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I have taken it upon myself to learn more about "lasagna". This "website" is host to a fair number of pictures and recipes... I admit, it does look delicious.
Perhaps I should investigate a kavat-friendly variety?
Though, on second thought... a lasagna baked with Infested flora would fumigate the entire kitchen.
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âTagfer says youâve been at it all morning.â
The young lady on the stairs makes a sour face at Loid. âIf you keep squinting at the screen as such, youâre going to give yourself a headache, you know.â
Not that sheâll do herself much better, pursing her lips like that. Cerise descends the short flight onto the central platform cautiously, a tray gripped tight in both hands; sheâs nervous to spill anything or drop a teacup, not that sheâll admit to it. Who knows how difficult the bone-porcelain would be to replace.
At last she sets the tray down at last on the desk, next to the ugly Jahu statuette. It was so easy to do anything she wanted from within a Warframe, but⌠Sometimes it was difficult just to move around, though she knew she needed to keep trying.
ââŚAt least have one of the little sandwiches,â Cerise mutters. âI had to wrestle Bird 3 to keep him from eating all the watercress.â
Loid hadn't even realized he was squinting until the gentle clack of the silver tray pulled him away from the data logs. He blinks several times, each one heavier than the last.
"Oh, dear," he laughs slightly, massaging the bridge of his nose. His oculus bumps his forehead. "You really needn't... Tsk, what a poor host I am, making an honored guest look after me."
Still, he accepts the proferred tiny sandwich with as much grace as he can muster. Fluffy, but with more grit and grainâuncharacteristic of the typical synthesized sandwich bread from the Sanctum's replicators.
"Where did you get this bread? It's divine."
Is it really efficient to communicate indirectly across a dozen sequestered personal logs? How would one know which messages are meant for them to receive?
Moreover, these Tagsâthey are obviously organizational tools, yet I have seen several of you using them for notes and commentary.
Apologies; I am still adjusting. This system is rather unintuitive.
Monsieur Loid! It is good to be able to communicate even outside the Sanctum. Jâespère que tu te sens bien.
And I see you have also come to rack your brain over the linguistics of this website. I understand it will take a while for it to come naturally to you.
The majority of it seems to be akin to a public forum. You type something. You sent it into the void like a toy boat on the waves. If it lands, it lands! As far as the tags, yes it seems a bit strange. I will admit that. Since they do not persist through reblogs, it feels a bit like a comment you whisper to a friend. This is sometimes how I treat them.
There is, believe it or not, a very interesting dialect here. Most of the time it can be rather indecipherable but... c'est comme ça.
A pleasure as always, SĹur Marie. I am well enough, thank you. My duties maintaining the lab have kept me well-occupied. I do wonder if spending time on this website is wise, given the volume of tasks I ought to oversee elsewhere... We shall see.
Thank you kindly for the explanation, however. Ironic, isn't it? You've seen nary a single computer prior to your involvement with all of this, and yet here you are, guiding an Archimedean as he stumbles on his heels. There is much we can learn from one another, even across time; perhaps this anachronism is a gift unto itself.
Quoi ?
Sol and Lua, we are not that similar, are we?
Monsieur Loid, this is Father Lyon.
But yes, I suppose there is a certain irony here. I cannot give advice on how these devices work, but I have come to understand the dynamics faster than even I expected. Certainly faster than Marie expected. The real Marie. I am still Lyon, Monsieur Loid.
Oh, dear. Father Lyon, I deeply apologize. Forgive me, I have not had a proper cup of coffee today. I shan't forget again.
As for this list of users you've proposed, yes, that would be quite helpful. Thank you kindly.
Setting aside my little mishapâhow are you?
Worry not. The slight is negligible.
I will set it up with haste, given I remember the exact names of course... There are some in here that I am... Well, I am not terribly close with many of this servers inhabitants. I may have to go around and ask directly.
It has been surprisingly calm for me, actually. One of the "Hex" here is able to pop in and out of our system. Through her magic, we have been able to get our own glimpse of their... abode. It is very bright. And very loud. But they have cultivated a small indoor garden that I have been allowed to retreat to when it all gets a bit much.
Ah, but I should be back to the Sanctum within the next day. I have merely been giving them a "hand".
