!qw2cdBTZAc 02/16/12(Thu)16:04 No.17978264|
You sit quiet for a moment, organizing your thoughts. "You meet a lot of people in life. Lots of them, you don't quite like. A few of them you even hate." You look at your prosthetic, the hand's armored fingers showing the wear and tear of continual use, tiny dents and scratches here and there. "You get a few scars here and there, and you see how cruel some people can be."
You look up to the front of the room, towards the disembodied being. "But! You also meet a few good fellows. Sure, they may be a little hard, or inexperienced, but you can relate. They feel pain just like you, share the same foods, and even like sitting around a good fire just enjoying each other's company." You sit back, thinking for a moment before continuing. "I won't say that our tactics of cruelty aren't the same as those we might be facing. However, I will say that we're not some two-bit lunatics who want to form an empire. We simply wish to provide for ourselves, and live." You clench your metal fist. "My people might not know what I have endured, but that is all part of the sacrifice. If they can simply enjoy their lives, then that is enough for me."
You look up around the room, noting no change. After a long pause, you receive another message.
<<Very well. Your motive is clear.>>
<<You do not have a prior entry into the Astrolabe. Constructing one presently.>>
You feel the room around you shaking, and then stabilizing. You hear the creaking of hinges, and look behind you to see a wooden door in the white wall swung open, outwards. Beyond it, you see a bright, blue sky.