[OPEN; VOICE]

[boygodofneuro]

[The sound pops a few times, the microphone getting jostled all over because the guy holding this communicator? Yeah, he's flipping out something fierce.]

No, no, no, this is so-- Oh man. Oh man. Every kind of not good, it's--

[Awkward, nervous chuckle.]

Help destroy the mainframe, get sucked into it. It's like living The Matrix except I'm not Neo and I--

This is one hell of a mental sock, I mean, wacky space ship, big fancy dome that screams perfect, idealized society free of worry and then all the little people trapped on the outside. Sounds like the premise to a summer blockbuster! Or a B movie on SyFy. But it's not. It's gotta be part of the illusion my brain cooked up to constantly keep the adrenaline running.

So, if I'm gonna believe Echo, Priya and Anthony about their reports on what this whole Attic thing is like, where's the constant conflict, the puzzle I keep looping through, never able to solve no matter which way I think about it...?

Oh, oh! Can I take a guess? Because it's a pretty good guess. I'm gonna keep walking down this quaint little path and I'm gonna find Boyd and his little buddy Clyde in Saunders holding Bennett hostage or something. Save the girl, they get on with the thoughtpocalypse. Let them kill Bennett again and bam! Loop stars all over again and never get to know if it saved the world because I just get to agonize over the choice again! And again! Oh man, that sounds like so much fun! Bundles-o-fun like none other! I just can't wait to feel--

I, ah, Yeah. Gonna shut up now, I think.

Comments

[how_i_tease]

Good plan.

[boygodofneuro]

...None of that even remotely made sense, did it?

[how_i_tease]

Not a bit.

[ He chuckles. ]

But I can't say I really blame you for freaking out. I think most everyone did.

[voice]

[destinytobehere]

As entertaining as your speculation is. I can assure you this is not a product of your own minds.

[voice]

[boygodofneuro]

How can you be so sure? I mean, you could be a product of my own mind and you don't even know it because it's like you've always been here.

[voice]

[destinytobehere]

[you actually made Rush laugh a little. why do you sound like Eli.]

I'm quite certain I am not. Quite frankly, it's far more likely you are a product of mine and this is a hallucination created by Destiny via the interface chair or some other means. It's not beyond its capabilities and has happened quite frequently in the past.

For the moment, I choose to believe you are real as is this situation and if it is not, the key to our release is likely hidden within the hallucination. I see no reason we cannot employ figments of our own mind in aiding in our release.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Topher had Narvin's attention at "Matrix." Although after a bit of thought, he realized that although he wasn't sure what Topher was talking about, it *wasn't* the Gallifreyan supercomputer.]

I'm afraid this planet is quite real.

Dinosaurs and all.

[boygodofneuro]

Dinosaurs? Really?

Okay, I've yet to see anything like that, so, uh. Wow. This is just getting more and more crappy B movie.

[timesbureaucrat]

"Bee"...movie? [Narvin knows enough of human society to know what a movie is, but not what makes one B.]

Only small dinosaurs have been reported so far. But all the same I wouldn't care wander too far from...well, I would say civilization, but the collection of ramshackle buildings they call the Old City hardly counts as that.

[voice]

[buckingauthority]

And I thought Mr Stuffy Professor here was the one who held the record for the most run on sentences.

[voice]

[radars]

It seems I've been bested...

[voice]

[boygodofneuro]

So you must be the stuffy professor dude. Maybe we should team up.

[voice]

[buckingauthority]

[That voice makes her physically tense up. Luckily it's only on audio right now. She recognises it as one of the Charles Xaviers. She's still extremely skittish about the whole not!Cylon, mind-control thing.]

Hate to disappoint you, but I was talking about spatio-temporal guy, who's got a bug up his ass about my perfectly appropriate name for the ship.

[voice]

[boygodofneuro]

Oh yeah, run on sentences are my specialty.

[breakablegirl]

Bennet?

[boygodofneuro]

[He sighs.]

Bennett Halverson. One of the most brilliant minds to ever walk the face of the Earth. Right up there with Einstein and Hawking. Only she isn't doing much of the walking anymore because now she's dead and it's more than a little my fault.

[seesobserves]

Puzzle?

[boygodofneuro]

Uh, yeah. To stimulate the prefrontal cortex. Make the puzzle stressful enough and it puts the amygdala into hyperdrive. Loop the puzzle indefinitely to keep that particular cocktail of neurotransmitters flowing and...yeah. Not gonna go into the rest of the specifics because quite frankly, I'm still not on the up and up with all of them.

[And he just doesn't want to try to explain the Attic, okay.]

[original_fine]

Thoughtpocalypse?

[boygodofneuro]

Jeebus, what is with the one word questions? You people sure are a chatty bunch.

Okay.

Is brainpocalypse better? Because if I'm responsible for it, I get to name it, right?

Though upon further thought, people not in the know will probably just end up calling it the zombie apocalypse. Y'know. If it like, actually happens. Since it might not. But hey, I can't really say if I'm stuck in the mainframe, right?

[most_feared]

The hell are you talking about?

[boygodofneuro]

Stuff that would take eons to explain. Yeah. Unless you're familiar with the neuroplastic properties of the human brain.

[femshep]

[There's a long pause as Shepard decides what to make of all of that rambling, and then (more to the others on the network than the rambler):]

Anyone mind if I shoot it?

[No, she isn't really gonna shoot him, but you probably can't tell.]

[boygodofneuro]

Hey, I take great offense to that! I'm not an it! I am a he, thank you very much. Dr. Topher Brink if you'd like to get all super specific, cranky lady.

sorry shepard, he really just has something against you

[seesobserves]

Have you got an answer to anything that isn't 'pick up a gun?'