Calli...sta?

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *shrugs* You won't get any arguments from me as far as that goes.

[Whatevr89532]

The printing seems to finish, and the blue-eyed cloaked figure offers a single piece of paper to Callista with one hand, and a pen with the other. The paper contains an agreement whose language is brief and quite straightforward:
"In exchange for ownership of Model #41517743, Callista O. Wilson Metallium agrees to provide a replacement Model of herself for sales prediction purposes and take responsibility for said Model's actions from here onward. Business disavows all ownership or involvement with the Model on signing of this agreement."
Beneath that are two lines for signatures, one on the left and one on the right; the right has 'The Business' already printed onto it in cursive.
"Please en-sure that this agreement is to your sat-isfaction," says the blue-eyed one.

[AmbushCat]

*Callista takes a minute to look over the paper. Satisfied, she signs her full name on the indicated line before offering the paper and pen back.*

Callista: Now it's a matter of giving you the data I promised. *takes out her communicator and pushes a few buttons in sequence* ...Wild Saturn? This is Calli... ...Yeah. Call the Exodus Chamber and have them put together a disc containing a copy of my collective data. ...Yes. Subtract any data on my special abilities, as well as any memories pertaining to the Infinite Defense's operations. ...Yeah, I'll fill it out next time I'm there. ...Thanks, dude. Stay frosty. Out.

*After Callista shuts down her communicator, a small portal opens overhead. The self-proclaimed Shopping Queen grabs the case that drops out of it, handing it over to the cloaked figures; the disc in it is tinted a light blue. For a fleeting moment, she almost appears professional.*

This Exodus-Infinite-Defense disc contains the data we agreed on. Approximate size is eight terabytes, and is compatible with any reader and system. Everything on it is labeled appropriately for easy reference: personality, likes and dislikes, memories, and so on and so forth. Is this satisfactory?

[Whatevr89532]

The blue-eyed figure takes the paper and pen, stowing both...somewhere beneath its cloak while Callista works to get the data. Then it uses the free hand to take the disk as well. "This should be more than ac-ceptable. Con-sider this deal con-cluded, the Mod-el is yours. We can-not provide proprietary da-ta on its pro-duction, but per-haps this will help?" It hands over a thick book titled "Sales Model Instructional Booklet" in blocky font. A quick perusal of the chapters contained therein will make it clear this book contains unnecessarily detailed descriptions of what is capable of serving as food for a human-like biology, what materials clothes can be made of, and other such things that are basically just common sense.

The red-eyed cloaked one seems to have left by now. "We are in-tending to open a few bran-ches in this uni-verse, so we hope to see you soon."

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *accepts the book* I'll keep my eyes open. Thank you.

[Whatevr89532]

"Fare-well for now." Despite being fairly robotic, there's a slight sense of happiness to the cloaked being's voice. It shimmers out the same way it shimmered in before.

[AmbushCat]

*Callista watches it leave, then puts the book away and looks around*

Callista: Well, guess I should see where my robot double went. *jogs off in the direction that the double was running in earlier*

[Whatevr89532]

There isn't much time to wait before finding her, doubled over and panting heavily with the bag of probably still some apples set down to one side. It seems like running quite that much after all the injuries was probably a bit much for her, even with the adrenaline boost. Also standing dead center in the street, on the dotted lines cars are supposed to pass each other on.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *half-sarcastically* Of all the times to be without my crossing guard uniform. *reverts to human form and crosses over to join her, keeping her eyes open for vehicles... or worse, a rampaging Elk* Hey, robot-me? Good news. You're my problem and not theirs now.

[Whatevr89532]

The double seems to instantly stand up on the word 'robot' and look around in a panicked fashion. "Ah! Rowboat? Where!?"

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *puts a hand on her shoulder* Easy there, other-me. You're safe now.

[Whatevr89532]

"O-oh...safe?" She does seem to calm down. "Wait, you atteeked ma!" she says, looking agitated again. And then, calmer and more confused: "...and then lifed me?"

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *visibly embarrassed* Yeah, um... I heard about what happened, and I felt bad for what I did. So I reimbursed those robot guys for their trouble and took you off their hands. No hard feelings?

[Whatevr89532]

"Err...OJ. Soft foolings only." She tilts her head from side to side. "They really will stop cheesang me?"

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *nods* Yes.