As you may have already suspected, there was no medical necessity to be in a wheelchair. However, I would argue that there was a strong strategic need to disarm outsiders to the idea that I could be any kind of threat.

Reno was strictly forbidden from touching the handles of the wheelchair after he attempted to ‘wheelie’ me.

Does everyone still have their commemorative shot glasses from the inauguration of my presidency?

Of course the Remnants are depicted as little girls. They take after their gene donor.

My favorite perk? The fact that being president means my father is dead.

No, I jest. I’d say it’s the view from my office.

Must I pick between Scarlet and Elena? Scarlet has that shrill banshee’s laugh and dresses like our board meetings are held at the Honey Bee Inn. Elena looks like I did as a teenager, but with breasts. I might be vain, but even I am not that vain.

Frankly, I’d rather give my vote to Cloud. He was so very shapely in that dress, and he certainly does know what shade of lipstick works for him.

How do you feel when the office supply store discontinues a line of pens? However useful they might have been, they are still only pens, and not even very reliable ones.

The ones who remained serve their purpose and serve it well. Is that sufficient for you?

Oh, and while you are here— Please send my regards to Tseng, and do ask him how much longer he intends to drag on his leave of absence.

You promised my father that your research was all perfectly safe and under control before one of your experiments caused him an untimely demise. I trust you’ll take care of this little oversight before discussing next quarter’s budget with me?

Reeve, please get someone on your team to go through the security protocols on our network to make certain that no more bots are able to make it through to my inbox.

If this happens again, I’ll have to ask you to exchange your present personnel for a team composed of staff who do not act as though Professor Hojo has given them all partial lobotomies.

Thank you.