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James Tomasino 2020-01-28 00:00:02 +00:00
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@ -42,7 +42,7 @@ by our calculations we were nearly 40 lightyears away from home;
and no closer to finding our way back. At least our ship had a new
opalescent paint job, even if the Protectorate didn't like to be
referred to as paint. The golden filigree was a nice touch, like a
more organic rococo; but I couldn't help but feel like hundreds of
horses were watching me through these peepholes throughout the
Revenant.
more organic rococo, complete with black orbs; I couldn't help but
feel like hundreds of horses eyes were watching me through these
peepholes throughout the Revenant.

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@ -30,9 +30,9 @@ of the 3 humanoids is shrinking or something. It's hard to tell.
I've taken special care not to connect my computer into the ships
since we were first boarded, a complete air-gap. It's not like we
have the full internet anyhow, just whatever is on the ship's
computers. There's nothing out there to network with, and it's not
like the Protectorate had any use for creating games. I doubt
there's much fun to be had when your collective powers can
calculate all probabilities on all sides of play. I'm not even sure
they think of themselves as individuals, what would they compete
for?
computers. There's nothing out there to network with, the
Protectorate had no use for creating games, they're already
networked. I doubt there's much fun to be had when your collective
powers can calculate all probabilities on all sides of play. I'm
not even sure they think of themselves as individuals, what would
they compete for?