𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙍.

i'm not asking for much.

it's a pretty sustained glitch. he's talking about . . . about-- look, just take a look at him, will you?!

i'm trying to live far away from those thoughts. there was . . . a war, all across the universe.

but . . . it happened, and that's that, now. i'm moving on.

growing up? what does that *mean*?

you're kidding me. your robot's going insane. fix it.

it was. the skies were burnt orange, and the trees grew silver in the amber light. my family used to grow wheat. can you imagine that? wheat? i haven't seen it in so long, not on any planet i've visited since.

are you an astrologer? i can show you my home on this map.

here. strulia.

i hope not. these cost me enough. this is the entire charted universe, as far as i know it.

It was a gift to divide all things, and a delight for the Gods, who discovered that they enjoyed their power. More and more division occured, until every word which exists today was created.

And from there, someone, it cannot be known who, said LIFE, and so it was.

am i the only sane one left on board?

what? what are you talking about? stop it. shut up. stop testing me.

of course. just here.

are you kidding me? i said that's enough.

that's enough, juno.

hanging in there. i'm sure we'll run into them.

they call me the lancer. you can do the same.

now, i'll try and explain this stuf in urf terms, but if anything's confusing, i'll try to clarify. as you know, this is the medbay, and it's capable of . . .

yes, alright. i will. ( a clear lie; he doesn't trust her. )

come with me. i'll give you the tour, and then we'll talk about your duties on board.

cute. aren't those worms though?

if you're looking for your memories, we could perform a cognitive scan. a metatemporal reconnaissance might dredge something up.

my opinion is that you're about as recovered as you're going to get lying here. you can get up and help us on board.

say hello, @universejumping.bsky.social.

you're smart. why don't you tell me about yourself?

response to stimuli is important.

( a head tilt. ) to be honest, i'm not sure she'd care either way. but you might notice something natasha and i haven't.

she's in my medbay.

she is. but i think she's hiding something from us. you can meet her, i suppose, if you'd like. she hasn't got any weapons.

niche? you won't get anywhere without it. aerodynamics is really something, but it was a miracle after generations of experimenting and researching that we could finally *make* the spark. like discovering fire again. i mean, we oxidize ourselves, don't we?

a woman after my own hearts . . .

a human scientist. i don't know. she gives me a bad vibe.

well, i've been busy. we've had a new visitor i've had to monitor.

c'mon, it's gotta be the oxidizer.

no, why would it be disrespectful?

where have you been hiding, anyway?

sure, fine, whatever.

i was a commander in the war. i had enough people calling me sir back then to last me a lifetime.