5 [ location: angela's apartment / accidental visual ]

[bonescientist]

Brennan sits cross-legged on the living room floor in Angela's apartment, sandwiched between the couch and the coffee table. Her laptop, a half-empty bottle of beer and an opened carton of Chinese food with a pair of chopsticks sticking out of it are perched on the table in front of her. Yellow Post-It notes litter most of the free surface left on

Comments

[Voice]

[aklingonside]

Writer's block? What were you trying to write?

[Voice]

[bonescientist]

A crime novel. Specifically, a sequel to my previous book.

[Voice]

[aklingonside]

I can't say I'm disappointed that you're struggling to find inspiration into Taxon.

[Voice]

[bonescientist]

Oh? Why is that?

[Voice]

[aklingonside]

Because the last thing we need is a crime wave.

[Voice]

[bonescientist]

A crime wave? Do you really believe a fictitious novel could incite the people of Taxon to commit crimes? I grant you that irrational and arbitrary behavior is common enough and that I've examined bodies that have been murdered over the most inane reasons, but do you actually think that the people here are quite that impressionable?

[Voice]

[aklingonside]

It might give the hamsters ideas. If they decide to glitch you, there isn't much you can do about it.

[Voice]

[bonescientist]

By that logic, several activities here should be discouraged in order to not give our alien overlords ideas for glitches.

[Voice]

[aklingonside]

It's a shame we don't have any law enforcers to 'discourage' them.