[i gave you trauma and now you get philosophy this is just how it works. maybe the headache from this counts as trauma, too. who knows!
"we have evaluated the possibilities in roughly.... seventy billion, eight hundred and forty-three million, nine hundred and twenty-one thousand ways," the ea says. "i assure you, we have studied this extensively, but if it reassures you to think so, you can certainly continue. you will not see the outcome in your own lifetimes."
the other ea nod (presumably, anyway), but they don't advance; they were simply drawn by the conversation, by the presence of living beings.
mood squirrel still seems affected by their collective bad vibes, and when naib suggest that they're done here, it nods sadly and begins to pick them up off the ground again.
"if you cannot change destiny, what separates this from fate...?" it wonders. "and if there are things we may not change, must we simply suffer them...?"
it's a little rhetorical, probably. the ea simply watch as they're spirited up and away, off into the stars, but this time-- before they reach a planet, they pause. they are suspended out there among the stars and galaxies, with nothing else in sight.
mood squirrel blinks up at nothing in particular, before it echoes: yes? yes, i hear you. ....yes. you may.
and then it goes quiet, seemingly listening to something.]
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"we have evaluated the possibilities in roughly.... seventy billion, eight hundred and forty-three million, nine hundred and twenty-one thousand ways," the ea says. "i assure you, we have studied this extensively, but if it reassures you to think so, you can certainly continue. you will not see the outcome in your own lifetimes."
the other ea nod (presumably, anyway), but they don't advance; they were simply drawn by the conversation, by the presence of living beings.
mood squirrel still seems affected by their collective bad vibes, and when naib suggest that they're done here, it nods sadly and begins to pick them up off the ground again.
"if you cannot change destiny, what separates this from fate...?" it wonders. "and if there are things we may not change, must we simply suffer them...?"
it's a little rhetorical, probably. the ea simply watch as they're spirited up and away, off into the stars, but this time-- before they reach a planet, they pause. they are suspended out there among the stars and galaxies, with nothing else in sight.
mood squirrel blinks up at nothing in particular, before it echoes: yes? yes, i hear you. ....yes. you may.
and then it goes quiet, seemingly listening to something.]