The bubble floats into the room only a few minutes later. 

Aoide drops the force-screen and steps down from the chair. These are to be her quarters, after all; for most purposes it would be insane to treat her roommate as a fellow haut; she doesn't have the acculturation, the standards, the...hautishness. But even trying to reduce, let alone eliminate, the extent to which her roommate, specifically, sees her out of her bubble would be impractical at best. If she could trivially take control of the doctor, she could treat her as a ba servitor, true, but she doesn't have a way to do that yet and if their relationship isn't going to be one of master and servant from the beginning it would be gauche at best to plot to enthrall her behind her back. No. 

She begins unpacking her things. This really would be much easier if she had a servitor. She could probably go out into her neighborhood and find someone whose services it would be appropriate to requisition, without even needing to mind control them, but first she's going to have to complete an extra credit project to get permission to bring said servitor onto campus. 

Well, that shouldn't be too hard, if the University is set up to educate unaugmented humans. But she can't do it right now. 

Hasumi Baika finishes setting up the cryogenic implant storage after Aoide arrives, then turns to address her.

...No servants. Her robots don't, apparently, count, being roughly as intelligent as a particularly enthusiastic pigeon following programmed routines, on their own.

"Hello again. I realize you'll have to treat the offer with suspicion but perhaps you would like the use of some of my helper robots. It's not like I'm going to be using all of them all of the time. Since we're going to be living near each other by necessity, I'll even explain their functions and provide documentation."

"As long as I can examine their code, I would be grateful." 

(There's a twinge of defensiveness in her head but there's no need to be unfriendly! An ally is the best possible outcome, here! And helping her not get caught by something, that could then try to catch her, too.)

"Certainly. Though they are a hybrid architecture. Trained cloned neural tissue with a small chipset for control and command interface. Processors have been expensive for quite some time at home due to various factors such that this is actually significantly cheaper... I haven't been actively trying to connect with your systems, my cyberdeck is in full lockdown mode. I can load one of my tablets with the documentation and code, or would you prefer working out connectivity between our computer systems?"

Oh hey maybe she can treat her like a fellow haut-woman after all. One with absolutely bewildering aesthetics. 

"Trained cloned neural tissue, integrated with mechanical systems? Cloned separately from a human body?"

"Yes...? Well, the first generation used tissue taken from human bodies but that was suboptimal in a lot of ways. I would call the current set third generation."

"There's a planet in my galaxy where clones are made to be culled for their bodies, but obviously nobody likes them." 

"...Full human clones with their own minds, for brain transplants, I'm assuming, if 'nobody likes them'? Or am I leaping ahead too much? Because you clearly have some significant personal optimization. But that's a stupid barbaric way to go about it. For one, the brain ages too! Not to mention the murder."

"Yes, it's the murder that's the problem...? I'm not sure what genetic engineering has to do with it."

"-My apologies. I'm trying to reason out what to expect of your world's technology based on what I can observe. On my world the preferred method of life extension is a course of cybernetic implants, retroviral genetic treatments, and similar techniques. The technology exists to create 'biopods', where a brain can be placed and outlive the destruction of the remainder of the body... And to grow brainless bodies, though it's very expensive and specialized. Fully robotic replacement bodies are much simpler than a biological replacement, though."

"Ah. Most people in the galaxy are less engineered than I am. We 'haut' do live much longer than an unaugmented human...I have no idea how long a Jacksonian baron could live, given an indefinite supply of cloned body-snatching victims; they tend to be assassinated by their rivals before their brains can give out." 

She shakes her head a bit. "Without knowing more my guess would be around three to four hundred years... But there's too many unknowns. I think I'd be very interested to talk about technology and exchange things once I'm a bit more set up."

Nod. "I'd be very interested to see your work."