[ The fact that he's on a space station has not escaped him. And he's. Well, okay. It's practically a dream come true if you ignore all the implications, which he'd love to do, trust him, but there's really nothing about this that's particularly relaxing. His lifelong mission to get kidnapped by aliens? Sounded cooler when he wasn't... actually...
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You rang?
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-- oh. Yeah, I guess I did. Hi? I mean, properly, not just. On the. Thing. Anyway --
Who're you?
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Call me Texas.
Fresh out of the Junkyard, hm?
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Texas. Cool. I'm Connor. I mean, obviously. I mentioned it earlier, on the... [ yeah, he'll just stfu now. ]
Yep. Well, sort of. It's hard to be fresh when you've fallen into some rubbish. [ ha ha ha... ha. ]
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There are about a hundred people, not all human.
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he should probably. You know. Talk now. ]
... There are?
[ okay, calm down. There's a rational explanation for this. Somehow. ]
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Welcome to Sacrosanct.
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[ he's not really feeling at all welcome, but he supposes that's a hazard of, you know, gigantic space station and what, and. He'll just stare some more. ]
And yeah, I'm noticing. All of you are sort of... poppin' out the woodwork, aren't you?
[ nnneeervous laugh. ]
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You did ask us to answer, Connor Temple.
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I know. And it's good you guys are. I mean, it's better than the alternative.
[ pause. ]
So, er. What are you? Who... are you.
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Hello!
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What tests, human?
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Suddenly, a huge smile breaks out on Connor's face. He's completely ignoring (accidentally) your question for a better one: ]
You're an alien?
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[ ...derp. 'Yes,' in other words. ]
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