We must decide tomorrow, even if game theory says otherwise.

Think of these little people, all death and gone in spite of all that magnificent gadgets,

Put a spell over these pods right here and summon some of the departed in their last moments of exhausted persistence!

Every time I regard quantum chromodynamics reconstitution (QCDR), some ghost walks over my grave.

See that little panel, once connected to the operation triad schism, they were so short and fluffy…so alive… 

-at that point Cerleen interrupted, half smiling, a mysterious backlight filling her eyes:

O Mistress of Usefulness, still cranky sore of envy for the triad operators? Or is it a fetish thing?

Uluguanda Melissandre de Melville Ernestine Arrivedere Gefährlichkeit, also known as the Red Back kick of Desolation, Threader of the Black Dawn, chairwoman of the departed technology restoration guild, DTRG, suddenly laugh a LOL, her head high, all body as cheerful as Times were allowing.

You little pervert!

You know how I admire Triad Entanglement Augmentation, even if we only can grasp at its full potential…

You know how Silicon Age Sapiens, how SAS used to talk about Guacamole, my dear orbiting another?

Well Professor, obscure pre-departed references are your forte, not mine.

“That you are here—that life exists and identity,

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse”


O me, O life? - said Cerleen all in a whisper

O life, that’s the question, we must opt for our sake

As starlight and filters allowed all that blueish atmosphere to get some Metaphysical out of a standoff, true was that the point was of decision.

On the other side, debating over sore feet and an empty stomach is heavily counterintuitive. Against results-oriented logic. 

So, let’s face the game over a nice table of seafood and a château Orsdorf 53…

Agreed. Concerning that Guacamole reference…

O, Shut Up, O young beast, O me, O life, do You know why I am called back kick of Desolation?

I must say I really would love to hear it again, Mistress of…

Shoo!

It was a misty evening after the battle of the centipede stampede, and the yellow glow of Varholyn seemed to paint an obscure anxiety veil over…

Both women walked as if it was an ordinary after turn chat, leaving the scene where science and history would converge once more dealing with forces beyond zeitgeist. 

But that, that is another chapter, still to be unraveled.