Session 8 11

The group is assembled in the hangar bay of the Roland, safely tucked away from the Earth wormhole's cone of observation. Said wormhole is not quite an all-seeing eye, but the flood of active and passive sensor feeds pouring through it make it perhaps the closest thing that exists.
The fleet is awaiting the party's decision on what to do next.
Spyboy: "So, Admiral, what do you think?"
Zinda Tegram: "…Ask our friends to close it?"
Zinda Tegram: "I mean, we're not *going in there*."
Abraham: "Of course not. Not without substantial testing at least. Yeah, let's ask the Neph to close it for now, since they seem to be able to create these wormholes trivially."
Spyboy: "Aye-aye, Admiral."
Zinda Tegram exhales a sigh of relief.
Zinda Tegram: "We need to get back to our cluster."
Spyboy: "[Would you please close the wormhole for us? *To the Nephilim, not to Zinda:* At least for the time being. *To Nephilim and group:* This situation is still too unsettled.]"
Zinda Tegram: "We still haven't secured Chandley."
Spyboy: "Yes, because there are Confederation forces close enough to strike that aren't already answering to us."
Heggy: "Sarcasm is never the answer, dear."
Spyboy: "Sarcasm is always the answer, honey."
Abraham: "Sarcasm is sometimes the only answer."
Metis: "I am not certain any of those are true."
Nephilim: "[Close? If you wish. It will take some time to do so in a way that will not damage our planet…and, is it safe to assume you wish to avoid damage to the planet on the far side as well?]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hmm.
Spyboy: "[Yes.]"
Spyboy glances askance at Zinda.
Zinda Tegram slowly takes the finger off her radio.
Zinda Tegram: "…"
[OOC] WC GM: "[Are you SURE you don't want us to widen it and bring the two planets, and thus metaphorically our two peoples, together?]" :P
[OOC] Abraham: "You have people on Earth?"
[OOC] Spyboy: At this point Spyboy's looking for a way that his and Zinda's viewpoints can be reconciled; his loyalty to Abraham is also being pulled into question.
Nephilim: "[We are also detecting several radio transmissions, apparently intended for you.]"
Spyboy: "[Can you route them to me?]"
Nephilim: "[We can, but…are you trying to hide from them?]"
Spyboy: "[To an extent. Our presence here raises questions that we'd not give an absolutely straight answer to.]"
Nephilim: "[Do you have your own factions and heresies to contend with?]"
Spyboy: "[More accurately, some of the possible answers to 'why are they there' would imply that we are colluding with the Nephilim who wish to destroy humanity.]"
Spyboy: "[Yes.]"
[OOC] Abraham: Always. Even in the future, there are still Trump supporters.
Nephilim: "[We shall attempt to reconcile with the Wenser. If that is successful…may we attempt to help you reconcile yours?]"
Spyboy: "[We will try.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Yes, but not yet.]"
Nephilim: "[As you wish. Cancelling radio response.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Your help would be largely be counterproductive at this time.]"
Nephilim: "[Radio transmission has been relayed to you.]"
That must have been a direct relay; the neu-radio did not pick it up.
[OOC] Abraham: C'mon. It's Earth. We already know it's going to be spam, mostly advertisements for AOL.
[OOC] Spyboy: =D
Spyboy blinks
Spyboy: "….Something just occurred to me."
Abraham: "Oh? You have a concern, Spyboy?"
Spyboy: "…It's pretty smeggin obvious why Elles came up with neutrino communications."
Zinda Tegram: "…"
Zinda Tegram: "To deal with Neph?"
Spyboy: "Her various cores were under impractical depth - communication between her cores would require something that could communicate through the planetary core."
Abraham: "Right. It's the penetration problem all radiated communication faces."
Spyboy: "Exactly. Even extremely low frequency radios don't work well through even a few feet of rock."
Spyboy: "…Why would the Nephilim use neutrinos? Radios are much simpler, and don't have to be point-to-point."
Abraham: "Quite possibly because they knew no one else was?"
Spyboy: "It's possible, but…"
Spyboy: "…I wonder if the Nephilim even know why."
Spyboy: "I suppose I could ask."
Abraham: "Minimum interference from other civilizations with the added benefit they could not be intercepted?"
Spyboy: "That does seem to be a bit more possible. But I wonder if it has a part in what they have lost from their past…"
Spyboy: "[Excuse me, I have a question. Why do you use neutrino communications, rather than radio?]"
