IT'S NOT LIKE YOU WERE A VOICE OF REASON IN MY LIFE OR ANYTHING
OR LIKE, A WAY MORE REAL PERSON THAN ANY OF THE BROGRAMMER FUCKERS OUT WEST
;-; ]
[in any case while the robotic sound is still there when she speaks, she... sounds less formal. More human. There's actual emotion coming through.]
Thank god you're here.
[Not thank Primus but just the reflexive human "thank the nonexistant dude I don't believe in."]
The people who have responded so far aren't like some of the slopeheads we had back in the day, but they still haven't told me as much as I'd really like to know.
[There's a whirring noise as her coolant fans exchange air; she's found it has the same calming effect as taking a deep breath. sometimes, this all still feels really, really weird.]
Okay, I get that we fucked up real bad with the snake, and apparently we fucked up again with a crab, but there's still other animal dudes... somewhere, that are strategic targets we gotta protect, yes?
I mean.
Okay, here's what I'm wondering.
First, what the hell do these aliens even want? Did we EVER find out? No one seems able to tell me, beyond "destroy the earth." What's their plan besides that? Colonization? Why?
I get that the animals are Earth's defense mechanism; do we have... any organization at all? Strike teams?
Which, I guess my last question: there's shit in space. My memories mean that I am a literal goddamn space warfare commander, this was... this was what I was built to do, designed to do. I spent nine million fucking years doing it. Who's in charge of the space strike team, and if the answer is "no one" then I need to know fast who else doesn't need to breathe or has a space ship.
Sorry, that wasn't... coherent. i'm still processing.
[voice] 2/2
YOU'RE MORE LIKE TEAM STONER UNCLE ANYWAY
IT'S NOT LIKE YOU WERE A VOICE OF REASON IN MY LIFE OR ANYTHING
OR LIKE, A WAY MORE REAL PERSON THAN ANY OF THE BROGRAMMER FUCKERS OUT WEST
;-; ]
[in any case while the robotic sound is still there when she speaks, she... sounds less formal. More human. There's actual emotion coming through.]
Thank god you're here.
[Not thank Primus but just the reflexive human "thank the nonexistant dude I don't believe in."]
The people who have responded so far aren't like some of the slopeheads we had back in the day, but they still haven't told me as much as I'd really like to know.
[There's a whirring noise as her coolant fans exchange air; she's found it has the same calming effect as taking a deep breath. sometimes, this all still feels really, really weird.]
Okay, I get that we fucked up real bad with the snake, and apparently we fucked up again with a crab, but there's still other animal dudes... somewhere, that are strategic targets we gotta protect, yes?
I mean.
Okay, here's what I'm wondering.
First, what the hell do these aliens even want? Did we EVER find out? No one seems able to tell me, beyond "destroy the earth." What's their plan besides that? Colonization? Why?
I get that the animals are Earth's defense mechanism; do we have... any organization at all? Strike teams?
Which, I guess my last question: there's shit in space. My memories mean that I am a literal goddamn space warfare commander, this was... this was what I was built to do, designed to do. I spent nine million fucking years doing it. Who's in charge of the space strike team, and if the answer is "no one" then I need to know fast who else doesn't need to breathe or has a space ship.
Sorry, that wasn't... coherent. i'm still processing.