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taxonomites2010-07-04 02:24 am
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[ voice ] don't worry, be happy
Later in the day (though who can really tell, at this point?) the Aliens have managed to get their act together. At least partially.
Those in Old Taxon will find themselves suddenly back home, in the lobby of the Sanctuary, as the barriers snap back to life and the VWOOMTSSSHH of life support coming back online can be heard. But that's all that snaps back to normalcy for now.
Slowly, over the course of a few minutes, there is beeping. Low, tonal beeps coming over every tablet and every speaker all over the city, testing volume and pitch until they're all close to blaring.
Then it stops and a voice takes over. It sounds grandfatherly, almost. Kind and apologetic and worn carefully with age. Trustworthy, like Morgan Freeman.
"We're so sorry you had to see that," it says slowly.
"Mistakes were made in the past. We've learned from them, adapted our program, and we will never let what happened below befall you."
His words come with reassurance, a code leak meant to wrap the people up in a feeling of safety. To let them get on with their lives without dwelling. It may work, it may not, but they are trying what they think will be best.
After a pause to let the code work its way out, he continues, "The systems failure was accidental, of course, and we're working on the repair now. Don't worry, citizens.
"Things will get better."
The last is said with the sound of a smile in his voice before the transmission cuts out, leaving no room for replies or answers to any questions.
Those in Old Taxon will find themselves suddenly back home, in the lobby of the Sanctuary, as the barriers snap back to life and the VWOOMTSSSHH of life support coming back online can be heard. But that's all that snaps back to normalcy for now.
Slowly, over the course of a few minutes, there is beeping. Low, tonal beeps coming over every tablet and every speaker all over the city, testing volume and pitch until they're all close to blaring.
Then it stops and a voice takes over. It sounds grandfatherly, almost. Kind and apologetic and worn carefully with age. Trustworthy, like Morgan Freeman.
"We're so sorry you had to see that," it says slowly.
"Mistakes were made in the past. We've learned from them, adapted our program, and we will never let what happened below befall you."
His words come with reassurance, a code leak meant to wrap the people up in a feeling of safety. To let them get on with their lives without dwelling. It may work, it may not, but they are trying what they think will be best.
After a pause to let the code work its way out, he continues, "The systems failure was accidental, of course, and we're working on the repair now. Don't worry, citizens.
"Things will get better."
The last is said with the sound of a smile in his voice before the transmission cuts out, leaving no room for replies or answers to any questions.