04-05-2017, 07:51 PM
“This isn’t a good idea, Samus.”
Samus sighed into her helmet. “You always say shit like that, Adam.”
“That’s because I’m usually right.”
Samus kicked the dirt outside her ship as she walked around. “I don’t want to do it either.”
“If Primes were able to go around just resurrecting anyone, I would know,” said Adam. “The Dataverse isn’t a small place. There would have to be some record of it by now.”
Samus continued to pace. “Maybe. Maybe not. How many primes even are there, anyway?”
Adam didn’t have a body, but his silence might have stood in place for a shrug. “Two to three hundred. Maybe? That’s a conservative estimate.”
“And a bunch of those only came in since the Scramble.”
“Right. But that’s been a while ago now. I know it doesn’t feel like it to you …”
“Then same goes for them, right? What if nobody’s discovered it yet? Or nobody’s reported it? I bet the Empire would know.”
“You want me to hack the Empire’s net?” Adam scoffed.
Samus continued. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“The – the worst that could happen if I hacked the Empire’s net, or if you tried resurrecting a woman you never knew?”
Samus paused, then shook her head and threw her hands up. “Okay, I’m going.”
Adam said nothing. Then signed off.
Samus scanned the countryside for her partner. It wasn’t long before Angel arrived, mouth agape as her eyes darted between Samus’s suit and her ship. “Whoaaaah! Is that what you look like for real? You ARE an alien! I knew it!”
Samus waved her hands. “I’m not an alien … exactly … this is my suit. It’s like a suit of armor. See?” She stretched her arms out and let the suit disapparate, resuming her human state.
Angel’s mouth remained open. Then she pointed up at the ship. “And what’s that? Is that an alien? It looks alien. Like your suit.”
“Uh … no. It’s a ship. Spaceship.”
“Ahhhhhh-ooohhh.”
Samus scratched her head, reassuming her armored form before offering Angel a hand. “Let’s go. It’s not much faster than your horses. It just flies.”
“Oooo,” said Angel as they descended into the cockpit.
She remained intently fascinated as Samus fired up the ship’s engines, shrieking in excitement as it rose up into the sky.
“Northwest, you said.”
“North-northwest. It’s a ways away.”
“Then let’s make haste.”
Samus sighed into her helmet. “You always say shit like that, Adam.”
“That’s because I’m usually right.”
Samus kicked the dirt outside her ship as she walked around. “I don’t want to do it either.”
“If Primes were able to go around just resurrecting anyone, I would know,” said Adam. “The Dataverse isn’t a small place. There would have to be some record of it by now.”
Samus continued to pace. “Maybe. Maybe not. How many primes even are there, anyway?”
Adam didn’t have a body, but his silence might have stood in place for a shrug. “Two to three hundred. Maybe? That’s a conservative estimate.”
“And a bunch of those only came in since the Scramble.”
“Right. But that’s been a while ago now. I know it doesn’t feel like it to you …”
“Then same goes for them, right? What if nobody’s discovered it yet? Or nobody’s reported it? I bet the Empire would know.”
“You want me to hack the Empire’s net?” Adam scoffed.
Samus continued. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“The – the worst that could happen if I hacked the Empire’s net, or if you tried resurrecting a woman you never knew?”
Samus paused, then shook her head and threw her hands up. “Okay, I’m going.”
Adam said nothing. Then signed off.
Samus scanned the countryside for her partner. It wasn’t long before Angel arrived, mouth agape as her eyes darted between Samus’s suit and her ship. “Whoaaaah! Is that what you look like for real? You ARE an alien! I knew it!”
Samus waved her hands. “I’m not an alien … exactly … this is my suit. It’s like a suit of armor. See?” She stretched her arms out and let the suit disapparate, resuming her human state.
Angel’s mouth remained open. Then she pointed up at the ship. “And what’s that? Is that an alien? It looks alien. Like your suit.”
“Uh … no. It’s a ship. Spaceship.”
“Ahhhhhh-ooohhh.”
Samus scratched her head, reassuming her armored form before offering Angel a hand. “Let’s go. It’s not much faster than your horses. It just flies.”
“Oooo,” said Angel as they descended into the cockpit.
She remained intently fascinated as Samus fired up the ship’s engines, shrieking in excitement as it rose up into the sky.
“Northwest, you said.”
“North-northwest. It’s a ways away.”
“Then let’s make haste.”
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