Oct. 19th, 2008

dreamermoa: (I hear you're pretty gangsta)
[a long silence]

If any doctors will be free son, I think I would like to get my chip out, please. It's in my neck. I remember when everyone was saying that, a long time ago, that's when I arrived here.

[locked to the Scientists // Somewhat Hackable]
I'd...like to speak with you, please. No - I - need to talk to you.

[deep breath.]

And I think you should listen. I'm one of the ones who really like you, who want to help and work and for everything to be better. And...isn't that important to you? That's why you brought us here.

I think...that we deserve some explanation. You - you're just alienating us, the way you're acting now. I want to keep liking you, but it's hard when you just...toy with us like this. That isn't fair to do that to us. There are some of us, here, who just - don't seem to care. But some of us do, and we want to trust you but you have to give us some trust first for it to work out!

[she's gotten excited, and pauses for breath.]

So...just give us something. Something we can work with. We can help each other, and we can rebuild Discedo...but only together.

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