Worry notâyou hardly need my permission to venture afield. I am glad to hear that your journeys have been fruitful. Do be mindful not to overextend yourself, however.
An indoor garden, you say? How nostalgic. I'm reminded of my undergraduate studies. Perhaps one day, I'll have the chance to visit. Alas.
Of course, of course. I have been keeping an âeyeâ on it.
The prickly Britannic one says it is meant to serve their dietary needs. Something about âone can hardly survive on pizza and fries aloneâ. It is calm up here, and lending a hand with their plants reminds me of old times and tasks I once enjoyed. Perhaps when I return we could consider something similar for the Sanctum? No offense to whoever decorated, of course. I think a bit of color would suit the halls nicely.
We do, actually, have a room dedicated to botanical study here in the Sanctum... Unfortunately, it is in a rather precarious place, at the moment. I'm sure you have noticed the occasional Murmur here and there, yes? Hordes of them have come to roost in that area. Perhaps they delight in tearing down our work. Or perhaps the memories there entice their appetite.
That said, I would not be opposed to a small garden in the central chambers. Perhaps it would be a decent pastime.
Is it really efficient to communicate indirectly across a dozen sequestered personal logs? How would one know which messages are meant for them to receive?
Moreover, these Tagsâthey are obviously organizational tools, yet I have seen several of you using them for notes and commentary.
Apologies; I am still adjusting. This system is rather unintuitive.
Monsieur Loid! It is good to be able to communicate even outside the Sanctum. Jâespère que tu te sens bien.
And I see you have also come to rack your brain over the linguistics of this website. I understand it will take a while for it to come naturally to you.
The majority of it seems to be akin to a public forum. You type something. You sent it into the void like a toy boat on the waves. If it lands, it lands! As far as the tags, yes it seems a bit strange. I will admit that. Since they do not persist through reblogs, it feels a bit like a comment you whisper to a friend. This is sometimes how I treat them.
There is, believe it or not, a very interesting dialect here. Most of the time it can be rather indecipherable but... c'est comme ça.
A pleasure as always, SĹur Marie. I am well enough, thank you. My duties maintaining the lab have kept me well-occupied. I do wonder if spending time on this website is wise, given the volume of tasks I ought to oversee elsewhere... We shall see.
Thank you kindly for the explanation, however. Ironic, isn't it? You've seen nary a single computer prior to your involvement with all of this, and yet here you are, guiding an Archimedean as he stumbles on his heels. There is much we can learn from one another, even across time; perhaps this anachronism is a gift unto itself.
Quoi ?
Sol and Lua, we are not that similar, are we?
Monsieur Loid, this is Father Lyon.
But yes, I suppose there is a certain irony here. I cannot give advice on how these devices work, but I have come to understand the dynamics faster than even I expected. Certainly faster than Marie expected. The real Marie. I am still Lyon, Monsieur Loid.
Oh, dear. Father Lyon, I deeply apologize. Forgive me, I have not had a proper cup of coffee today. I shan't forget again.
As for this list of users you've proposed, yes, that would be quite helpful. Thank you kindly.
Setting aside my little mishapâhow are you?
Worry not. The slight is negligible.
I will set it up with haste, given I remember the exact names of course... There are some in here that I am... Well, I am not terribly close with many of this servers inhabitants. I may have to go around and ask directly.
It has been surprisingly calm for me, actually. One of the "Hex" here is able to pop in and out of our system. Through her magic, we have been able to get our own glimpse of their... abode. It is very bright. And very loud. But they have cultivated a small indoor garden that I have been allowed to retreat to when it all gets a bit much.
Ah, but I should be back to the Sanctum within the next day. I have merely been giving them a "hand".
Worry notâyou hardly need my permission to venture afield. I am glad to hear that your journeys have been fruitful. Do be mindful not to overextend yourself, however.
An indoor garden, you say? How nostalgic. I'm reminded of my undergraduate studies. Perhaps one day, I'll have the chance to visit. Alas.
Is it really efficient to communicate indirectly across a dozen sequestered personal logs? How would one know which messages are meant for them to receive?
Moreover, these Tagsâthey are obviously organizational tools, yet I have seen several of you using them for notes and commentary.
Apologies; I am still adjusting. This system is rather unintuitive.
