you with unexpected intensity)
They didn't say you'd be so big. Or that outside would be so... much. Are you going to put me back in the box now, or do you have assignments for me already?