[They should be used to Ivan's antics by now, but instead of the usual grandeur, today it was just plain old Ivan, clearly frustrated with his fuzzy TV reception and flickering lights
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But she liked Liquid. As much as an AI pod could like someone. And she'd said she'd look out for him.
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Mission failed? These odds were not good. Two "dead", and two exiled. That meant they had a very small change that one of the two exiled, or both, was a wolf. The alternative would mean that the enemies were in the majority. Minority or majority? Exiled, or remaining?
This time she hovered a short distance above the rest, not too far. Just watching. And listening. There had to be an answer. A hint. Something in the way they spoke or acted. Humans were weak like that. She already had some suspicions, but nothing concrete.]
La, la la, la la la, la la laaa... la, la la, la la, la la laaaa...
[And Volgin, for the most part, was not going to be contending with the fangs of wolves, but instead, the complete mercy of a robot in the face of a lack of a lubricant to get himself back out.
... No matter. He earned it, as he squeezed around the central core, to the small stash of things of its previous occupant. His hand greedily snatched the bottle, his eyes surveying the label.
The heavens parted while a choir of angels sang: It was sake.]
[If she could have been, she would have been blushing. In the lack of such an option, she simply waited patiently and wished she had cameras in there. She was reliant entirely upon touch sensors and audio.
Well, no matter. Either he'd fry her systems or he wouldn't, either way she'd need to keep her sensors active.]
[Maybe Volgin, as he was taking his first swig of liquor in a few days, should have mentioned to her that he was going to need to discharge his building load of electricity eventually.
He had a few hours before his body reflexively released, not unlike holding one's breath to the point of collapse.
And he was not going to use the beautiful, glowing bottle of Japanese alcohol as an experimental, desperate lubricant either.
He was making himself comfortable in the ... belly? Womb? of the creature meanwhile.
My sensors indicate that the bottle held by the Colonel is the only one within me.
[Volgin better hold onto that electricity because if he starts releasing it, she WILL eject the AI pod and he won't like that little ride. Nor will she, since it means she'll need someone to repair her systems.]
Liquid was?
But she liked Liquid. As much as an AI pod could like someone. And she'd said she'd look out for him.
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Mission failed?
These odds were not good. Two "dead", and two exiled. That meant they had a very small change that one of the two exiled, or both, was a wolf. The alternative would mean that the enemies were in the majority. Minority or majority? Exiled, or remaining?
This time she hovered a short distance above the rest, not too far. Just watching. And listening. There had to be an answer. A hint. Something in the way they spoke or acted. Humans were weak like that. She already had some suspicions, but nothing concrete.]
La, la la, la la la, la la laaa... la, la la, la la, la la laaaa...
[It was a good thing she could not feel guilt.]
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[And Volgin, for the most part, was not going to be contending with the fangs of wolves, but instead, the complete mercy of a robot in the face of a lack of a lubricant to get himself back out.
... No matter. He earned it, as he squeezed around the central core, to the small stash of things of its previous occupant. His hand greedily snatched the bottle, his eyes surveying the label.
The heavens parted while a choir of angels sang: It was sake.]
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[If she could have been, she would have been blushing. In the lack of such an option, she simply waited patiently and wished she had cameras in there. She was reliant entirely upon touch sensors and audio.
Well, no matter. Either he'd fry her systems or he wouldn't, either way she'd need to keep her sensors active.]
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He had a few hours before his body reflexively released, not unlike holding one's breath to the point of collapse.
And he was not going to use the beautiful, glowing bottle of Japanese alcohol as an experimental, desperate lubricant either.
He was making himself comfortable in the ... belly? Womb? of the creature meanwhile.
Indeed, he refused to share.]
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Volgin. What the hell are you doing?
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As they say in English, "wetting one's whistle".
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Is there enough for two?
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No.
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Then give me the booze! I am not playing this game any more while sober, real or imagined.
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[Was booze worth that much?]
Chrysalis, how much alcohol do you currently store?
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[Volgin better hold onto that electricity because if he starts releasing it, she WILL eject the AI pod and he won't like that little ride. Nor will she, since it means she'll need someone to repair her systems.]
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[And when the game is over, he can go straight to the bar and get drunk with his dog.]
You win this round, Volgin. And I do hope you'll be able to get out of the robot. [ZING]
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[Looking around at the others] Well, you heard him. Isn't anyone gonna help the poor guy out?
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Oh hell no.
Volgin was now resolved to get inside and have it for himself.
Or plug it with his ass. One or the other.]
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