Eval Log 1

[There's a rustling noise as the audio recording starts, with the sound of a stack of papers being tidied against a table drowning out the microphone.]

"Audio recording start. Begin interview session seventeen dash four of TCCP candidates; initial interview of the subject... 'Hannah.' Interviewer is [REDACTED]. "

[There's a pause, followed by a masculine-sounding cough.]

"'Hannah,' is it? Do you have a last name, girlie?"

[There's no response, and the silence is filled with shifting papers.]

"You will answer when asked a question."

[There's another round of silence, in which the interviewer lets out an annoyed sigh.]

"Your file doesn't say you're mute. Can you speak? It says that you can read-"

[An oddly sunny, if somewhat hollow, voice interjects.]

"Of course I can."

"Then why didn't you respond?"

"Because you didn't ask another question until just now."

[A stunned silence follows, in which only a man's heavy breathing and a pencil dancing across paper can be heard.]

"Smartass. Got it. Subject 'Hannah,' why did you volunteer for the most challenging program the National Security Bureau has to offer?"

"I was told this is where the best Commanders go, and I'm one of the best."

"Right. Sure, you say that, but given your mental and physical-"

"Look at my field scores."

"What?"

"If you're going to talk shit, at least do your job and read."

"How dare you! I-!"

"'Hi, I'm Mr. [REDACTED], and I lack kindergarten reading skills. Watch me make fun of the deaf girl, hehe~♫'"

"If you don't stop, I'll-"

"You'll what, big man?"

"This interview is over! Guards, take subject 'Hannah' back to her quarters!"

[There's a moment of silence before the door opens and 'Hannah' is dragged off, an incessant, girlish giggle filling the room as she's escorted away.]

[...]

[The door reopens several seconds later, and a pair of dress shoes clack against the tiled floor.]

"What do you think?"

"She's got potential. I'll give her that. Set up the next interview."