[video] Enter the Fanboy

[cerebroshellshocked]

[The video feed pops on, to a slightly breathless sounding voice and a worried pair of blue optics.]

...must have gotten knocked out.

Perceptor?  Verity?    Springer?  A-anyone? 

[He tries to make his voice sound a little calmer, a little less unnerved. ]

I'm okay. Something must've, uh, hit me on the head or something.

[Not, you know, the passing out thing. Of course not]

Tell me it's over.

Tell me...we won.

...

Tell me I'm not alone.

Comments

[video]

[cerebroshellshocked]

I don't think anyone wishes for death.

Just to...not die like a coward.

[video]

[aerospacecommander]

Personally, I think you shouldn't want either of those.

But dying in general seems like it'd be such a pain.

[video]

[cerebroshellshocked]

It is, [he knows--the bullet eating its way into his brain module hurts] but, uh, it happens to everyone.

[video]

[aerospacecommander]

I plan to live forever.

[video]

[cerebroshellshocked]

..._{I wish I could.}

[video]

[aerospacecommander]

Just strive to be a god and it will happen.

[video]

[cerebroshellshocked]

I don't think I want to do that.

Why do you want to be a god?

[video]

[aerospacecommander]

Why wouldn't someone want to be a god?

[video]

[cerebroshellshocked]

Because you can't have any friends.

[video]

[aerospacecommander]

Who needs friends when you've personal slaves?