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I re-read Dustin's message, decide to wait to call him until after breakfast so I don't ruin my appetite. I sip on my coffee and surf a few sites as I listen to Sasha singing. She's pretty good, really, but it's usually just a shower thing unless sh…
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I let my bacon cook a little longer and take the muffins out when the timer dings. Once things are done and the muffins are cooling, I open my laptop and check my email, chewing on the charred remains of what used to be pig.
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I dance along with Bruno back into the bedroom to grab some clothes. UnderArmour all the way to start, since I'm meeting Alpha Mom and have to cover the gym for a while after. Put a pair of jeans and a tank top in my bag. I'll grab my ancient and ov…
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I revel in the hot water. Always do, despite the amount of figurative "hot water" I always wind up in. Let the spray loosen the muscles in my shoulders, ease the fading bruises from my last hunt. A lot of my gear is in the truck, a Ford F-150, top…
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Sasha's tramp stamp doesn't really require me to explain why I love it. It's kind of self-evident. As to my apartment? Bedroom, "living room" (about the same size as the bedroom), galley kitchen, bathroom. Ta-fuckin'-da. I have a queen sized bed (I…
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I almost wave away the question about my dreams, but decide to just provide the usual line of bullshit. "Same old shit, different night. I'm a kid, watching my parents get gunned down by some thug, and then... well, you know, the whole Batman thing.…
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I think about that. "Can't eat too much. Alpha Mom client at 11, and her sessions are almost as much work for me as they are for her. But... I could go for some muffins." I reach around to grab her ass and squeeze. Moment of clarification: I am no…
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Pretty sure it's not Sasha downstairs making pizzas, because she's right here. And at some point, though, she must've gotten up and started the coffee, because I smell it. God bless her for that. Speaking of God... In my dreams, Dumah is like some…
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I worked hard, the first few months, as did everyone. Shoulders and backs and arms and legs aching, bodies constantly on the brink from new allergens and irritants. The "week of the rashes" was particularly miserable. As we got to the point where…
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So much of what I do, what I am is tied up in the little overlapping networks, both personal and technological, that make up the fabric of this ship. I would be giving up something essential, taking a huge risk if I were to advocate entering the gra…
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Tunde is trying to "save me from myself" when he goes to Father. I really expected more from him.
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 3. Total: 10)
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"So we're abandoning Tabitha? Just being clear. And, yeah, we're working on your trigger. It might take another few hours." Without my little addition, it would take Trish no time, but to give me the cut-off? An extra hour at least.
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"So, am I recruiting people for a rebellion, or recruiting them to ignore Tabitha's messages and the ones that follow? I really just need a clear direction, and you both are all over the place. Read your history. Personal motivations sink revolution…
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It's a thought, but going to the other side, even someplace as critical as the bridge... that's leaving behind my strength, which is my people and my connections. "I'm not sure of the long-term plans, but won't it be hard to manage a rebellion here …
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Now I'm the one to look away, uncomfortable with whatever is going on here. I'm completely at a loss, the intricate spirals of these relationships much more a whirlpool looking to suck in the players than the comprehensible, organized dance I've bui…
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I hold up my navi. "And speaking of the bridge, I got this from Tabitha, about the time we started here." I hand Ourania my navi, with the message on-screen.
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"No, stay... I stand up and move away from Mark. Thought I felt a thing, but apparently I misread the situation. Still... I glance back as I pull out my Navi and think about checking that message that pinged in recently. "Corporal Nul was just wonde…
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Mark represents everything wrong with our little world. Authority without understanding. Power without puissance. And yet, there's something about him right now. Pale, drawn... uh, Byronesque? Byronic? Not sure I remember the right adjective, but th…
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That one's easy. "No. I don't know. But it doesn't really matter. You and Ourania work it out. I honestly have no clue what's going on under the surface here, but the big picture's got me worried enough to ask my friends to do a little digging. Ever…
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"I honestly don't know. Ourania asked, and like I said, she seemed to have something like a plan." I shrug. "Just following orders."
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"Tunde, if you can sum things up, be my guest. As far as I know, we're rigging the detonator, finding Priscilla and information about the anti-plague trials, and working on access to security monitoring and getting eyes on the bridge, yeah? And I'm …
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"Bull. I stood up when you didn't, that first day I was in class, and you tried to make me the bad guy when stomm was going down. That's not just enough, Mark. Things were going to chaos and you watched until someone actually tried to resolve it. If…
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I shrug a little. "Ourania's the one with the plan. I'm just providing tech support and recruitment services." I give Mark a smile. "Sorry I reacted that way, Mark. I guess we're on the same team now, sort of, but you've been pretty harsh since we t…
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Null is checking in on me? "Yeah, Corporal, unless you've got something to add?"
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"Tunde, recruit whoever you need, but recruit them. Aiden, whoever, just make sure they're on board. And before we all go our merry ways..." At the same time, the door opens and the Navi indicates I have a message. I focus on the here and now. "Yes,…
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"No, Trish. More like putting on a show or throwing a party." I hand Trish the detonator. "Can you rig a deadman switch for this? But... add a feature to it, give me a cutout so that the switch can't be activated unless I decide to let it." To the…
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I look around at my three closest allies and friends, catch each one's eye for a long second. "So, kids. You wanna put on a revolution?"
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I send messages to the T's Navis, calling a meeting. Seems I've got some marching orders to hand out. Mi Sun I'll talk to individually, afterwards. Might as well have Trish, Torrence and Tunde come here, where there isn't any surveillance.
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I shrug. "You're right, we can't know anything except what we know. Which is stomm. So, I'll get the Ts working on some things and decide on a few key people on this side that need to be on board. Send me a message if you want to meet here. I'll mak…