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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

Re: text

[mordedura]

Maybe I'm not concerned whether they help me or not.

I suppose there is that much. Which isn't much.

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[pain_train]

oh jesus fuck are you one of those hurfdurf don't need no one's help lone wolf people?

not much is still more than nothing

[mordedura]

I've had to rely on myself for most of my existence, so excuse me if I'm not clamoring to be little miss popularity.

[pain_train]

teamwork isn't the same as popularity tho

but if you got a team they'll watch your back and you watch theirs that's the way it works

[mordedura]

[The truth is Santanico has never had a team, never had people she could honestly trust.]

assuming they can be trusted.

[pain_train]

most people are good kind and generous!

[mordedura]

You do realize how naive you sound, don't you?