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trans_channel2011-06-15 08:48 pm
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[So filtered from Fletcher, Backdated to several hours after the destruction of the Clock]
I notice that everyone's gone back to normal rather quickly. Well, almost everyone. I hear people are making plans for parties already.
That's nice. For all of you, anyway.
Some of us won't be able to pretend everything's okay. And I'm not talking about people whose timelines look like they're permanently fucked up. I'm actually talking about a certain group of individuals that were unaffected, and were sent on what was supposed to be a mission to help another culture, and turned into something very different. I hope everyone was pleased with the result of that mission, because there are going to be some results of it that will never fade. They will be permanent. I've sunk to some very deep lows in my life, but this takes the fucking cake.
An eleven-year-old was forced to kill someone on that mission.
Eleven years old.
Are we all sure we want a computer making our personnel decisions for us? Because I want to make one thing crystal clear.
Fletcher goes on no missions. Period. I don't care if it's the computer, the Captain, or anyone else that thinks they have that right.
Fletcher goes nowhere, especially not without me.
If you'll excuse me, I have to figure out how he's going to deal with this now.
I hope you're all fucking happy.
That's nice. For all of you, anyway.
Some of us won't be able to pretend everything's okay. And I'm not talking about people whose timelines look like they're permanently fucked up. I'm actually talking about a certain group of individuals that were unaffected, and were sent on what was supposed to be a mission to help another culture, and turned into something very different. I hope everyone was pleased with the result of that mission, because there are going to be some results of it that will never fade. They will be permanent. I've sunk to some very deep lows in my life, but this takes the fucking cake.
An eleven-year-old was forced to kill someone on that mission.
Eleven years old.
Are we all sure we want a computer making our personnel decisions for us? Because I want to make one thing crystal clear.
Fletcher goes on no missions. Period. I don't care if it's the computer, the Captain, or anyone else that thinks they have that right.
Fletcher goes nowhere, especially not without me.
If you'll excuse me, I have to figure out how he's going to deal with this now.
I hope you're all fucking happy.
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He barely looks like he could kill bugs.
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Looks like someone finally gets my point.
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And if it ever came down to it, do or die, him or them it better be him.
War ain't no place for a boy.
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You got a plan on how to take care of him then? Keep Stacy from sending him out again?