If you happen to look up to the sky this night ...

[just_wes]

Comments

[sod_off_spark]

*This is a laptop. It is sitting in the labs somewhere. You may hear a voice speaking from it, pleading for a lift. It's also being broadcast on several radio and subspace frequencies. As loudly and urgently as possible.*

Oh come on, give me a lift! I've got places to go, people to rescue! Please, just this once? I don't hardly weigh anything at all! I'll optimize your computer security for you! You'll never get another virus, I swear!

[just_wes]

... sorry, no.

[sod_off_spark]

. . . Yeah, that's what they said too. You can't blame me for trying, its an elegant ship, if not a very war-like one. Not that I'm in any position to be picky about potential rides.

So. Should I be congratulating you or giving you a 'get well soon' card for your Stockholm syndrome?

[just_wes]

We're explorers, she's not constructed for wars.

I think I'll choose congratulating.

[fake_alchemist]

What's the rush?

[just_wes]

Time to go home, Russ.

[fake_alchemist]

What, already? Don't tell me you're just going to walk off.

[just_wes]

I didn't plan to, no. But there won't be a goodbye party, neither.

[plastic_pal]

[there is a robot staring skyward for a few moments. Then it slumps dejectedly]

It hates me.

[just_wes]

I'm sure she's not really capable of hating anyone.

[plastic_pal]

Just ask it. It wants me to jump in a black hole.

[just_wes]

I doubt our board computer is that hostile.

[im_impulse]

...neat.

[just_wes]

Yes.

[im_impulse]

The paintjob'd be better with flames I think but it's a cool rocket/spaceship thing!

[just_wes]

Unfortunately Starfleet is rather strict about the design, but thank you.

[knowing_smile]

... in a rush?

[just_wes]

I was granted time to make my farewells.

[knowing_smile]

... ah. I see.

Just you?

[just_wes]

Yes. Just me. I asked. Several times.