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"So, like, Isaias... do you like the silver one, too? Gosh, it's... I'm so giddy..."
"I haven't had any of it, no. At least, not that I can recall. It's pretty new, I went through all of this about two years ago."
"Oh, it's great... it's just... mmm, if only I could feel like this all day..."
"Well, we need you, so you really can't, unfortunately."591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzaJEhVLcXt
"Eh, well... at least I can always stop by and do more tests and get more of this stuff, it's so much stronger than the pink one, so much better, too..."
"Glad to know you have a favorite."
"...Wait, hold up, Isaias, isn't this thing supposed to head back to my living quarters? We're headed that way, right?"
"Certainly, Miss Emmerson."
"It's just doesn't it make a turn there towards the right? We're still going straight..."
"Don't worry about that right now. How about you tell me what Naga's taught you over the last few days?"
"Well, they taught me that they've been attempting to... gosh, what's the word? Um..."
"Take your time."
"Gosh, you totally understand, I'm like... swish! Y'know?"
"Sure, I get it."
"Like I'm just... just gone!"
"Sounds that way. You were saying?"
"Um... oh, right, anyways, they're attempting to re-write the rules, they're trying to change the history, and they're keeping unpublished books of their new history... how does that even work, Isaias."
"Don't worry about that right now, Miss Emmerson."
"But they've got backstory they're trying to get approved as... again, what's the word for when the guy who makes a thing says that it's all true?"
"Its canon?"
"Yeah! They're presenting these stories to the author, and if he approves them, then... then it all changes... are you sure that... that's it's fine that the shuttle moved right past the turn?"
"Miss Emmerson, I assure you it's fine. Would a second silver packet ease your nerves?"
"Oh my gosh, yeah, gimme."
"Here you are. Hand me the empty packet when you're done, and I can recycle it once we drop you off."
"Mmm, it's just... it's the best one."
"You've really enjoyed it more than anyone else I've met."
"I'm done with that. You... you should really try it, though."
"I have no need for it, Miss Emmerson. If you don't mind me asking another question?"
"Um... yeah, yeah... gosh, I'm... I'm fading here, Isaias."
"Do you need any assistance?"
"No, it's just... I've gone mellow, you know what I mean?"
"But you're feeling alright?"
"Yeah..."
"But have you heard of the Processors?"
"No, can't say I... I have..."
"Well, the Processors are these people who work in a remote building down here, and all they do is prep people for life back on the surface of the afterward. We're way down, layers and layers deep. This is one of the first ones, actually, and to get people back to the surface, the only real hope anymore is to send them straight up the water pipes."
"Oh, that's weird..."
"It is, isn't it? But there's just one issue with doing that, Miss Emmerson."
"What's that?"
"The trip is pretty long, and most people by the time they make it will have forgotten their time down here, with the other Watchers. You're still a Watcher, you'll still have all of your triggers installed, but you probably won't remember a thing. I mean, it might come and go, you might wake up in the middle of the night having a strange dream about your time with The Watchers, but you won't remember specifics."
"So... like, would I remember you? If I was processed, that is."
"That depends. We've had Watchers who have appeared at the surface with no memory of their time with us, and couldn't even be triggered into remembering their past, their missions, but there's also the rumors of one of our former Watchers, Amark, who remembered everything with such vivid detail he almost busted us. They had him... decommissioned?"
"...Wh... oh, sorry, I think I was asleep, dozing off a little. Sorry."
"It's quite alright, Miss Emmerson."
"...Am I getting processed, Isaias?"
"Don't you worry about that, Miss Emmerson, you're going to be fine. We haven't hurt you, we haven't taken advantage of you, you have reason to trust us, don't you?"
"Yeah, that... that makes sense. I just... when are we getting home?"
"Your living quarters are going to be at the end of the line here, don't you worry. I will help you get checked in, they'll perform a couple exams, they'll put you to sleep and you'll wake up in bed tomorrow morning. Tell me, one last thing before we get there... how does our song go? I heard you think it's a bit funny."
"It's such a silly little song! Where did you guys come up with it?"
"It sure is, but it sticks to you, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it feels like... like brain honey, I don't know how to describe it. It's good and sweet and sticky, though, I love it."
"How does it go, again?"
"...Isaias! You forgot it!"591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPfiLqJd90i
"I guess I did, Miss Emmerson. So how does it actually go? Jog my memory."
"Oh, um... it was beep boop boop beep... beep boop boop beep... beep boop boop boop boop... beep boop boop beep..."
"You're doing good, once you finish the song then we'll be there, just another minute longer."
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