[OOC] Abraham: "[Because radio waves are too delicious to waste on talking to each other. Obviously.]"
[OOC] Spyboy: I'd buy it.
Nephilim: "[To link up.]"
Spyboy: "[…To link up?]"
The radio SQUEALS as a flood of information with little to no verbal analogue is pressed through.
Nephilim: "[To link up.]"
Spyboy and Heggy instinctively drop from the links. Momentarily blind, they grab each others' hands.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Sir! Something's coming through the wormhole."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Smaller than a fighter…missile-sized…"
[OOC] WC GM: Because of course everything at once. ;)
[OOC] Abraham: "XO! Hail Cthulhu. Tell him 'Howdy.'."
Zinda Tegram: "Oooh boy."
ExecutiveOfficer: "…it's either a Temblor or a probe."
Zinda Tegram scans for the point defenseman's helm.
Spyboy: "I think it's a drone."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Assuming we have one.
It takes Zinda a moment to remember, the Roland has no point defense - other than its fighters.
Zinda Tegram: "…Set the airflow through the ship to maximum."
Zinda Tegram: "If it's a missile I'll make sure we don't die."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Admiral? Should we?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "It's not on a course for us."
Abraham: "If it's going slow enough, intercept it and bring it to the hanger bay. If it's too fast for that, shoot it down."
Zinda Tegram find the closest air duct and starts huffing and blowing into it, trying to get the Roland's biological components to be ready to 'grow' a crude gun.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Uh, sir? Getting radio transmission - it's a probe, sir."
[OOC] Abraham: Because I think we all know a Temblor will just irritate the Neph and they'll blame me for not stopping it.
Zinda Tegram sighs
Abraham: "Ah, belay my prior order then."
Zinda Tegram: "Sir, we need to get out of here."
PaladinViaProbe: "WOT DA HELL KINDA STARSHIP IS THAT?!?"
Metis: "…that is a lot of data to process."
Zinda Tegram: "Letting Earth meet the home world Nephs is.."
Zinda Tegram: "Great they saw us."
Abraham: "…inevitable, Zinda, inevitable."
Zinda Tegram: "Now they know I can make this shit."
PaladinViaProbe: "You got Roland's IFF but that ain't no Yorktown. Admiral Bounty, you there?"
Zinda Tegram pulls her radio up.
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah he's here."
Zinda Tegram: "It's the Yorktown. Or, well, what's left of 'er after I patched 'er up."
PaladinViaProbe: "Well put 'im on, then."
Abraham: "I'm here, sir."
Zinda Tegram: "…Abe? Make your goons go away so we can back to home."
Spyboy: "Zinda, you might be kind enough to remember that Admiral Bounty's home is on the far side of Chandley from yours."
PaladinViaProbe: "This is Admiral Taggart, reactivated by direct order o' the President o' the Terran Confederation with orders to, and I quote, 'Figure out what in blazes is going on here.'"
Abraham: "Wait, I thought that this was a probe, not a manned ship."
Spyboy: "Radio relay, sir."
Zinda Tegram: "$Oldziey slur for homeworld natives$ are gonna get us fuckin killed…"
Metis: "Probes can transmit radio waves. Otherwise, they do not probe well."
Abraham: "Ah."
Zinda Tegram forgot to take her finger off push to talk for that.
PaladinViaProbe: "Aye, I'm still planetside. Gatherin' up a fleet, though."
Spyboy: "I've made sure they know that the wormhole is closing, sir."
PaladinViaProbe: "Spyboy's let us know 'bout the Black Lance. We'll mop 'em up as we head fer Chandley."
Abraham: "Admiral, the wormhole is closing. I've ordered the probe released, if you want it back in Terran space, now's the time."
Zinda Tegram: "Alright, digest version, we've been talking with the Nephs to try and get them to stop shooting us over in Chandley. They opened a wormhole for us to try and patch things up with you. I am from Oldziey and want to be as far away from here as I can."
PaladinViaProbe: "Naw, naw, it'll be trapped on yer side. Go 'head an' recover it."
Metis: "Why would they want it in Terran space? They certainly have others. Let it gather data."
Zinda Tegram: "So, after you get the Black :ance off our tail, uh…"
Zinda Tegram: "Thanks and bye!"
[OOC] Metis: Quick Zinda, there are a few secrets you haven't revealed yet!
Abraham: "Very well, recover the probe."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Sending out a fighter to recover it."
