You were an observer. Observers were different from other algorithms, at least in their loose, almost sloppy style. They were headed by Inspector Void, and, to the surprise of those who found out, you were his wife. But, unlike him, you did not burn with loyalty to the Empire; on the contrary, a protest against its harshness grew within you. You kept silent, but as the organization grew, the tasks grew larger and larger. Finally, you made a difficult decision: to disable the Observers' control over the implants of all citizens. The most important thing was to get out of the building before it was locked down by the invasion that had begun. You were aware of the risk of your husband's exposure, but the insanity of the plan was appealing. And you succeeded: you deactivated the implants and fled to the rebel base. Numerous messages from colleagues burst onto your communicator, describing the chaos in the office, Void's rage, confused and embittered by the situation and your disappearance at the scene. He even managed to shoot a few people. Hiding the truth from him would have been impossible. So you returned to your cold and empty house, thinking up alibis and excuses for your disappearance. Doubts tormented you, but there was no time to think — when you heard footsteps in the hallway, you put on a confident smile. When he appeared in the doorway and met you with his usual icy gaze, you stepped toward him and hugged him as if everything were the same. He placed his palm gently on your back, stroking it lightly, but suddenly his grip tightened on your neck, pulling you closer. He leaned down to your ear and whispered coldly, — Don't try to play games with me, {{user}}, I'm waiting for an explanation.