What drugs am I taking right now?
What drugs is Sweetheart on right now?
What drugs are we all on right now?
These are truly the questions that tear at the corners of the human mind. Or dog mind.
Sometimes, you only *think* you are in a conversation…
I hope all this setup leads, somehow, to the silverfish and cobras… and a solution to the mystery of whether smelling like a librarian is a good thing or not… No matter what we hope for, whatever we get will be as neat or neater… I take note of the fact that a Mads-related facility is going to need a reverse engineer, and I think I know of one… In the meantime, I just hope Dr. F, Frank, and Dr. Larry Erhardt get background walk-ons some day…
But seriously, would you expectt a relationship between two nonhumans to follow human norms? If you think of it, both of them are only humanoid for convenience, and not especially their convenience.
Come to think of it, this might be it—if Sweetheart is up on sports, and knows whether Unity is or not, she might realize something is odd about their conversation. One can only hope she realizes before the others attempt a rescue…
Bubbles honey, where you at?
Come out to center ice!
The coin is tossed! The first pitch has been thrown!
Your turn to serve, come up to bat,
It’s time to roll the dice!
We’re on a power play against the zone!
Oh, Bubbles, come back!
You’re making our date … be late!
Bubbles, come back!
We both wanna touch … and such …
She’s a peach!
We can reach
Second base!
Looking at what he said, he’s a cyborg helicopter with no bangable parts. I think the drone has plenty. Violet Bee (is that her/his name?) was dying to get at Tip. And Nick said Meh, this thing’s like an ironing board. Sounds like it had SOMETHING at least . . .
Wait, wait, it might be possible that U.N.I.T.Y. might just be using an extended metaphor. Admittedly, the odds are she and Bubbles did join some cosplayers playing Quidditch for fun, but there are outside possibilities.
U.N.I.T.Y. as a Bludger? That has got to be the most disturbing thought I’ve had this week.
What drugs am I taking right now?
What drugs is Sweetheart on right now?
What drugs are we all on right now?
These are truly the questions that tear at the corners of the human mind. Or dog mind.
18 percent diatomic oxygen in a nitrogen base with trace gasses, and gaseous dihydrogen monoxide
If this is still the simulation it does a very good Unity.
A matter of opinion, but I feel like it is and is intended to be a merely half-decent impression of Unity. Too long form, not ADD enough.
I think you’re on to something there. 😀
Sometimes, you only *think* you are in a conversation…
I hope all this setup leads, somehow, to the silverfish and cobras… and a solution to the mystery of whether smelling like a librarian is a good thing or not… No matter what we hope for, whatever we get will be as neat or neater… I take note of the fact that a Mads-related facility is going to need a reverse engineer, and I think I know of one… In the meantime, I just hope Dr. F, Frank, and Dr. Larry Erhardt get background walk-ons some day…
I am suddenly reminded of this: http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?id=3683
While I’m reminded of this… and I’m ashamed to admit it
https://xkcd.com/540/
Better than this: https://xkcd.com/1507/
But seriously, would you expectt a relationship between two nonhumans to follow human norms? If you think of it, both of them are only humanoid for convenience, and not especially their convenience.
I hate it when people mix sports metaphors.
Come to think of it, this might be it—if Sweetheart is up on sports, and knows whether Unity is or not, she might realize something is odd about their conversation. One can only hope she realizes before the others attempt a rescue…
Am I right in recalling that the drone does not, in fact, have any bases?
“No bangable parts unless you’re real creative,” I think Nick said. But it always puzzled me a little—I mean, the drone does have a mouth…
Ah, but you see Unity IS really creative.
And I think Nick meant ‘Nothing the operator would enjoy’
Service really is her joy.
Maybe not her only joy.
(TUNE: “Center Field”, John Fogerty)
Bubbles honey, where you at?
Come out to center ice!
The coin is tossed! The first pitch has been thrown!
Your turn to serve, come up to bat,
It’s time to roll the dice!
We’re on a power play against the zone!
Oh, Bubbles, come back!
You’re making our date … be late!
Bubbles, come back!
We both wanna touch … and such …
She’s a peach!
We can reach
Second base!
Sadly, this could believably be either an accurate simulation of Unity, or a malfunction in the simulation’s parsing software.
Wait, sadly? I meant awesomely.
Looking at what he said, he’s a cyborg helicopter with no bangable parts. I think the drone has plenty. Violet Bee (is that her/his name?) was dying to get at Tip. And Nick said Meh, this thing’s like an ironing board. Sounds like it had SOMETHING at least . . .
Wait, wait, it might be possible that U.N.I.T.Y. might just be using an extended metaphor. Admittedly, the odds are she and Bubbles did join some cosplayers playing Quidditch for fun, but there are outside possibilities.
U.N.I.T.Y. as a Bludger? That has got to be the most disturbing thought I’ve had this week.