Monsieur Loid! It is good to be able to communicate even outside the Sanctum. Jâespère que tu te sens bien.
And I see you have also come to rack your brain over the linguistics of this website. I understand it will take a while for it to come naturally to you.
The majority of it seems to be akin to a public forum. You type something. You sent it into the void like a toy boat on the waves. If it lands, it lands! As far as the tags, yes it seems a bit strange. I will admit that. Since they do not persist through reblogs, it feels a bit like a comment you whisper to a friend. This is sometimes how I treat them.
There is, believe it or not, a very interesting dialect here. Most of the time it can be rather indecipherable but... c'est comme ça.
A pleasure as always, SĹur Marie. I am well enough, thank you. My duties maintaining the lab have kept me well-occupied. I do wonder if spending time on this website is wise, given the volume of tasks I ought to oversee elsewhere... We shall see.
Thank you kindly for the explanation, however. Ironic, isn't it? You've seen nary a single computer prior to your involvement with all of this, and yet here you are, guiding an Archimedean as he stumbles on his heels. There is much we can learn from one another, even across time; perhaps this anachronism is a gift unto itself.
Quoi ?
Sol and Lua, we are not that similar, are we?
Monsieur Loid, this is Father Lyon.
But yes, I suppose there is a certain irony here. I cannot give advice on how these devices work, but I have come to understand the dynamics faster than even I expected. Certainly faster than Marie expected. The real Marie. I am still Lyon, Monsieur Loid.
Oh, dear. Father Lyon, I deeply apologize. Forgive me, I have not had a proper cup of coffee today. I shan't forget again.
As for this list of users you've proposed, yes, that would be quite helpful. Thank you kindly.
Setting aside my little mishapâhow are you?
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Is it really efficient to communicate indirectly across a dozen sequestered personal logs? How would one know which messages are meant for them to receive?
Moreover, these Tagsâthey are obviously organizational tools, yet I have seen several of you using them for notes and commentary.
Apologies; I am still adjusting. This system is rather unintuitive.
Monsieur Loid! It is good to be able to communicate even outside the Sanctum. Jâespère que tu te sens bien.
And I see you have also come to rack your brain over the linguistics of this website. I understand it will take a while for it to come naturally to you.
The majority of it seems to be akin to a public forum. You type something. You sent it into the void like a toy boat on the waves. If it lands, it lands! As far as the tags, yes it seems a bit strange. I will admit that. Since they do not persist through reblogs, it feels a bit like a comment you whisper to a friend. This is sometimes how I treat them.
There is, believe it or not, a very interesting dialect here. Most of the time it can be rather indecipherable but... c'est comme ça.
A pleasure as always, SĹur Marie. I am well enough, thank you. My duties maintaining the lab have kept me well-occupied. I do wonder if spending time on this website is wise, given the volume of tasks I ought to oversee elsewhere... We shall see.
Thank you kindly for the explanation, however. Ironic, isn't it? You've seen nary a single computer prior to your involvement with all of this, and yet here you are, guiding an Archimedean as he stumbles on his heels. There is much we can learn from one another, even across time; perhaps this anachronism is a gift unto itself.
Is it really efficient to communicate indirectly across a dozen sequestered personal logs? How would one know which messages are meant for them to receive?
Moreover, these Tagsâthey are obviously organizational tools, yet I have seen several of you using them for notes and commentary.
Apologies; I am still adjusting. This system is rather unintuitive.
you might be overcomplicating it a TIIINY bit TBH
if you want something to go to a person directly AND privately*, you send them a KIM. if you wanna like, tell someone something directly BUT donât mind if other people see their answer, thatâs when you send an ask, and when they answer that itâs posted publicly. everything else is just posted for everyone on the network to see, but you can still target a specific public post towards someone by like, mentioning them in it. if you wanna respond to a post BUT donât wanna repost it onto your own account, you use the comments section. if you wanna repost something onto your own account with commentary, you leave what you wanna say in the post field, but people have ALSO started usin the tags for commentary thatâs not meant to actually add to the discussion of the post at all. sorta like saying something under your breath to the person next to you instead of standing up in the middle of a room and saying it at full volume, yknow?
think about it like like weâre all leaving sticky notes on a big giant communal desk
*private in Theory. sometimes KIM convos leak. donât worry about it though itâs probably nothing
Thank you for the very detailed and colorful explanation, Amir. I shall take it under advisement.
mustaches are my artistic weak point im discovering i hardly ever draw them and i am fighting for my LIFE reconciling the way i normally stylize mouths and facial expressions . it will get easier the more i practice but also jesus christ lol
oh my god do i try
Is it really efficient to communicate indirectly across a dozen sequestered personal logs? How would one know which messages are meant for them to receive?