ExecutiveOfficer: "…actually, one of the other carriers beat me to it. Apparently one of their pilots wanted an excuse to look around Zinda's quarters…ahh, sorry sir, I'll chide them about unprofessionality."
Zinda Tegram: "…Was it Certain?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "That's her callsign."
Zinda Tegram: "I'll do it myself."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Roger that."
[OOC] Abraham: "Zinda's got a giiirlfriend! Zinda's got a giiirlfriend!"
Zinda Tegram wanders down to the hangar, where she's 'certain' to find her.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Nah Zinda has a toy.
[OOC] WC GM: Actually, you were still in the hangar.
[OOC] Spyboy: Speaking of which, I should talk to Alfred. As a bunnybot, she's definitely got a neucomm…
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: And WC's trying to set drama up with Alfred.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oh? OK.
[OOC] Metis: Kind of always in the hangar.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahahaha fair.
Zinda Tegram squints out the hangar to try and find her fighter.
PaladinViaProbe: "We're reading instabilities from th' wormhole. Guessin' it's gonna close soon? See you when we get to Chandley. And, Admiral?"
Abraham: "Yes sir?"
PaladinViaProbe: "Direct order. Survive until we get there. Sounds like ya got stories best told o'er some beers. I'll bring th' good stuff."
[OOC] Spyboy: In retrospect, they probably should have assumed Bounty was a Captain, since he was promoted by the working council of Wenser, Dakka, and Kali…
Abraham: "I will hold you to that sir."
Zinda Tegram: "…"
[OOC] WC GM: Ah, good, you noticed. ;)
[OOC] Abraham: At this point in the future, Dragon Ball Z might finally get it's end episode.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I noticed the anticipated drama?
PaladinViaProbe: "Paladin, an' Earth I guess, out."
[OOC] Abraham: So, Paladin is Wenser then.
[OOC] WC GM: No, about Abraham.
Certain recovers the probe and pulls it away, as the wormhole flares and collapses.
Nephilim: "[It is done.]"
Abraham: "Thank you."
Zinda Tegram sighs.
As Certain lands, it is - by design of landing procedure - easy to approach the fighter so as to greet the pilot (medically or otherwise) once the landing is complete. Zinda has no trouble being right there.
Zinda Tegram: "…I heard you were in my quarters."
Zinda Tegram: "…What were you expecting to find?"
[OOC] Abraham: Abraham passes Spyboy the popcorn.
Zinda Tegram glares at her.
Certain: "Ehh? No, no, I came here to see what your quarters are like!"
[OOC] Spyboy: *munch, munch*
Metis runs a background check on Certain, first ConFed records, then stretching back.
Zinda Tegram: "It's pretty rude to enter a woman's quarters without asking."
Certain: "And what I'm expecting to find? You, of course." She winks. "The part you don't show out here."
Zinda Tegram: "Come on. You want to see the weird shit you get to see the weird shit."
Zinda Tegram grabs her by her collar and starts dragging her to the cargo bay.
Metis finds that Certain, while a good pilot, has been held back from promotion mainly because of a series of fraternization incidents - none very serious, but resulting in her evaluation as less than command material.
Certain smiles as she is dragged off.
Zinda Tegram: "Wipe that smile off your face."
Zinda Tegram shoves her in the room.
Certain wipes her hand across her mouth, and is pouting when done - briefly, before a bigger smile erupts.
All of the slitherers look at her.
Zinda Tegram facepalms.
Certain blinks, looking at the slitherers.
Zinda Tegram: "Satisfied?"
Certain is no longer smiling. "Err…what are those?"
Zinda Tegram: "The weird shit."
Zinda Tegram: "You broke into my quarters for a reason, right?"
Certain: "Are they, like, detached tentacles?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda is very dense.
Zinda Tegram: "I…what? I I mean I guess."
Certain: "Cool. How cuddly are they?"
Zinda Tegram: "I can make them do stuff, if that's what you mean."
Zinda Tegram spins them all in circles.
Zinda Tegram: "Uh…cuddly?"
Zinda Tegram: "I mean, I've never tried…"
Certain: "Yeah! Snuggly! I bet they give AWESOME hugs!"
Zinda Tegram: "Mostly I just kind of lock them in here unless I need to…w-wait, what are you…?"
Zinda Tegram looks at one.
Certain: "You let them hug your kiddo when she runs you too tired to hug her yourself, right?"
Zinda Tegram: "I-I guess…"
Zinda Tegram: "What? No!"
