I really should have been more careful with this thing, Darke thought, it being discovered could have gone so much worse for me. I might have lost everything, and maybe even worse!
Drake figured he should just wipe the message and Tessa's memory and make some security precaution - maybe at least find a safer place to store it. But as he moved to do so, he was struck by an idea. The universe had chosen him to use this thing, right? So why should other people get to do it? But, if they were going to try, why not make it a little more... fun?
Grinning evilly, Drake hit record instead; "I am aware of any change that anyone makes using this dictaphone. In addition, anytime someone other than me tries to use it, instead of changing what they want, it will change something in a way that I will like."
Drake placed the dictaphone back into his desk drawer and stood up to look over his cubicle wall: "Hey, Alison," he said, louder than necessary, "If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I'm off to an early lunch."
"Just call me your secretary," Alison said back, sticking her tongue out, "But sure, Drake. Knock yourself out."
Drake grabbed his coat and speed-walked out of the building, eager to see what would come next.
Tue Aug 06 00:00:00 2019