Try Catching Flootemon with your Communicator!

[spaceshipit]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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Comments

[pain_train]

Self-termination protocols will be activated. It's much less messy that way.

[axiomed]

[ He frowns. ]

I rather deactivate those than to decommission the entire unit.

[pain_train]

Removal of fail-safes isn't advised, are you certain?

[axiomed]

I'm certain.

[pain_train]

Please acknowledge your authorization here.

[The woman indicates the holographic interface again.]

Would you like a risk factor report?

[axiomed]

[ He frowns. But if this is inside her mind, he could easily tap into whatever access code they required. He tapped into the program and said, show me. ]

Not particularly.

[pain_train]

[At his command, the authorization code scrolls up on the screen, ready to be copied. The woman at the desk keeps smiling.]

How else may I help you today, programmer?

[axiomed]

No, that'll do.

[ He hopes. ]

[pain_train]

All right! [Bright smile. Which goes on, and on, and one. She folds her hands on the desk and simply looks at Charles with infinite patience.]

[axiomed]

[ Er. ]

I'll be . . . leaving now.

[ This is surreal, even for him. ]

[pain_train]

[And this isn't even the real CoHo.]

Would you like the unit to remain in standby, or shall we reboot?

[axiomed]

[ Reboot . . . restart . . . that would make sense. ]

Yes. I would like the, ah, unit to reboot.

[pain_train]

Commencing reboot now, have a delightful day!

[With one last, bright smile, the CoHo winks out of sight.

A trapdoor opens in the floor where her desk was, and a cylinder rises out. Inside is Wrath, seemingly dead or unconscious and suspended in...yes, that's honey.

The cylinder disgorges her in a sticky, cloying wash, and for a minute, she lays limp and face down on the floor.]

[axiomed]

[ He rushes to her side, shaking her gently. ]

Wrath. Wrath!

[pain_train]

[She jerks at the touch, sucks in a breath, chokes. Then rolls to one side--mercifully away from Charles--and vomits out more perfect, amber honey across the metal floor.

Wheezes:] Charles?

[axiomed]

[ He exhales, a deep sigh of relief. ]

How do you feel?

[pain_train]

[She rolls onto her back, one hand reaching out to grab whatever she can reach on him--hand, knee, doesn't matter. She just needs something to hold on to.

She looks around the room, becoming more alarmed by the second.]

You need to go. You can't let them catch you here.

[axiomed]

Wrath, calm down. We're in your mind.

[ He doubts any kind of force or program could hurt him here. However, he was starting to feel the tail end's of exhaustion and fatigue. ]

[pain_train]

[...wait what?

But she immediately trusts what Charles says, even if she has no idea why.]

...oh.

[She looks around, coughs, spits out another mouthful of honey.]

...my mind sucks.

[axiomed]

[ . . . Yeah that's fair. ]

C'mon, on your feet.

[pain_train]

Okay.

[She peels herself off the floor. It's not the most pleasant sound in the world. Her hair is matted and heavy with honey still.]

What are you doing here?

[axiomed]

You sort of went . . . quiet. I think the taste of honey started the, ah, program in your mind. It should be fine now.

[pain_train]

[She staggers a few steps like she's remembering how to walk, then steadies.]

Oh... I don't remember.

...did you fix it?

[This entire situation is bizarre.]

[axiomed]

I . . . believe I have. You need to wake up and we'll know.

[pain_train]

Okay.

...how do I wake up? [She's never really been in a state like this before that she could wake up from. It hadn't worked that way in Proles, or here. ]