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You and dAnkan return to the Wintergate hotel and discuss your findings. After deciding that you will not go public with the Seafoss papers, you both head to bed to get some sleep. Waking up the next morning you find the latest issue of The Snow Post on the doorstep with a headline reading
Reading the article in its entirety before remembering that you are standing outside on the North Pole in your pajamas, you head in to tell dAnkan.
“S-someone else seems t-to have gotten the same intel we d-d-did,” you say while warming yourself in front of the fireplace, handing the newspaper to dAnkan who takes one look at it and then dismisses it.
“It needs to be smaller,” they say before taking a sip of coffee.
“I-huh? What do you mean?”
“So today we really have to take this campaign into the next gear,” dAnkan says, ignoring your confusion. “Assuming that Captain Seafoss moves back to Antarctica in shame after this, that leaves only Gävlebocken and the voting machine as opponents to Santa. Now sure, both of them are ahead of Santa in the polls, but they lack brand imagery! All we have to do to remind people of how great Santa is is to walk around and give out gifts. Easy!”
“You mean…bribes?” you ask carefully.
“I mean give out gifts,” dAnkan answers matter-of-factly. “Seeing as you are so good with technology and what not-”
“I’m really not.”
“-you can try to get into XR0304B’s voting base. Before you joined the campaign I did some investigating and found this manual you could use to figure out what kind of gifts to give out. When it comes to tools, you’re on your own. You might want to try something venomous, seeing as they are robots and should not be affected. Or assemble some flat package yourself. However, remember that we are on a budget! It can’t be too big!”
As you finish your breakfast and look through the manual, dAnkan gets to the sled before you, leaving you without a ride. Reluctant to sneak into the trunk of a passing sled on your own, you have to walk for a little while but you do manage to get to a house populated by a couple voting machines that look just like XR0304B. After trying to make conversation for a minute or two without getting any response, or any movement, or any signs that they are awake, you find a terminal that you can interface through. You realise that to have a conversation, you are going to have to get them to speak somehow. Readying yourself for incoming connections, you start working on giving your gift.