Moreover, these Tagsâthey are obviously organizational tools, yet I have seen several of you using them for notes and commentary.
Apologies; I am still adjusting. This system is rather unintuitive.
Stop feeding Kalymos the lasagna.
A light flickers on in the quiet of stagnant sands and long-abandoned equipment, still pristine despite its disuse. Trembling hands touch the keys, and then, a deep breath, and thenâan indignation that can only be conveyed by someone who can type one hundred and ten words per minute.
_________________
POM2_LAB1: Who is this?
POM2_LAB1: And just WHAT are you feeding her?
Huh? Gods, how far back did you go to find that post?
Weâre not feeding her lasagna. Well, Iâm not feeding her lasagna.
POM2_LAB1: Thank you for this riveting and informative response. Now, if you would be so kind as to provide answers to the questions I /did/ ask...
POM2_LAB1: First: Who is this?
POM2_LAB1: Second: Please define "lasagna".
POM2_LAB1: Third: Is Kalymos safe? Is she alone?
Considering this is our network, I feel as if thatâs a question I should be directing to you. Do we have a civvy in here or am I going to have to give a long talk to our cyber security lad?
You donât know what lasagna is? Youâre pulling my leg, mate.
Sheâs fine. Sheâs become our kitchen staffâs biggest bully.
POM2_LAB1 is typing...
POM2_LAB1: "Your" network? Curious. If the universe operated on a strictly chronological basis, I suppose you could take credit for our work. Alas.
POM2_LAB1: That Kalymos is in a kitchen does give me an inkling, however...
POM2_LAB1: Am I speaking with a member of The Hex?
Stars forfend...
Oh no, are you one of those time travelers??
I thought weâd had our fair share of tennoâŚ
Right. Yes, this is the Hex. Call me Arthur. And sorry about the prickliness. This network has been through a lot when it comes to newcomers.
Arthur? Arthur Nightingaleâthe first Protoframe? The genetic presence coursing through the Giants that lay dormant in the lab? The very same man who Loid, in a fit of boredom, sentimentality, and no small amount of depression...
... turned into an incredibly marketable plushie?!
By the stars, no, no, that's not the point! That is not the most pertinent information here. In fact...
POM2_LAB1: Not quite a Tenno, I'm afraid. Though a reasonable assumption, nevertheless.
POM2_LAB1: That, however, is neither here nor there. Disregard all prior lines of questioning. This one is the most crucial:
POM2_LAB1: Did you open this signal yourself, Arthur? And if not you, was it any one of your comrades? Please ask them.
No, I sure as hell did not.
Iâm not the tech wizard here. If youâre concerned about the hows and whys, youâre better off harassing Amir. In fact, I recommend you harass Amir. Heâs been slacking.
This is a first, though⌠Usually its tenno or others like us or⌠rot adjacent things⌠Mostly people from our time.
Out of morbid curiosity, do you also treat the tenno with a heavy dose of hands off respect that you would give to maybe a potentially rabid but lovable 200 pound Cane Corso?
Just wondering if handling these lads is at all relatable.
POM2_LAB1: You may be delighted to know that I have "harassed" your companion already. Unfortunately, he did not find anything visibly unusual in his diagnostics report.
POM2_LAB1 is typing...
POM2_LAB1: Please be advised that Void incursion is almost certainly a factor. I can draft up a simplified version of the Sanctum's security glyph protocols; the program will assist you in identifying and warding off Void entities, should they manifest nearby.
POM2_LAB1: The system itself, however, will not suffice. Thankfully, you are accompanied by not one, but multiple Tenno. Their assistance, coupled with the Techrot strain's potency against the Murmur, should protect you well enough.
POM2_LAB1: Even so... None of this should be necessary. I should not be communicating with you. It should not be possible. And in fact, the more I do, the more likely it is for unwelcome visitors to give chase.
