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COLD OPEN Future Internal Affairs cop to Future Benson: "These are good cispeople, but in a bind, they'll support each other, not you." Future Benson shakes her head. "Don't they know we have an planetkin president now?"
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"Ever since that paradigm shift thirty years ago..." "Don't cleave too close to memories of the past, STVBLR. Focus on the here and now." "Right now our only potential lead for the abuse of a bed-ridden silicon-based lifeform is a sentient hammerhead." "Bedrock-ridden, you mean." "Whatever, at least the eyewitness in the hospital." "Is it near the ground floor?" "No, on the eight hundredth floor, near the observation deck--" Future Benson and STVBLR exchange quick glances and take off running. INTERIOR, UNION HOSPITAL COLONY FuBen and STVBLR are met with the crunch of the hammerhead's skin against concrete as they frantically tap on it in the language of his people not to waste his life. After an emotional reveal of the lurid missing linchpin of the case against sharkself, he jumps. STVBLR punches at the ground. From his arm extends a glowing wireframe holo-fist, which in a canned animation connects with and noclips through the ground, playing a tinny sound more appropriate for impact with a locker than with concrete. A recording plays "drat!" in time with the punches as the scene fades to black and the ending intertitle appears onscreen. [THE PRECEDING STORY WAS FICTIVE. NO ACTUAL KIN OR HEADCANON WAS DEPICTED.] Lawrence Gilchrist fucked around with this message at 11:40 on Feb 24, 2015 |
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