TEXT | SHERLOCK | CASE OO1

[consulting]

BORED!
Give me work. Give me problems.
My mind rebels against this stagnation.
Give me a puzzle. Or mystery.
Either will do.
Just. Give. Me. Something. To. Solve. Tranquility.
I need the mental stimulation before I result
to drinking the liquid from the grav pouches.

SH.


[ You get another text really shortly after the last one. ]


I would kill everyone of you for a cigarette. SH

Comments

[Text]

[hagyjbeken.livejournal.com]

No one wants your flatmate. Or your soul, that's gross.

I offer something more practical and that would be, in all sincerity, anything you would like for the period of one day. I'm a damned country, you can hurt me and I'll heal quickly, for that matter.

text

[consulting]

John is lovely.
Not at all something i'd describe as gross.

also a country?

SH

text

[hagyjbeken.livejournal.com]

I was talking about your soul being gross. I couldn't care less about John.

Yes, a country. Do you have a problem with that?

Re: text

[consulting]

Alleged soul.

Which one? If they're turning Robots human.
I suppose that is within the ships capacities.
SH

[Not Here]

[handsofasoldier.livejournal.com]

[ That sounds suspiciously nice. ]