Preservation’s ships are different, so stepping onto a Corporation Rim transport was familiar in a weird way. (A weirdly unpleasant way that disrupted the organic parts of my insides.)
Mensah was walking down the steps away from the council offices and I was standing behind her between Pin-Lee and Dr. Bharadwaj. We were all looking to the side, with various what-the-fuck expressions.
Good thinking. They’ll be fine. Probably. I mean, as long as they don't touch the big red button by the airlock.
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Okay, yeah. They’re doomed, aren't they?
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Unfortunately I've startled humans just by existing before. A very sensitive species. Not sure how they've survived this long.
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Okay, yeah. They’re doomed, aren't they?