Stephenson chuckles.
"I know my way around a computer. Not the same way you do, but I know enough."
"I'll add all the security authos for your new place to your tacpad."
Stephenson makes a few quick adjustments.
"And... Good. The turrets recognize you now."
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"Thanks. I would prefer not to be shot to death by them. It's been a long day, I'm going to bed." [b]I make my way to my own apartment.[/b]
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Stephenson hits the sack as well. They'll have another job tomorrow...