[ A long pause. Loid grips the mouse. The gray glow of the monitor asks, simply and succinctly: TERMINATE CONNECTION? Duty demands he click immediately. Spite, however, whispers its own reminders: You smashed the coffin for nothing. The Sequence was already compromised from the start. The secrets you were made to keep no longer hold meaning. ]
[ And then, of all the warring shouts, the smallest voice entreats softly... ]
POM2_LAB1 is typing...
POM2_LAB1: Please tell Kalymos I miss her dearly. Though her keepers are but fools, I am grateful that you have taken her into your care.
POM2_LAB1: If she is truly fond of "lasagna"âprovided it is non-toxic to herâI suppose I'll allow it as a special treat.
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<Oh Boy is that the butler?>
ăSeems the connection outside the loop has become stable enough to allow him to communicate in.ă
[He should thank us for our ability to reach across time.]
POM2_LAB1: I beg your pardon?
ăWe are the means by which the Creator established Cross-Chronos Communication. Using the Infestation as a medium.ă
<There are three of us, I'm the Interface. Pia! A Personal Intellegent Assisstant ment to make use of the system easier.>
ăI am the Probability Interpolation Archetype, in charge of temporal stability of the connection between Loops.ă
ăWe are Voice of Flesh, the Investation in charge of the link as well as the health of the Warframes and the Half formed Warframes the Creator Stunted.ă
POM2_LAB1: Ah, lovely. Yet another personal project he could not be bothered to share. That you were assigned to maintain the health of our research collaborators is a boon, however. I shan't look a gift kaithe in the prongs.
POM2_LAB1: As for the technologyâyes, I am familiar. And I am most certainly well-acquainted with you, our erstwhile petri dish. You've grown far bolder than any of us could have anticipated.
POM2_LAB1: Better a guardian than a plague.
[We are together in one goal of the Creator's. The Defeat of the Smiling One.]
<Its good to know the system's held up on the other end in your time.>
ăAlbrect kept many secrets from you as well. His fear of the enemy learning his plans made him quite the introvert.ă
The response is near-instant.
POM2_LAB1: The world ill needs to hear any more postulating about his behavior. Let him make his own excuses, if he must.
POM2_LAB1: We share a common goal and purpose. To that end, you shall have my cooperation. Nothing more.
[This is acceptable. We respect you Scholar as you respected our Child of Knowledge in your time.]
ăThey mean the warframe Dante if that was unclear. Flesh can speak too flowery at times.ă
<Sometimes I have to translate for them.>
POM2_LAB1: Dante was an exceptional man, yes. To not only don the mantle of a Warframe, but to then also maintain his sanity was unheard of. How ironic that it was not by your hand that he was taken from us...
POM2_LAB1: Do not forget: For all your power, a Warframe's prowess is, in fact, owed just as muchâif not moreâto the heroism of those you have subsumed to create them.
[The Arrogant One made us break that which we made beautiful. It is our greatest regret. He made us break them to make them obedient....]
<He means the Executor Ballas>
[He took us and made us perverse. Made us subservient. Given time to evolve naturally we could habe been greater, gentler, a force of unity. But now all know us in terror or fear.]
ăFlesh's sentience has grown from protracted time with non-insane minds thanks to the halting of the warframification progress. While they still desire to make others 'beaitiful' they have a sense of boundaries now and actually ask. Its progress to say the least.ă
POM2_LAB1 is typing...
POM2_LAB1: I cannot rightly contest your assessment of "The Arrogant One". Executor Ballas did so delight in exercising his authority through rather... overzealous methods.
POM2_LAB1: I suppose we cannot choose the hands that shape us.
[ A pause. ]
POM2_LAB1 is typing...
POM2_LAB1: I would be curious to know more of your relationships to the Protoframes. If it is possible for the progression of the Helminth strains to be halted entirely, let alone slowed...
POM2_LAB1: There is much work to be done.
POM2_LAB1: Attention, all users: I have sent a private message to the network administrator requesting a full network diagnostics report.
POM2_LAB1: Please be cautious, and record any suspicious activity.
<Oh Boy is that the butler?>
ăSeems the connection outside the loop has become stable enough to allow him to communicate in.ă
[He should thank us for our ability to reach across time.]
