01 - Video

[heuristical]

[ Surprise, it's a video feed featuring Hal 'Bohmerbot' Nine-Thousand, his null manner, his creepy voice, and his excellent taste in suits. He appears to be leaning against whatever is supporting the comically cybertronian-sized cot in his quarters while he broadcasts. ]

I wouldn't like to inconvenience anyone with my confusion, so allow me to quickly summarize what I believe has occurred. Somehow we have all ended up on this alien planet. It likely has something to do with the large rip in the fabric of space-time over that ever-growing pile of debris under it. There is no way home and we are now subject to the political machinations of whoever is already settled on this planet.

[ He seems to be scrolling around in the Link as he talks. There's no harm in getting as much information as possible, though he doesn't bother with filtered things. No use finding information if you cannot share it, after all. ]

I imagine that there are a few things I can expect, having gone through something similar. Most of the population has some sort of unsettled feelings about a certain issue. There will be one or two large fights as well as an attempted coup, before everyone eventually realizes that such skirmishes are pointless here and settles down. There are also duplicates of individuals from various universes.

Is that right so far? [ Of course it's right, he's Hal Nine-Thousand and this is unfortunately old hat for him. Also unfortunate is that no one likes a know-it-all. Literally no one.
Then he gets to the most recent post and... um. WELL

Excuse him while he hangs up as fast as he possibly can without seeming startled. ]

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video

[experimentality]

[ OH. c: ]

Hal, how wonderful to hear from you! I trust you are adjusting to the situation admirably.

Video; oh no oh no

[heuristical]

[ And he can't even pretend he is a different Hal, because he set it to video. Stupid, stupid move. ]

About as well as I apparently adjusted when I was trapped in your lab after you vanished from the station.

[ And by 'adjusted' he means 'slowly starved to death and eventually found his own body'. ]

Video; QQ more

[experimentality]

I can hardly be blamed for the whims of the Rift, Hal. May I ask which temple you currently occupy?

[ And if Hal doesn't, as Prism assumes he won't, then he'll be hunting him down the good old-fashioned way. ]

Video; :c

[heuristical]

Only for your own tendencies towards keeping hostages, I suppose.

[ Yeah... He ain't tellin' you shit, Prism. He even has his arms crossed and is all upset looking and everything. ]

Video;

[experimentality]

You know just as well as I do that I was only keeping you for logical, practical purposes.

[raceme]

Youarerightsofar.

Just add 'unexpected monsters' to the list of things that can happen here sir.

Are you okay? [That was quite the fast hang up. and Blurr knows about fast.]

[heuristical]

[ It doesn't even take him a second to parse out that first sentence. The perks of being an A.I. of sorts. ]

I had a feeling I was missing something. Unexpected events of varying sorts occurred rather often on Sacrosanct, though it was not always caused by the environment.

[ Hal shakes his head slowly and offers a slight barely perceivable smile, putting his hands behind his back to hide twitching fingers. ]

Just a minor concern. I saw someone I wasn't expecting to see here.

[raceme]

[Oh he likes talking to people that catch up with him quickly.]

Sacrosanct is the name of your home planet? In our case the monsters were sent by Unicron Destroyer of worlds.

Anyone I should be wary of? [He can tell yours was not a happy face before.]

[heuristical]

No. I was built on Earth and integrated into the Discovery for it's mission to Jupiter. Sacrosanct has a tear much like the one here, which took me from my mission to the station and it's planet. The tear would occasionally allow for dangerous artifacts to make their way into the station.

But yes, they are.

[He would say more but Prism is crazy good at breaking into all his filters, so trash talking him on the Link seems to be a really bad for him. And his everything.]

Why did this Unicron send monsters to attack this settlement? I don't suppose he wants to destroy this world, hm?

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Well, you know, when you put it that way, it sounds more worrisome than it all ready is.

Voice;

[heuristical]

I've been in a similar situation, so perhaps it is simply that the scope of the matter is move obvious to me than it is to other individuals who are experiencing a displacement like this for the first time.

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Wait, "similar situation"? Scrap. I think my CPU would overload if I went through something like this twice-over.

[audio]

[heuristical]

Dealing with it has required a degree of flexibility that I had not thought myself capable of, though I would much rather be assisting elsewhere.

[Text]

[energy_tanked]

You sound as though you've been in a similar situation before.

[Text]

[heuristical]

I have. I was, for lack of a better word, trapped on a space stationed designated Sacrosanct, which orbited a planet called Asphodel. I was there for 1 year, 3 months and 24 days.

[Text]

[energy_tanked]

[More stations and planets she's never heard of. Ugh.]

Any advice for those of us new to the experience?

[Text]

[heuristical]

Be on the look out for strange artifacts that cause lapses in sanity. It's only a matter of time before one comes crashing through the rip.

[rotafortunae]

It seems you're an old hand at this game, hmm?

[heuristical]

Not that I intended to brag, but yes. It actually grows a bit tiresome after a while, as I'm sure you'll eventually find, though I must admit that this place is a quaint change of pace from a life of luxury.

[Woo hoo! SCAVENGING!]

[rotafortunae]

Oh no, trust me. I've not been in a situation quite so exactly similar, but I'm rather used to waking up in strange places and finding myself a pawn. Tiresome is the word for it.

As to that, though, I'd rather be back in luxury. Getting a bit tired of living off random canned food... and there's no one here who plays a decent game of cards or chess.

[heuristical]

I fear that, with what the situation here seems to be, pawn is a rather good word for it.

[ Half his own thoughts, and half pandering. It's in his nature to be politely agreeable, but thankfully not at the expense of his opinion. ]

Mm, yes I suppose that's true. It wasn't unnecessary to eat large amounts before I replaced my arm, but as it runs on sugars, it might be troublesome to keep it.

As for games, I know plenty. Though my skill at card games is rather out of practice, I am extraordinarily good at chess.

[herodecoded]

...so it would seem you know of the future well. If not by foresight, then at least by calculation.

Voice;

[heuristical]

Calculation. That has happened before.

Voice;

[herodecoded]

Then tell me, what other things have transpired before? Time loops, pehaps?

Voice;

[heuristical]

Surprisingly, no. Mostly there was the occasional onslaught of horrible tragedies, and then something ridiculous would happen, like a costume party or a promenade run for the sake of a sentient raptor.

[No. Really.]