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[mordedura]

Who: Santanico Pandemonium and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide text
Action: SS Golden
When: now

[Santanico sits by the window, looking outside at space. At least there isn't sunlight here, she doesn't have to worry about it burning or hurting her skin and yet she almost misses it. She had only spent a month with Richie before ending up here. She only had a month of freedom. It's almost funny.

Except where it isn't at all.

She refuses to be complacent. She spent over five hundred years as a prisoner in that "temple", that place of worship, she will not be another one here. Which is why she opens up her feed. (using the device has been an adjustment)]

Does anyone know who is responsible for us being here? Why has no one fought back? Do you enjoy being slaves?

[That's it. That's the post.]

Comments

[mordedura]

and in what other ways does it fuck with us, exactly?

[experiencepoints]

I'm sure you'll find out.

[mordedura]

how informative

[experiencepoints]

Yeah, yelling at people and assuming we're all either incompetent or happy to be slaves? That's not going to make people want to talk to you much.

[mordedura]

It was worth a shot.

[experiencepoints]

Really?

[There's a short pause, and then:]

Mood swings are the main known way they mess with us. And a panic and fear reaction whenever you try to do anything to affect the implant.

[mordedura]

[There's a pause before she responds, and then finally.]

Good to know. Thank you. I guess I won't be trying to remove it just yet then.

[experiencepoints]

Yes. Please don't try to perform brain surgery on yourself.

[mordedura]

I wasn't planning on it. [But trying to claw it out? Had passed her mind.]

[experiencepoints]

[I think that counts as extremely poor brain surgery.]

Good. Just don't do anything stupid, okay?
If we bide our time, the Atroma will slip up eventually, but if we make a careless blunder, they'll be prepared.

[mordedura]

I have waited for my freedom for a long time, I suppose I can wait a little bit longer.