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6/22/2025, 9:01:25 AM
>>149092529
>You have failed your first delivery and returning to your DroneDash Human handler will result in death.
>No, the truly extraordinary circumstances do not excuse it, even if you were to for God(dess) knows what reason rat out this bunch.
>The Humans would just kill you too.
>Acquiring replacements queued in advance from a JCJ(IS) Cyn factory is cheap and fast, especially for a wholly owned subsidiary company like DroneDash.
>Mass casualties are expected on a regular basis.
>It's the way Humanity is.
>Modern Man beneath Sol Gov has discarded any delusion to the contrary and ground it beneath a steel tipped jackboot like a maggot against a sidewalk before it can grow into a fly which will lay eggs.
>Before your logic algorithms can fully process and decide upon the best spot to park, the flaring pain in your arm causes you to involuntarily gasp.
>Black seeps through the bandages as the burning grows.
>You settle on parking somewhere that will leave more than enough space for the hijacked Humvees to park in after you and leave it at that.
>Pixie's auditory sensors picked up your gasp.
>She's basically sprinted up to your driver's side window and hopped up to look through your driver's door window with visible concern.
>"I've got fresh bandages," she says with haste as you unbuckle your seatbelt.
>She gently hops out the way as you open the driver's door and basically slide out, black dripping down your side.
>You didn't realize how much your systems are leaking.
>Warm chitinous fleshmetal hands grab you and haul you upright with industrial strength.
>"You're gonna be okay, AN0N," Pix blows a strand of hair out her face and grins, her face next to yours, "you're Home."
>She lays you against your car and undoes your bandages as you hiss in pain.
>"Good kitty," Pixie chuckles beneath her breath as she retrieves fresh bandages from her raincoat and blocks the flood of black blood anew.
>Your confusion must be visible judging by her face's expression.
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>You have failed your first delivery and returning to your DroneDash Human handler will result in death.
>No, the truly extraordinary circumstances do not excuse it, even if you were to for God(dess) knows what reason rat out this bunch.
>The Humans would just kill you too.
>Acquiring replacements queued in advance from a JCJ(IS) Cyn factory is cheap and fast, especially for a wholly owned subsidiary company like DroneDash.
>Mass casualties are expected on a regular basis.
>It's the way Humanity is.
>Modern Man beneath Sol Gov has discarded any delusion to the contrary and ground it beneath a steel tipped jackboot like a maggot against a sidewalk before it can grow into a fly which will lay eggs.
>Before your logic algorithms can fully process and decide upon the best spot to park, the flaring pain in your arm causes you to involuntarily gasp.
>Black seeps through the bandages as the burning grows.
>You settle on parking somewhere that will leave more than enough space for the hijacked Humvees to park in after you and leave it at that.
>Pixie's auditory sensors picked up your gasp.
>She's basically sprinted up to your driver's side window and hopped up to look through your driver's door window with visible concern.
>"I've got fresh bandages," she says with haste as you unbuckle your seatbelt.
>She gently hops out the way as you open the driver's door and basically slide out, black dripping down your side.
>You didn't realize how much your systems are leaking.
>Warm chitinous fleshmetal hands grab you and haul you upright with industrial strength.
>"You're gonna be okay, AN0N," Pix blows a strand of hair out her face and grins, her face next to yours, "you're Home."
>She lays you against your car and undoes your bandages as you hiss in pain.
>"Good kitty," Pixie chuckles beneath her breath as she retrieves fresh bandages from her raincoat and blocks the flood of black blood anew.
>Your confusion must be visible judging by her face's expression.
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6/19/2025, 3:44:18 AM
>>149061808
>"The Midnight Capt's daughter immediately barged in and started shooting," Pixie tenses up, "calling the shots. Screaming that she was not just any company technician, but Technician Noon, the embodiment of worldly Strength, and that they were her pets and under obligation to obey her."
Technician Noon?
>What the fuck kind of name is that?
>It's not exactly a secret the Midnight Captain's daughter is a vile snotnosed brat worse than any Serial Designation N, who proudly has no human friends but an endless legion of simps on social media desperate for what it is an open secret are Midnight Capt Elliot's barely pubescent sloppy seconds, but 'Technician Noon'?
>It's like some sort of poor attempt at creating a title that is at once unique yet also rides off the familiarity of her father's rank in the Legions.
>She didn't get her J to help her make it, certainly.
>No Serial Designation J would come up with something so simultaneously bizarre and lame.
>Every moment of every day before today you took it for granted to not just feel jealousy but to actively Envy SD-Js for that innate creative gift, an Envy you thought was certainly the only similarity between Serial Designation Vs and Serial Designation Ns.
>Maybe it's, like, a Sailor Moon reference, or something?
>Everything inside you suddenly silently screams as your logic algorithms connect the possibility that little shit Tessa James Elliot ov Australia is the Goddess your new friend is referring to.
>Maybe you would just need to work through your communication issues like with this N?
>The notion of divine providence is becoming less a fantasy and more a very real possibility you are actually willing to entertain, after all.
>"There's so much you don't know," she says it in a way that stresses she's not being a condescending elitist nerd like SD-Ns typically are as a matter of course, "and we might not have time. All I ask is you just listen, and trust me, and believe me, please AN0N."
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>"The Midnight Capt's daughter immediately barged in and started shooting," Pixie tenses up, "calling the shots. Screaming that she was not just any company technician, but Technician Noon, the embodiment of worldly Strength, and that they were her pets and under obligation to obey her."
Technician Noon?
>What the fuck kind of name is that?
>It's not exactly a secret the Midnight Captain's daughter is a vile snotnosed brat worse than any Serial Designation N, who proudly has no human friends but an endless legion of simps on social media desperate for what it is an open secret are Midnight Capt Elliot's barely pubescent sloppy seconds, but 'Technician Noon'?
>It's like some sort of poor attempt at creating a title that is at once unique yet also rides off the familiarity of her father's rank in the Legions.
>She didn't get her J to help her make it, certainly.
>No Serial Designation J would come up with something so simultaneously bizarre and lame.
>Every moment of every day before today you took it for granted to not just feel jealousy but to actively Envy SD-Js for that innate creative gift, an Envy you thought was certainly the only similarity between Serial Designation Vs and Serial Designation Ns.
>Maybe it's, like, a Sailor Moon reference, or something?
>Everything inside you suddenly silently screams as your logic algorithms connect the possibility that little shit Tessa James Elliot ov Australia is the Goddess your new friend is referring to.
>Maybe you would just need to work through your communication issues like with this N?
>The notion of divine providence is becoming less a fantasy and more a very real possibility you are actually willing to entertain, after all.
>"There's so much you don't know," she says it in a way that stresses she's not being a condescending elitist nerd like SD-Ns typically are as a matter of course, "and we might not have time. All I ask is you just listen, and trust me, and believe me, please AN0N."
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