Yeah, I mean, really, awgiedawgie, has there ever been any time in your life since the release of the first Star Wars movie that you haven’t wanted a light saber? Personally, I’m with Almond Magnum on this one. (I’m also still waiting for the transporter technology, but that’s a different problem.)
Fair point, Candace. But usually the desire is hiding nice and dormant somewhere in my brain. Unity always seems to wake it up somehow. And she doesn’t even have to barf on me to do it (thank goodness for that).
Oh, and thank you so much for reminding me that I want a transporter too. I mean, a tardis would be better, but I certainly wouldn’t turn down a transporter.
Say, here’s a terrifying thought- if everyone fighting has bits of Unity in them, does that mean they’re all susceptible to Unity’s code phrases? What happens if someone just walks up to that group right now and shouts “Blueberry Waffles”?
I suspect those drones are big and metallic, not small and chitinous. Maybe of the Reaper or Predator variety? After all, what are the odds Ira’s been playing in the military’s toybox? Gotta spend those taxpayers’ billions on *something*! 😉
Tip is having this conversation within earshot of Ira, and both parties are cool with it because they both know that Ira is so far out of SH’s league that (a) Ira won’t learn anything he doesn’t already know and (b) Tip can’t tell the rest of the team anything that Ira cares about.
The group has fun—but Tip is missing it. He is there, and they’re in the distance it. Their new mental link makes a tank-that-will-think—which doesn’t involve Wilkin kissing it.
Dag. Now I want a lightsaber.
So do I, but I thought it was a permanent part of the human condition.
before or after cutting your own arm?
Before, at least for most of the population.
Even after!
Tis, but a scratch
“or”?
Yeah, I mean, really, awgiedawgie, has there ever been any time in your life since the release of the first Star Wars movie that you haven’t wanted a light saber? Personally, I’m with Almond Magnum on this one. (I’m also still waiting for the transporter technology, but that’s a different problem.)
I’m short, I’m on the laser crossbow team.
I’m very firmly in all three camps.
Fair point, Candace. But usually the desire is hiding nice and dormant somewhere in my brain. Unity always seems to wake it up somehow. And she doesn’t even have to barf on me to do it (thank goodness for that).
Oh, and thank you so much for reminding me that I want a transporter too. I mean, a tardis would be better, but I certainly wouldn’t turn down a transporter.
Get me one while you’re at it, please!
Well, at least he hasn’t managed to hack the Unity virus to serve as cameras.
As far as we know. After all, Unity was created by an employee of Anasigma.
Say, here’s a terrifying thought- if everyone fighting has bits of Unity in them, does that mean they’re all susceptible to Unity’s code phrases? What happens if someone just walks up to that group right now and shouts “Blueberry Waffles”?
.
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That’s a real possiblity.
Egad! I hope not!
The original programmer is part of the collective: perhaps she knows a work-around?
Unity says, “WHERE?!” hungrily, Virginia having long since changed it to “kale tofu”!
First least-desirable food item *I* could think of…
Drones? Has Ira compromised one of the bee swarms?
It’s all fun and games up to the point where everyone is barfing black goop.
I thought that was the fun and games.
We all remember first year of university (well some of us do)
I was the designated driver.
I suspect those drones are big and metallic, not small and chitinous. Maybe of the Reaper or Predator variety? After all, what are the odds Ira’s been playing in the military’s toybox? Gotta spend those taxpayers’ billions on *something*! 😉
Hmmm, yeah, that does seem probable, all things considered.
He’s had access to mad teach for years, could be anything really.
But it’s Tip who has the high ground.
Hope the virus doesn’t take its rejection personally…
It’s not you, it’s us…
Tip is having this conversation within earshot of Ira, and both parties are cool with it because they both know that Ira is so far out of SH’s league that (a) Ira won’t learn anything he doesn’t already know and (b) Tip can’t tell the rest of the team anything that Ira cares about.
Hot take – lightsabers are junk, only useful if you’re an overpowered telepathic Mary Sue.
Give me a Stouker concussion rifle any day.
And now suddenly (my brain goes off on some interesting tangents), I’m imagining the Wicked Witch with access to the Death Star.
“I’ll get you, my pretty! And your little planet, too!”
I think my limerick disappeared into cyberspace today. I’ll check back later, and if it’s not there, I’ll think up another one.
The group has fun—but Tip is missing it. He is there, and they’re in the distance it. Their new mental link makes a tank-that-will-think—which doesn’t involve Wilkin kissing it.