POM2_LAB1: I beg your pardon?
ăWe are the means by which the Creator established Cross-Chronos Communication. Using the Infestation as a medium.ă
<There are three of us, I'm the Interface. Pia! A Personal Intellegent Assisstant ment to make use of the system easier.>
ăI am the Probability Interpolation Archetype, in charge of temporal stability of the connection between Loops.ă
ăWe are Voice of Flesh, the Investation in charge of the link as well as the health of the Warframes and the Half formed Warframes the Creator Stunted.ă
POM2_LAB1: Ah, lovely. Yet another personal project he could not be bothered to share. That you were assigned to maintain the health of our research collaborators is a boon, however. I shan't look a gift kaithe in the prongs.
POM2_LAB1: As for the technologyâyes, I am familiar. And I am most certainly well-acquainted with you, our erstwhile petri dish. You've grown far bolder than any of us could have anticipated.
POM2_LAB1: Better a guardian than a plague.
[We are together in one goal of the Creator's. The Defeat of the Smiling One.]
<Its good to know the system's held up on the other end in your time.>
ăAlbrect kept many secrets from you as well. His fear of the enemy learning his plans made him quite the introvert.ă
The response is near-instant.
POM2_LAB1: The world ill needs to hear any more postulating about his behavior. Let him make his own excuses, if he must.
POM2_LAB1: We share a common goal and purpose. To that end, you shall have my cooperation. Nothing more.
[This is acceptable. We respect you Scholar as you respected our Child of Knowledge in your time.]
ăThey mean the warframe Dante if that was unclear. Flesh can speak too flowery at times.ă
<Sometimes I have to translate for them.>
POM2_LAB1: Dante was an exceptional man, yes. To not only don the mantle of a Warframe, but to then also maintain his sanity was unheard of. How ironic that it was not by your hand that he was taken from us...
POM2_LAB1: Do not forget: For all your power, a Warframe's prowess is, in fact, owed just as muchâif not moreâto the heroism of those you have subsumed to create them.
<Oh Boy is that the butler?>
ăSeems the connection outside the loop has become stable enough to allow him to communicate in.ă
[He should thank us for our ability to reach across time.]
POM2_LAB1: I beg your pardon?
ăWe are the means by which the Creator established Cross-Chronos Communication. Using the Infestation as a medium.ă
<There are three of us, I'm the Interface. Pia! A Personal Intellegent Assisstant ment to make use of the system easier.>
ăI am the Probability Interpolation Archetype, in charge of temporal stability of the connection between Loops.ă
ăWe are Voice of Flesh, the Investation in charge of the link as well as the health of the Warframes and the Half formed Warframes the Creator Stunted.ă
POM2_LAB1: Ah, lovely. Yet another personal project he could not be bothered to share. That you were assigned to maintain the health of our research collaborators is a boon, however. I shan't look a gift kaithe in the prongs.
POM2_LAB1: As for the technologyâyes, I am familiar. And I am most certainly well-acquainted with you, our erstwhile petri dish. You've grown far bolder than any of us could have anticipated.
POM2_LAB1: Better a guardian than a plague.
[We are together in one goal of the Creator's. The Defeat of the Smiling One.]
<Its good to know the system's held up on the other end in your time.>
ăAlbrect kept many secrets from you as well. His fear of the enemy learning his plans made him quite the introvert.ă
The response is near-instant.
POM2_LAB1: The world ill needs to hear any more postulating about his behavior. Let him make his own excuses, if he must.
POM2_LAB1: We share a common goal and purpose. To that end, you shall have my cooperation. Nothing more.
Stop feeding Kalymos the lasagna.
A light flickers on in the quiet of stagnant sands and long-abandoned equipment, still pristine despite its disuse. Trembling hands touch the keys, and then, a deep breath, and thenâan indignation that can only be conveyed by someone who can type one hundred and ten words per minute.
_________________
POM2_LAB1: Who is this?
POM2_LAB1: And just WHAT are you feeding her?
Huh? Gods, how far back did you go to find that post?
Weâre not feeding her lasagna. Well, Iâm not feeding her lasagna.
POM2_LAB1: Thank you for this riveting and informative response. Now, if you would be so kind as to provide answers to the questions I /did/ ask...
