You mean... [Isn't it amazing how a robot voice can simulate the sound of the tension of grit teeth?] It thinks it's Alpha. It--
[Everything feels like it's tilted sideways for a very sudden and sharp moment. Epsilon was the memory, it's how Wash knew, you knew all along, because the Alpha stripped its own memories of torture and torment and insanity to stay sane. Just plucked it out and tossed it aside. Memory is the key.
Ami is very concerned, but Church manages to get out from under her, scrambling to his feet. No, not scrambling. That sounds bad. Very calmly and gently rising to his feet. Sounds better. Less true, sounds better. Still, there is a tigerlily leaning heavily against his legs. He barely registers it.]
Caboose turned on the fucking tin can that thinks it's Alpha and, what, it started screaming bloody murder and self-destructed? After everything you said went on in your mess of a head--that's what happened, right?
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[Everything feels like it's tilted sideways for a very sudden and sharp moment. Epsilon was the memory, it's how Wash knew, you knew all along, because the Alpha stripped its own memories of torture and torment and insanity to stay sane. Just plucked it out and tossed it aside. Memory is the key.
Ami is very concerned, but Church manages to get out from under her, scrambling to his feet. No, not scrambling. That sounds bad. Very calmly and gently rising to his feet. Sounds better. Less true, sounds better. Still, there is a tigerlily leaning heavily against his legs. He barely registers it.]
Caboose turned on the fucking tin can that thinks it's Alpha and, what, it started screaming bloody murder and self-destructed? After everything you said went on in your mess of a head--that's what happened, right?