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ataraxion2012-09-14 08:53 pm
toasterprophet) wrote in ataraxion2012-09-14 08:53 pm
002 ∞ ANONYMOUS TEXT POST
[Leoben has been letting most of his encryptions on the network, when he bothers to use them, hover at around an 70-80% effectiveness, and basing them off the work of others so as not to tip his hand too much. It's still early in the game, and he hasn't had any pressing reason to break out his real talents.
This post, though. It's sent to everyone, original crew included, but anyone trying to figure out what number it came from is going to be dealing with an absolute bastard of a coded encryption, full of traps and false backdoors, created by someone who's not only an AI himself but a specialist among AIs in coding, network jamming, and sabotage.
Of course, there are probably one or two people onboard who will guess immediately who it came from, but oh well. Leoben's annoyed.]
Being ejected out the airlock of a spaceship isn't all that fun a way to die. Take it from someone who knows.
If we're going to be talking about instituting a death penalty for crimes committed onboard, fine, although I'd rather restrict such a thing to crimes actually already committed, and committed here on this ship, rather than those that're just potentially maybe possible if we don't act now and preemptively murder them. But either way there are more humane - if you'll excuse the expression - ways to do it.
And if you've been making jokes about it because airlocking doesn't seem like a real threat to you, or you assumed it was some kind of clean and painless space death, please keep in mind that in some of our realities it was the customary method of execution without trial for political prisoners. If you're going to be funny, maybe you should mix in a few references to firing squads and mass graves just to keep it evenhanded.
You throw garbage out an airlock. That's what's being implied when you kill someone that way. And aside from everything else, it hurts.
This post, though. It's sent to everyone, original crew included, but anyone trying to figure out what number it came from is going to be dealing with an absolute bastard of a coded encryption, full of traps and false backdoors, created by someone who's not only an AI himself but a specialist among AIs in coding, network jamming, and sabotage.
Of course, there are probably one or two people onboard who will guess immediately who it came from, but oh well. Leoben's annoyed.]
Being ejected out the airlock of a spaceship isn't all that fun a way to die. Take it from someone who knows.
If we're going to be talking about instituting a death penalty for crimes committed onboard, fine, although I'd rather restrict such a thing to crimes actually already committed, and committed here on this ship, rather than those that're just potentially maybe possible if we don't act now and preemptively murder them. But either way there are more humane - if you'll excuse the expression - ways to do it.
And if you've been making jokes about it because airlocking doesn't seem like a real threat to you, or you assumed it was some kind of clean and painless space death, please keep in mind that in some of our realities it was the customary method of execution without trial for political prisoners. If you're going to be funny, maybe you should mix in a few references to firing squads and mass graves just to keep it evenhanded.
You throw garbage out an airlock. That's what's being implied when you kill someone that way. And aside from everything else, it hurts.
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He has to stop, closing his mouth, looking down and blinking for a moment, before he can look at her again and say, in a faintly uncertain voice] I...I'd like that? If you wanted to.
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So... c'mere. [ Opening up her arms. Yup. This is a thing that's happening. ]
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It's not like he's never put his arms around someone - he knows where to put his hands, he doesn't hold himself stiffly. But he's been more apt to be offering comfort than giving it, and. Well, in some cases he was putting himself in mortal. So it's a little odd.
After a moment he pulls closer - he's strong, but not ungentle - and rests his chin on Jaye's shoulder. ...Thanks.
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Jaye wraps her own arms around him once he's settled in, one hand rubbing his back and the other settling up just below his neck, fingertips brushing against it. She doesn't mind him pulling closer, just keeps rubbing. ]
No problem. [ There's a slight, thoughtful hum. ] I'm not so great at the words thing. Great at touching, though -- and you looked like you could use one.
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I believe, you know [voice a little muffled by his mouth being against her shirt] we're all here for some purpose. A second chance, maybe. But it's...hard. The uncertainty. Being alone.
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[ She sighs, turning her head into him a little bit more. ] I know. I don't have anyone from home here -- I had one, for a month or so, but that was it. [ Her thumb slides over his spine, rubbing in circles. ] But... well, you've got me, if it helps at all.
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You've got me, too. [Whether you want him or not, Jaye.]
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[ There's so much more to it than that and she knows it. She knows how much it'll hurt for either of them to lose each other, that they could get themselves hurt because of the other now. But she can't be as stoic as she wants to be. ]
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[...And scene?]