July 6, 2009

[invadingspaces]

[A familiar shape - for it is hardly anything more than a shape, flat, white and about the size of a hand - floats back through the train. It has taken a long time to invade indeed - ever a new thing here, there. Yet there's no opposition; not the way it expects. The train has people on it, but largely the Invader, unless it makes a scene, manages

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[futago_ni]

*rubbing his eyes tiredly, on his way to the dining car for a glass of water*

...invade what?

[invadingspaces]

This space.

[futago_ni]

...which space?

[invadingspaces]

This one.

[archer_flower_9]

[Erika regards the little invader curiously.]

Your purpose?

[invadingspaces]

Yes.

[archer_flower_9]

[Something nudges at the back of her mind - something the elder members of the Organization had spoken of, a computer whose programs were alive.]

What are you?

[invadingspaces]

I am a Space Invader.