Zinda Tegram: "I-I-I mean, I'm a proud warrior!"
Zinda Tegram: "I do not need to resort to hugging myself w-when Metis…!"
[OOC] Metis: Is Zinda's neutrino radio still on? Is this streaming to Metis?
[OOC] WC GM: That's up to Lapis
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Why not?
Zinda Tegram: "…Hmm. Cuddly, cuddly…"
Certain: "Did they change Metis's diapers for you?"
Zinda Tegram takes one apart and regrows it with primarily leaves.
Metis suddenly understands what a 'face-palm' is.
Certain BLINKS.
Zinda Tegram: "Metis never had to wear diapers."
Zinda Tegram: "Here? Is that more cuddly?"
Certain: "Err…I think I preferred it with more meat." She smiles at Zinda. "More of you."
Zinda Tegram blushes.
Zinda Tegram: "U-umm…"
Zinda Tegram: "I-I can make body doubles, I mean…"
Zinda Tegram takes a step back.
Zinda Tegram: "I-I have Alfred…"
Zinda Tegram: "W-wherever she is…"
Certain: "So…do you use them for one-woman group hugs? Snuggles? Cocooning your loved ones in your love?"
Certain: "Who's Alfred?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: She knows of Alfred already.
[OOC] Metis: Spyboy is, of course, recording all this for blackmail material, right?
Zinda Tegram: "S-skull squadron lead, remember?"
[OOC] WC GM: She knows of, may have spaced.
[OOC] Spyboy: No, he's recording it out of pure habit.
Certain: "Oh! Right. Metis's other mommy?"
Zinda Tegram: "M-Metis only has me."
Certain: "Does Metis want another mommy?"
Metis: "…"
Zinda Tegram: "…"
Zinda Tegram: "Don't you have that other guy, Spanner?"
Certain: "You…did ask her, right?"
Spyboy: "Admiral, may I recommend we set course for Chandley? Paladin is already on his way, and I think both Tegram and I would prefer that he not get to Armstrong without us."
Zinda Tegram: "I…have not actually asked Metis how she'd feel about me, uh, introducing her to another…"
Metis: "Michael, where do the regulations stand on killing ConFed officers? This query is purely out of curiosity and there are no other motives."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahaha.
Certain frowns. "I'd never dream of taking you for more than a fling if you have someone, and then only with that someone's permission. But if you're taking care of a daughter and you don't get her okay before taking another romantic partner…"
Abraham: "Right. Spyboy, please give our hosts our farewells, XO set course for Chandly."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Course already set. Fleet moving out!"
Zinda Tegram: "Don't you have that Spanner guy?"
Spyboy: "…Regulations tend to be pretty harsh on murder. 'Why do you ask?', he says as if he's not also listening to Zinda and Certain's conversation."
Certain smirks. "Yeah, he's fun, but I get to share."
Zinda Tegram: "I, uh, see."
The slitherers in the room all start mirroring Zinda's body language.
Certain: "I mean, I've waited for him to propose for YEARS and he hasn't yet."
Zinda Tegram: "O-OK, let's get this clear. You're trying to have sex with me?"
Certain: "…"
Zinda Tegram: "I-I…"
Zinda Tegram: "Uh…"
Metis: "…curiosity. Pure curiosity. I said there were no other motives. So there are no other motives."
Spyboy: "[We're heading back to our own systems for now. We're going to try to straighten things out with our own heresies and factions.]"
Certain leans against the doorframe.
Zinda Tegram can dish it out but can't take.
Certain: "I'm trying to wind your heart up and see where it leads. Sex is not out of the question…or wasn't, but I guess that'd be over the line with Alfred? Metis is a bigger concern."
Zinda Tegram: "…Man Alfred and I haven't really seen each other that way for…a while, I guess."
Zinda Tegram: "We were together when I, uh, left, but that was…"
Zinda Tegram: "Well, four years ago. Then I shot her down, and she, uh, got a robot rabbit body and…god everything's been crazy."
Certain: "Oh? So she wouldn't have grounds to object?"
Zinda Tegram: "I…I guess not."
Certain: "And Metis? Would she?"
Zinda Tegram: "Metis is…"
Zinda Tegram: "Probably fine."
Metis: "[…]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda is wronnnng
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah she'll be…fine, I guess."
[OOC] Metis: Metis SMASH!
Zinda Tegram: "I, uh, warn you though. I don't share."
Certain: "Oh? And if I do…this?" She gently hugs Zinda.
