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[wingedman]

Who: Sam Wilson
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!

Well, now, this is real nice, isn't it? [Judging by the dry tone of Sam's voice, it isn't.] Not that I was doing anything important back home, but it sure as hell beats being scooped up and used to boost ratings on some sort of intergalactic Big Brother. [And, muttered to himself:] I don't even wanna know what happens if you get voted off.

[Back in a normal voice:] So, I'm Sam. Earth, twenty-first century. Guess I'm stuck here for a few days, huh? On the totally not creepy uninhabited giant spaceship. Yeah, I can see the ratings skyrocketing already. This sure better not be some kinda horror show, 'cause I know the black guy's always the first person to get killed by the out of control robots.

-nah, just kidding, they never even have black guys in space to begin with, I'm safe.

[sam what r u even on about]

Also, this food sucks big-time. Come on, can't they feed TV stars better than this? Why couldn't I get trapped on Food Network?

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[wingedman]

[Hold on a moment, and-]

Jesus Christ, what the-

[Sam at least manages to bite the last expletive off. Not that she won't hear enough of him swearing eventually.]

That's just weird.

[To say the least.]

[mucked]

Downright uncanny, yes. [ and if she sounds a little unperturbed, it's because she's lived with hers for nearly two years. but it hasn't been so long that she doesn't remember how jarring it had been to first realize that hardware had been installed into her head. ]

It provides nominal information on the ships themselves. And, on top of that, specialized intel for specific jobs. [ peggy can be seen reaching below a cascade of curls, thumbing her own augment. ] Mine is valid for communications. I can work the comms, recognize fleet frequencies, and so on. Steve's security. Everyone gets an assigned something, Sam. It may take a little while for you to figure yours out.

[wingedman]

Great, yeah, I'm all about people hacking into my brain.

[Note the sarcasm. He's seen enough movies where this sort of thing goes horribly wrong and people are used to kill other people.]

Don't get me wrong, I'm not wild about people from the twenty-first century flying spaceships blind, either, but you'd think there would be a middle ground that didn't involve, you know, non-consensual brain surgery or something.

[mucked]

Apparently, there isn't. [ bone dry. ] But do think twice before you try and remove it. Such efforts tend to end badly.