[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

[voice]

[buckingauthority]

Hey, everyone has their niche. Unless yours is making up words like thoughtpocalypse.

[voice]

[boygodofneuro]

I've got plenty of niches cornered. Making up words and rambling run on sentences are just the tip of the iceberg of the complex entity that is Topher Brink.

[voice]

[buckingauthority]

Speaks in the third person too, huh? I'll add that to the list. I like your name, though. It has character.

[voice]

[boygodofneuro]

Okay, I don't refer to myself in the third person.

Usually.

But yeah, thanks, I guess. 'Topher' is definitely a lot more interesting than 'Chris'. Figured that out the second I figured out how to spell.

[voice]

[buckingauthority]

My name's Kara Thrace. I tend to go by my callsign, though: Starbuck.

[voice]

[boygodofneuro]

[Callsign. That's...a little too dollhouse-y for comfort right now so...]

I think I'll stick with Kara. Or just Thrace. That kinda makes you sound like a bad ass video game heroine.

[voice]

[buckingauthority]

[Kara'd never had much time for interactive vids, but she knows they exist.]

Awwh, that's so sweet. Just for that, I'll let you check out my gun collection sometime.

[voice]

[boygodofneuro]

That'd be cool, uh. Except for the part where me and guns...

We're not really friends, A-T-M.

[The boy has been recently traumatized, okay? Watching his dream girl's brains get blown to bits via gunshot wound isn't exactly an easy thing to get over.]