09-04-2012
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Grim approaches the hangarbay, with a duffel bag slung over his right shoulder.
He saw a sentinel floating in his direction with it's eye facing the ground.
Grim: Doug?
Doug24 flipped spun himself back, until he was facing Grim.
Doug24: Hey Eugene...
They both stopped, and looked at each other.
Grim: You seem depressed...
Doug24: Yeah...
They both paused
Grim: Never knew AIs could get depressed...
Doug24: Why shouldn't I be depressed?
I'm dead...and I'm floating around in a piece of forerunner crap...
I can't eat, can't sleep, can't abuse substances, can't get laid...
And the only way I've been able to get my jollies, is by disintegrating my enemies, and harassing women...
There's no one to disintegrate, and the only woman I've been able to harass with success, I disintegrated.
Life just really sucks right now, okay?
Grim: Shitty. Can't even begin to imagine how bad you feel...
Doug24: Yeah...
Doug24: Guess I'll watch another 700 freaky, arguably illegal pornagraphic chattervids at the same time...
Doug24 sighed
again...
Grim raised a brow, and gave an awkward thumbs up.
Grim: Have fun.
Doug24: It's impossible for me to have fun Eugene...Nothing beats disintegrating...
Nothing.
Doug24 turned away from Eugene, and floated away
Doug24: Good luck on...whatever the hell it is that you're doing.
I'm sure ONI won't need your help fighting the reemerged Unified Earth Government...
Grim: I'll be back before anyone fires another shot...
We're just going to head down to J-2...and confirm that someone is dead.
Easy.
Doug24: Whatever you say...
Doug24 floated away, leaving Grim alone.
Grim rolled his right shoulder, repositioning the duffel bag sling, and proceeded to make his way to the hangar bay.
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