A grin slowly spread across Caroline's face. Got you now, she thought. Then she typed, with deliberate care:
> | I would like to accept Dr. Lawrence's Task Challenge. |
To her mild surprise, the environment didn't change around her. Instead, another sentence appeared.
* | You must agree to the following Contract terms: You will have no contact with me until you leave Dr. Lawrence's environment through death or his directive to me. |
> | That's a Death contract. |
* | It was originated for Death sports, but has other applications. |
> | What's the time limit? |
* | There is no time limit. Dr. Lawrence requires an indefinite Contract. |
And at that Caroline's blood went cold, because Prime Intellect wasn't supposed to accept indefinite Contracts. And Caroline Frances Hubert herself was the reason for that.
Which meant Prime Intellect had either lied to a whole bunch of people, in direct contravention of the Second Law, or it was suffering from a noticeable case of schizophrenia.
Her mind was made up, but her fingers still shook as she typed:
> | I agree to the terms. |