Sacrificing Sanity

[Not Espi]

Espi took out a piece of paper, fold it in half, took Derilos' cup and pured a bit of his drink over the paper. He returned the cup to the thing, and waited for a few seconds, then he unfolded the paper and showed it to the thing: "Who is she? And what do you see when you look at this papersheet?" Derilos looked at the paper with the enthusiasm of a snail. "I see a stain and you will find out who SHE is later."

"Well how am I to find out anything about HER," but he somehow knew that SHE would most likely be another IT anyway,"if I can't even look at her? For something that sees a simple stain in the image, you are quite messed up, aren't you?" Derilos remained fixated on the stars above. "Those who question the answers and reasoning of others don't know themselves and assume things they don't understand."

The Corsair instinctively reached for his holster, only to realize he handed his gun over at his ship. The only thing keeping him from making a suicidal attempt to strangle a robot sitting on the other side of the table was the smell of actual atmosphere in the room. He could scent the tree bark and the leaves, he could inhale it and calm down, even if the odor of his now sweaty uniform was ruining the moment a bit. Then he considered the weight of the table could cause the thing some problems, if he could somehow throw it over and crush its legs, but he managed to keep his boiling corsair blood under control. He might just have get some information about this greenhouse since he was here. "You should check out actual stars.", he said when he looked up at the shimmering dots of light on the ceiling - "Even if the projection is quite good, there is only one real thing, you know. Eating synth paste all your life and then having a nice meal of luxury food and wine for the monarchs in Bretonia is something different. It teaches you something. It teaches you that oxygen in tanks smells different than this one. That not even the nebulae of Eta are as green as these leaves you have here. Tell me about your greenhouse. How did you get one?" Derilos picked up the cup and smelt the hot chocolate enthusiastically. "We built this greenhouse, cored out this war machine and in a few months made a multi-level greenhouse out of it, of course this limits our war capabilities but as you can already guess, this explains why we are so elusive. The engines and power core of this vessel remains the same as well as the weapon hardpoint and ammo storage and docking area. But we also added another level to this ship believe it or not which is just below this one. Such a nice vessel is it not?"

"Si. A magnificent one indeed. The trees and plants add a lot to the atmosphere. You don't have logs of your progress on the construction works of the greenhouse, do you?" Derilos yawned a bit covering his mouth politely, "Yes we do, once this plan is done you will have access to it no problem, then again you are going with the plan right?"

"Okay there goes the plan bit again. Just try to remain calm and you could actually bring home a detailed plan for biodome construction. No more famine, no more thirst, nothing of that. A place in halls of fame, centuries after your death. STAY - CALM - ESPI!", he thought to himself, even if he knew not much was needed before he actually jumped into the airlock, finally getting rid of this malfunction's stare, it's voice, it's choice to not accept what it is in reality. Was it worth it? Could Espi even keep his temper long enough? Well - It's worth a shot.