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taxonomites2010-09-06 12:12 pm
faderbroderson) wrote in taxonomites2010-09-06 12:12 pm
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[ Visual | Location: The Nest ] Reconnecting
"A year. Perhaps not precisely...I paid little attention to the date, but it's September again. It seems as if it's been longer." It's almost as if Godric is speaking to himself, unaware that the tablet is broadcasting. He seems very distant. But then, after a long moment of silence, his gaze focuses very deliberately on the tablet.
"It has occurred to me that there's been much misinformation, or indeed, a lack of information readily available for those who have recently arrived. Would those of you who have been here for some time be interested in composing a guide, with all the knowledge of Taxon we've amassed so far?" He's tired of people asking why they call the aliens hamsters, or if anyone has ever spoken to them, or why no one has tried to walk/fly/dig away from Taxon and just what measures have been taken thus far to escape, because they're clearly not trying hard enough? If they're ever going to concoct an escape plan that will actually work, they'll need to keep track of the full extent of their collective knowledge. Re-discovering the same facts over and over does them no good.
There's another long pause where Godric looks away from the camera, a sad, strange expression on his face. Then he tilts his head back toward the screen and speaks quietly, a melancholy note edging his every word.
"For those of you who knew him, Eric is gone. Again."
The public broadcast ends abruptly.
Private to Kara:
I want to thank you.
Private to River:
Litten Amiral, I have missed you. Are you well?
Private to Wesley:
I believe we're overdue for tea.
"It has occurred to me that there's been much misinformation, or indeed, a lack of information readily available for those who have recently arrived. Would those of you who have been here for some time be interested in composing a guide, with all the knowledge of Taxon we've amassed so far?" He's tired of people asking why they call the aliens hamsters, or if anyone has ever spoken to them, or why no one has tried to walk/fly/dig away from Taxon and just what measures have been taken thus far to escape, because they're clearly not trying hard enough? If they're ever going to concoct an escape plan that will actually work, they'll need to keep track of the full extent of their collective knowledge. Re-discovering the same facts over and over does them no good.
There's another long pause where Godric looks away from the camera, a sad, strange expression on his face. Then he tilts his head back toward the screen and speaks quietly, a melancholy note edging his every word.
"For those of you who knew him, Eric is gone. Again."
The public broadcast ends abruptly.
Private to Kara:
I want to thank you.
Private to River:
Litten Amiral, I have missed you. Are you well?
Private to Wesley:
I believe we're overdue for tea.