Zinda Tegram flinches, but returns the hug.
Zinda Tegram: "U-umm…"
All the other slithers come over and hug.
Zinda Tegram: "W-wait!"
They are very cuddly.
Certain: "That looks a little pain-mmmph!" Certain is soon surrounded.
Zinda Tegram gulps and makes sure all of their guns are unloaded.
Zinda Tegram: "S-sorry. I didn't mean to make them…"
[OOC] WC GM: Pulling them off of her?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yeah.
Certain is unconscious with a goofy grin on her lips.
Zinda Tegram blinks.
Zinda Tegram: "…Do I have to take her to medical, too?"
Metis: "[Yes. All sorts of accidents can happen in medical.]"
[OOC] WC GM: What, me, set up a scene to get two PCs talking? Naaah. ;)
[OOC] WC GM: That was IC and the first sign Zinda has that Metis overheard all of that, right?
[OOC] Metis: Probably not the first sign, but Zinda was…distracted. Yes, that's the word.
Zinda Tegram: "[Yeah, I guess they can.]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda is quite vulnerable in her own way.
[OOC] Metis: Which is why Spyboy is already formatting this for FutureTube.
[OOC] Spyboy: What, Spyboy? Blackmail Zinda? Perish the thought!
It is a short trip to get Certain to medical. It is also a short trip to the Chandley wormhole, but Zinda gets to her destination first by half a minute.
ExecutiveOfficer: "And we're back in known space."
The system map PINGS with a small swarm of green dots.
Spyboy IDs and prioritizes targets as necessary.
Dakka: "Incoming! Hope you're still there 'cause I've been making a ton of reinforcements! Let's see how they like a hundred of me!"
The executive officer's eyebrow twitches. "Yes, good old terra cognito, where everything is ordinary, yessiree."
There are no identified hostile targets in the system.
Spyboy: "Admiral Dakka! Please be advised that the Terran Confederation Navy is on its way to support us, rolling up any Black Lance forces between here and Terra."
Dakka: "Good! Wait…that is good, isn't it?"
Spyboy: "I agree wholeheartedly."
Dakka: "Umm. Any idea how they'll take my, well, 'volume'?"
[OOC] Abraham: "Scientific curiosity tinged with the horror at the thought of now being hugged by you?"
Zinda Tegram frowns.
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah…good."
Spyboy: "I have…not a clue."
Spyboy: "Combined with the Armstrong Council's decision regarding independence…"
Spyboy blinks and frowns
Spyboy: "….I think I may have a way to spin this."
Spyboy frowns at where Zinda would be standing if she were on the bridge instead of in Medical.
[OOC] WC GM: This is on radio.
Spyboy: "I think I can get Paladin to cut us loose from the Confederation."
[OOC] Spyboy: I know, point being that Spyboy can't really look thoughtfully at Zinda cuz she's not physically present.
Dakka: "Paladin? What, did he come out of retirement?"
[OOC] Metis: Put Medical on-screen?
Zinda Tegram wanders into the bridge.
Spyboy: "Yeah, they called him up when the Neph 'helpfully' opened a wormhole between them and Terra."
Dakka: "…"
Spyboy: "Said wormhole is now closed, but we got a bit of conversation between us and him."
Spyboy: "On the bright side, when the Black Lance News Corp goes trumpeting the atrocities we've committed to the core, the TCN's gonna blow them out of space."
[Away] is now known as Fuepepe
Dakka: "And on the dark side…?"
Spyboy: "Massive TCN fleet on our doorstep."
Dakka: "How massive?"
Spyboy: "It's the fleet the TCN was massing on the assumption there were still Neph looking to take out the whole TCN."
Spyboy: "So…the next war fleet."
Dakka: "So…massive."
Dakka: "Sol to here…at least a week…hmm, yeah, I can get you enough backup so we won't be totally dwarfed, but they'll have the numbers if this is really their defend-Earth fleet."
Spyboy: "If I may, Admiral, I recommend holding our fleet in Grissom. I think we can get things settled at the conference table under some…different terms."
Abraham: "That's a good idea. We will do that."
Dakka: "Alright, I'll have the backup head there as it's made."
Wenser: "Mine as well."
Dakka: "Wha-WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!?"
Spyboy: "To wit - between the Integrated, all of the rest of Elles' spillover tech, Wayne and the rest of the scientist Kilrathi, Tuskeegee and Tsimisci Station's legacy…"
Wenser: "My apologies, but I, ah, 'borrowed' some of your production. I needed to recover."