POM2_LAB1: First: Who is this?
POM2_LAB1: Second: Please define "lasagna".
POM2_LAB1: Third: Is Kalymos safe? Is she alone?
Considering this is our network, I feel as if thatâs a question I should be directing to you. Do we have a civvy in here or am I going to have to give a long talk to our cyber security lad?
You donât know what lasagna is? Youâre pulling my leg, mate.
Sheâs fine. Sheâs become our kitchen staffâs biggest bully.
POM2_LAB1 is typing...
POM2_LAB1: "Your" network? Curious. If the universe operated on a strictly chronological basis, I suppose you could take credit for our work. Alas.
POM2_LAB1: That Kalymos is in a kitchen does give me an inkling, however...
POM2_LAB1: Am I speaking with a member of The Hex?
Stars forfend...
Oh no, are you one of those time travelers??
I thought weâd had our fair share of tennoâŚ
Right. Yes, this is the Hex. Call me Arthur. And sorry about the prickliness. This network has been through a lot when it comes to newcomers.
Arthur? Arthur Nightingaleâthe first Protoframe? The genetic presence coursing through the Vessels that lay dormant in the lab? The very same man who Loid, in a fit of boredom, sentimentality, and no small amount of depression...
... turned into an incredibly marketable plushie?!
By the stars, no, no, that's not the point! That is not the most pertinent information here. In fact...
POM2_LAB1: Not quite a Tenno, I'm afraid. Though a reasonable assumption, nevertheless.
POM2_LAB1: That, however, is neither here nor there. Disregard all prior lines of questioning. This one is the most crucial:
POM2_LAB1: Did you open this signal yourself, Arthur? And if not you, was it any one of your comrades? Please ask them.
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<Oh Boy is that the butler?>
ăSeems the connection outside the loop has become stable enough to allow him to communicate in.ă
[He should thank us for our ability to reach across time.]
POM2_LAB1: I beg your pardon?
ăWe are the means by which the Creator established Cross-Chronos Communication. Using the Infestation as a medium.ă
<There are three of us, I'm the Interface. Pia! A Personal Intellegent Assisstant ment to make use of the system easier.>
ăI am the Probability Interpolation Archetype, in charge of temporal stability of the connection between Loops.ă
ăWe are Voice of Flesh, the Investation in charge of the link as well as the health of the Warframes and the Half formed Warframes the Creator Stunted.ă
POM2_LAB1: Ah, lovely. Yet another personal project he could not be bothered to share. That you were assigned to maintain the health of our research collaborators is a boon, however. I shan't look a gift kaithe in the prongs.
POM2_LAB1: As for the technologyâyes, I am familiar. And I am most certainly well-acquainted with you, our erstwhile petri dish. You've grown far bolder than any of us could have anticipated.
POM2_LAB1: Better a guardian than a plague.
Stop feeding Kalymos the lasagna.
A light flickers on in the quiet of stagnant sands and long-abandoned equipment, still pristine despite its disuse. Trembling hands touch the keys, and then, a deep breath, and thenâan indignation that can only be conveyed by someone who can type one hundred and ten words per minute.
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POM2_LAB1: Who is this?
POM2_LAB1: And just WHAT are you feeding her?
Huh? Gods, how far back did you go to find that post?
Weâre not feeding her lasagna. Well, Iâm not feeding her lasagna.
POM2_LAB1: Thank you for this riveting and informative response. Now, if you would be so kind as to provide answers to the questions I /did/ ask...
POM2_LAB1: First: Who is this?
POM2_LAB1: Second: Please define "lasagna".
POM2_LAB1: Third: Is Kalymos safe? Is she alone?
Considering this is our network, I feel as if thatâs a question I should be directing to you. Do we have a civvy in here or am I going to have to give a long talk to our cyber security lad?
You donât know what lasagna is? Youâre pulling my leg, mate.
Sheâs fine. Sheâs become our kitchen staffâs biggest bully.
POM2_LAB1 is typing...
POM2_LAB1: "Your" network? Curious. If the universe operated on a strictly chronological basis, I suppose you could take credit for our work. Alas.
POM2_LAB1: That Kalymos is in a kitchen does give me an inkling, however...
POM2_LAB1: Am I speaking with a member of The Hex?
Stars forfend...
