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Slowly, Piotr’s eyebrows emerged over the edge of the console. The disembodied face was still there, floating placidly beyond the borders of the main screen. "Name’s Atlas," it stated, easily. Impression of a hand extended in friendship. "How are you called?" "Captain. Né Piotr. Pleased to make your acquaintance." "Hm. I think I shall call you Piro." "That’s... not my name." Eyelids suddenly drawn tight. "There’s been an update. I think you will find that it is now." Piotr’s hand traveled instinctively to his holster, automatically thumbing his login. Abruptly, access was denied. Authentication error.