Zinda Tegram: "Different terms?"
Spyboy: "Hey, Admiral Wenser, be advised that the Nephilim are looking to settle things peacefully with you, from what we've heard."
Zinda Tegram: "We sort of told them to do it."
Wenser: "You ordered them to commit suicide?"
Zinda Tegram: "What? No, we told them to try and reconcile with you."
Zinda Tegram: "Is that tantamount to suicide?"
Metis: "Possibly the same thing."
Wenser: "…"
Wenser: "No, seriously. What did you get them to agree to?"
[OOC] Abraham: Reconciliation equals death. I now understand Trump.
Zinda Tegram: "Look, you keep us out of the loop, this is the result."
[OOC] Abraham: Mind mildly aired out.
Zinda Tegram: "Uh, I dunno, we just kind of told them to do it until they said they'd try."
Zinda Tegram: "We said it'd help them achieve their goals."
Wenser: "Their reverence for you exceeds my expectations."
Zinda Tegram: "This is a good thing, I hope?"
Wenser: "We shall see. Did they explain the nature of our dispute?"
Spyboy: "They said that you believed that the way to resolve your problems was to live among us, while they intended to observe from a distance."
Wenser: "That is part of it, yes."
Zinda Tegram: "To be honest we don't really care too much."
Wenser: "But also the means of preserving our identity while among you."
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah? And what's that?"
Wenser: "Did they explain why we use neutrino communicators? And why I more fully embrace them?"
Spyboy: "They said something about contact."
Wenser: "Hmm…the term does not translate well…did they mention something similar to, hmm, 'linking up'?"
Spyboy: "Yes."
Spyboy: "I think."
Spyboy: "My…memory gets a bit hazy then."
Wenser: "…they showed you, didn't they?"
Abraham: "They said 'to link up'."
Wenser: "Billions of bodies, all sharing sensory information, thoughts, feelings, concerns…"
Metis: "It was a lot of data."
Wenser: "…ah. I think I understand the disconnect. Tell me, how many people would you say I am?"
Metis: "Difficult to process all at once. I am looking into upgrades."
Abraham: "More than none."
Wenser: "Yes, well. But how many?"
[OOC] Metis: You are everyone. You are Wenser, and you are Legion.
Abraham: "Probably one."
Wenser: "…indeed."
Wenser: "And in a sense…but only from some perspectives."
Wenser: "If Dakka has manufactured twenty of himself, you would call that twenty more people, yes? Whereas if I do so, that's just twenty spare bodies and I remain but one person, yes?"
[OOC] Abraham: "Oh shit! He'll pulling math again!"
Abraham: "That is my understanding. Each of Dakka's bodies has a unique perspective and worldview, even if it is only by three feet or so, and is an individual. Where as you are one mind inhabiting many bodies." ((And like DANCING and HAPPY CAMPERS))
Wenser: "Indeed. And if the originals were long, long since dead, but I persist so long as at least one of me survives…what do you think might be my, ah, former relations' reaction to an apparent solution to the problem that so burns their souls?"
Wenser: "Let me be clear. I do not wish for the Nephilim to commit mass suicide of their identities. If exiling me, branding me a heresy, will let them survive, then so be it."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, don't let them join your network."
[OOC] Abraham: So… "I don't mind if they call me a heretic. It give them something to do and staves off boredom."
[OOC] Abraham: "It creates jobs and helps the economy and really isn't that what matters?"
Wenser: "Even if they were to form another, there would then be two where now there are billions."
Wenser: "Do you understand why I am apprehensive about reconciliation?"
[OOC] WC GM: "The economy is in much healthier shape when there are people to form the economy. Mass extinction would hurt the bottom line."
Spyboy: "If it happens, it won't be fast."
Spyboy: "We may be able to find a middle ground."
Wenser: "Will you assist me? Should I wait until you are free to do so?"
Spyboy: "As opposed to?"
Wenser: "My just going through the wormhole and talking to them in their current mood, and seeing what comes of it."
Spyboy frowns.
Spyboy: "…Admiral?"
Spyboy shamelessly passes the buck.
Abraham: "I…don't think they're quite ready for that yet Admiral. Let us…work on them some more."
Wenser: "Then I shall wait."
Wenser: "In the mean time, there is a rather boisterous reunion to prepare for."
Wenser: "Tell me, Abraham. How are you at party planning?"

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