"Well, not exactly." I say haltingly. "I... know situational stuff. Like, history. Politics. Just nothing about me. Why I'm here, how I got here, who I am."
He glances down at the clipboard and taps it, slight flashing coming from the unseen side. You get the distinct impression that, despite the paper & wood finish it is definitely not primitive in nature.
"That is disturbing. Your arrival was arranged two days ago, and paid in advance. The data doesn't state who your benefactor was, possibly yourself. However, since your arrival and stay here is already paid for there should be no trouble on that side of things. Paid for a two, Fiveday stay. That should be ample time for you to handle our problem... If you are up to the challenge." Again he taps the clipboard and something out of sight flashes. "I'm afraid medical assistance to solve your issue is out of the question. The contract strictly forbids any fraternizing with medical practitioners, plasma field maintenance technicians, elbow room sanitizers or Clowns. Of course I understand the latter." He said with a sigh. "Terrible nuisance. We had an infestation a couple of Quarters ago. Took nearly a whole Quarter to fumigate."
I blink at this deluge of information, only some of this making any sense. My understanding of local customs seems intact at least, as 'Quarter' seems to tally to a quarter of a year, and a Fiveday... well, fairly obviously is a period lasting five days. For some reason the work 'Week' seems to float into my mind, but why a Fiveday would be weak, and what it would be weak compared to I have no idea.
"Um, OK... but what is the contract? Why am I here?"
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