video: un: littlealbatross

[soulmakingsound]

[She's in the library, her communicator propped against a book to keep it upright. Surrounding her are stacks of other books and dozens of pages with scribbled notes and equations.

She speaks frantically while she works, pen flying over paper. Trying to make sense of -- anything.]

They say it's coming and can't be stopped. What I saw in the Observation Room corroborates. The stars are being devoured. I feel it. Breathing on the back of my neck. Its fingers in my hair.

But if there was a way to avoid it before, it can be avoided again. The nebulous ominous it.

I need more time.

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[soulmakingsound]

Bits. Nothing clear. Feelings. A wrongness.

Most of my hypotheses are based on the display that was in the Observation Room. The path of the storm. It's what I base my calculations on.

[sweetwater]

Are we going to die?

[soulmakingsound]

We all die at some point. The problem is in the timing.

I'm not that kind of telepath. There are flashes, sometimes. But it's all close. This person will come around that corner in the next minute.

This is too big, too far for me.

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl is... not sure how to process this information. the confusion shows on her face. ]

But what do you think? Are you worried?