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A woman wanders in, middle-aged and battered-looking, carried by four metal tentacles. She's soaking wet and looks somewhat dazed as she pushes black hair back from her pale face, looking around.
"Oh...
"Not what I expected. Not at all.
"This obviously is not the bottom of the Hud..."
She stops, looking to the side, listening to something and then looks back at the forum.
"They want to know what Right is. And I... I haven't been able to provide a satisfactory definition."
"Oh...
"Not what I expected. Not at all.
"This obviously is not the bottom of the Hud..."
She stops, looking to the side, listening to something and then looks back at the forum.
"They want to know what Right is. And I... I haven't been able to provide a satisfactory definition."