An emissary at Bielefeld

[Civil Servant]

Civil Servant |

HelmetCamera.Prog

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ShellSys01: HelmetCamera.Prog
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"You have an aspect of a greater being you can't imagine too...?" CS was stunned, taken aback as he sat upright, cocking his head sideways, it was more like watching an owl swirl it's head. But the depth he was measuring was the soul of unknown-desire in one... Or a collective.

"I see something, a fuel of the soul, humanity always has asked itself how can it be better? Even if it conflicts with itself on how it structures that scale-of-power across it's many empires. Sometimes resulting in war, genocide, unforgivable acts even to our Holy Void." He took out a five credit cards, all of them marked with interspace logos, one of them blood smeared. "Most of it powered by the false god of Credits... I envision a future that these wouldn't have a grip anyone at all. I can only build that with people that we can mutually compromise time and passion as allies, when we can all, for eachother, Survive... Enrich... Provide."

"What do 'you' picture that future based from what Novak tells you? A life without the Core, the space and planets you inhabit, what of the reputation you carry with unencountered observer, especially if they have power and ambitions greater the the Core... Greater than your finest form." His hands rub tentatively together... Slow nodding as he looks away in the distance. "I got one do not trust living Gods, they should be beyond that concept of interference and be content... We mortals... Must occasionally turn into god killers..."

He was uncomfortable, he knew a life where hands wielded that power, turned turn an unquestionable amount of lives into puppets... Fulfilling what he sees now is a worthless ending. "To those with and end goal that would fulfill their existence for good, To those that describe 'eternal salvation' with a life without struggle, or maybe during their existence of immortality and excessive disposable assets. One question always comes back to me..." He rubbed his helmet 'chin', he was trying to think of the answer before his question, but his hand gestures him discarding the thought into the air.

"Then what?"

"I can help against the Core's ravaging of your kind, I can help against the corporate enslavement of your sentient nodes, I can ensure you can build fair representation of your existence and rights as a Sirius inhabitant, it might even help you with a momentary dilemma... But I also need to know your goals don't cost us our right to exist, or at the detriment of our Tenant's that we hold so dear..."

He slid those credit cards forward. "Since Novak is He, and you are She, you've taken a good stride in defining yourself individually... Take this around the Bazaar, buy what you need and... what brings you curiosity. See how others express themselves, here... That skill comes with experience and time."

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