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[weedbgon]

okay gang time to get into a LITTLE philosophy with your pal professor merle. put your ass to the grass and talk this out. stay in school with me. don't be a loser!

now, hypothetically. in terms of this whole killer robots thing, since we can probably all agree they're assholes and they kinda make snags for us.

if you had a question you wanted to forward to one of the NORMAL killer robots who DOESN'T wanna be our friend, what's at the top of your list? assuming there's only time for like two questions before you get murdered, i mean. in the spirit of negotiation.

or heck, you know what? if you don't wanna think any up, save us all the trouble and just tell me what kinda VIBE you'd want a question to have. vibes are way easier. like cool teenager? hardboiled detective? big whiny baby? all that stuff.

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[weedbgon]

a really cool looking combination of inner peace and magic

and probably a lot of uh

trying again

[circumitus]

so just magic then.
youre talking about contacting them with magic.

hypothetically.

[weedbgon]

yep. hypothetically.

i kinda used to do this THING back home where i could have a little chat with someone. neutral ground, negotations, blah blah blah. i mean it mostly got my ass killed and i dont know if it's gonna take too well anymore. but i figure hey, could be worse than a big fat hypothetical.

[circumitus]

the gods would have us think that the null are beyond negotiations.
cant hurt to at least try tho.
tranquility at least seemed to be the one who thought that itd be worth an effort to talk to them again.

[weedbgon]

tranquility is such a great emotion. right? i bet tranquility would be into the idea.
i'd rather try than assume one way or the other you know? see what they have to say for themselves to someone with an open mind!

[circumitus]

[Rey can't believe she's thinking this way, but...]

sounds like a good idea
provided you dont get yourself killed by saying something stupid to them to make them see you as an enemy.
that might be a good place to start.

[weedbgon]

i never make a promise not to say something stupid. i'm gonna settle for hoping i don't say something TOO stupid!

[circumitus]

that doesnt tend to inspire much confidence you know.

but if you can somehow manage to convince them to stay off our backs, that'd be great.

[weedbgon]

all you can do in life is your best. and i do all the best i can! yeah i just try not to promise itll always work out. but who knows! something good could come out of it.

i can ask. worst they do is say no.

[circumitus]

well, they can do that or obliterate you from existence, that's another possibility.

[weedbgon]

i dunno. ive died like 68 times already so i'm kinda worn out on worrying about it too much. if it happens i guess it happens.

[circumitus]

still you shouldn't get too relaxed with how many lives you have. never know when the day comes that you'll be on your last one.

[Rey's sure that Sato would have made some reference to a game if he were still around. Thankfully he's not, because that was one less headache to deal with on top of homicidal synthetics and stupid gods.]

[weedbgon]

yeah i mean
you got a point there i guess. never know how the crapshoot is gonna treat you!
so you got a name or what?

[circumitus]

it's rey.

and assuming you dont get blown to so many smithereens by a null that not even hope wants to bother, you probably have one to give too.

[weedbgon]

merle highchurch! so plenty of letters. if i get blown to smithereens just assign one letter to a piece. like a jigsaw puzzle. itll be fine. my pals already have my funeral arrangements figured out

[circumitus]

[Uh... huh.]

right.
of course they do.