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[redshitlord]

[Having noticed the general quiet on the ship, someone is going to speak up in an attempt to fix this problem.]

Soooo....

How about that crazy party stuff, huh? I know like, years and stuff are important to humans so. Sorry? About that?

But seriously is it really that bad? I mean, you guys have like, what? Two-hundred of 'em?

[Sideswipe, no, humans don't live to be 200 you ninny.]

What's one more! I mean there's worse ways to go than a big party, right? [... he's trying to give a peptalk. He really, really is.] I guess if you really feel bad, um.

Talk to each other! That's totally what everyone keeps telling me to do when bad scrap happens.



Yeah, that's like, all I got, man. Just relax, okay dudes? Next planet's gotta be better.

[you tried, sideswipe]

Comments

[warandpeace]

I'm worried about the prospect of the next planet being "better".

[After all, this last planet was supposed to be "good".]

Hopefully we can come up with some more solid defense strategies in cases like these, even if they're exceptionally hard to predict. Considering the range of experiences available among the crew, there should be some useful recommendations.

[redshitlord]

Dude, why? If it's better then no one's gonna get suckered into bug parties!

...

Okay, yeah, you're probably saying smart stuff but I checked out once you said "defense strategies".

[warandpeace]

This ship keeps making "better" feel more complex. I think we've only been to one place where everything turned out well in the end. In the beginning, it always feels easier.

Short version was that I hope we can help ourselves. We should collectively know enough.

[redshitlord]

But that doesn't mean it's not gonna happen again, dude! Good stuff, I mean! Lighten up a little...

Oh, so. Why not just say that?

[warandpeace]

Because I have to gather up what I can of those experiences. See what advice people have so I can put it forward to the captains.

[He's been lightened up for a year. He just wants to go back to being his usual paranoid workaholic self. He does wonder what happened to that date they talked about a long time ago, but he doesn't ask.]

[redshitlord]

Oh.

Uhhh.

That's cool, dude. Good luck with that. 'Cause I am all kinds of not the right bot for that job.

[warandpeace]

Well, in any case... most of the humans I know don't make it that long. I'm over halfway there.

[Even disregarding his own known death, in the time he's from the average life expectancy is 74.]

[redshitlord]

Whoa.

That sucks. Sorry about that.

[warandpeace]

I guess everyone already explained how much a year makes a difference to us.

But it doesn't sound like they could help it.

Maybe that's the worst part. The drugging was bad, but everyone was affected everywhere. It was just how it was. Even the ones they didn't touch.

[He's so used to these things being machinations and schemes that the idea of things just happening is foreign.]

[redshitlord]

But I mean, it could've been worse. It could've been like... a hundred years.

So... at least there's that, isn't there?