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[seesobserves]

[[OOC: Backdated to not long after this thread.]]

Require two flashlights and basic tools. A screwdriver at least.

Can trade, but would prefer a collateral arrangement.

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[buckingauthority]

[The year doesn't mean anything to her, it's just a number. But she nods, processing what he's telling her. In some ways it's disappointing to think that the 13th tribe might not be that advanced technologically. So much for it being the 'promised land.'

Then another thought occurs to her:]

Do you know what a Cylon is?

[seesobserves]

Is there a reason I should?

[buckingauthority]

[His question actually sets her more at ease.]

We created them. At first they just looked like robots, machines. But their AI became sentient. They rebelled and went to war with us. We had forty years of fighting them. Then recently, it turns out, they figured out how to make them look and sound exactly like us.

And they just frakked us over. Decimated the colonies. If you haven't heard of them? It's a good thing. We wanted to try to get to Earth to get way from the motherfrakkers.

[Excuse her language.]

[seesobserves]

Maybe your people will find it before our own machines rise up against us.

[A touch sardonic? You bet.]

That's what all the science fiction writers are warning us about, apparently.