video | un: Priorly (old man yells at clouds)

[priorly]

[After a cluster of days spent surfing park benches, with sleep only a brief and unwelcome interruption, Prior has finally made it to the space station. He comes onto the screen, a black shadow in a gleaming hallway: if he looks like death on a mission to avenge itself, that is the intended effect. It may be more Norma Desmond descending a staircase, but that's not far off, either. He's still clutching a cane just to hold himself upright. His voice is raspy but loud, and just a few notes higher pitched than it should be.]

Is everyone back from the dead now? Good. Wouldn't want our new arrivals seeing the aftereffects of that little mess, would we. How good that our merciful overseers can let us go through days of torture, days of agony, let our skin slough off and our eyes burn out, let us choke on gas until we suffocate from it, then kindly bring us back so we can all do it again next time someone in this sadistic little shithole gets a fresh bee in their bonnet.

You know - on earth - I always had trouble with the idea of a non-interventionist God. But non-interventionist omnipotent aliens? Well goddamn. Fuck that. Fuck them.

Oh, they can play with the native's minds so a talking racoon looks like business as usual, but they can't stop them wanting to kidnap us?

They can see everything we do and they can't tell our fucking friends where we are?

What is the point of them, then? What's the point of any of this? They haven't rescued us from any storm, they've just left us stranded on a tiny, hostile island, wondering whether our little bit of sand is going to wash away before or after the natives get around to eating us.

Well I am tired and I am sick and I am through with this bullshit. Was anyone else told they'd look after our loved ones for us? Because I have loved ones down there now, and they were not looked after well. Maybe I should let a few of the next-to-wake know exactly how reassuring all those promises look now.

I don't know what to do, but it seems to me that we're being hung out to dry down there, and someone needs to do something. So I'm going to start by finding one of these assholes and seeing what happens.

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[video] un: 76

[personalwar]

[ They don't know each other, but a lot of what this kid is saying, 76 agrees with. He hasn't been a fan of the Orbiters from the start, and nothing they've done since has endeared him to them. It doesn't matter how many unwanted gifts they offer. It doesn't even matter that they can bring people back to life, not when none of this should have happened in the first place.

So while most of the people responding are likely to try and talk Prior down, 76 is going to be the bad influence who does the opposite of that. ]

Let me know if you can get an actual one-on-one with them. Whenever I've tried, it's been impossible.

[priorly]

I'm not going until I get something.

[Prior might go into any meeting at a lower pitch than he is now. This is all the result of days of fear and anger striking flints at each other until something caught alight. But he's here, now, and can't imagine going without something to show for it.]

And I can be persistent.

[personalwar]

Hopefully that's enough to get their attention.

[ It hasn't been in the past, but it's not like 76 has had the time to go banging at their door lately. Especially not when they've had zero access to the Station for weeks now. ]

I know we don't know each other, but if you get anything out of them...

[ Well, he'd like to think it'd be shared with all of them. ]