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876030 No. 876030 ID: d052fd

It's all gone. The plants are all dead. The bacteria in the soil are all dead, so I can't grow more. The heads at NASA are going to "get back to me," whatever that means. I just don't have enough food. I've been trying to keep a positive attitude about this since being stranded here almost half an Earth year ago, but this is it, isn't it? I'm going to die here, alone on Mars.

I've had nobody to talk to for so long but text on a screen, and the guys at mission control aren't great conversationalists even without the delay. It's not crazy if I imagine different personalities in my head to talk with now, is it?

I've been out of the game for a while. Skills have atrophied. Apologies for the roughness while I reacquire them.
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No. 1008835 ID: 96c896

Well ask for her to explain it to you again. Then if you feel you understand her better, you can decide whether or not to tell her what happened to the Sentinelese.

If we frame it as if she was talking about them explicitly, then the question is, is it moral to force information/technology on an insular culture if the alternative is that they get wiped out by natural disaster?
Well, in that case there's a third choice. Shield them from the natural disaster, but don't give them the technology that would replicate the feat. In the case of the Sentinelese, well, the only thing that could be done by modern technology would be to invade and non-lethally capture the entire population, hold them somewhere secure until the hurricane passes, then put them back on the island.
No. 1008839 ID: f7f340

You may want to confirm that information before actually relayng it to her.
No. 1008869 ID: c92a02

Well, it's something to talk about at least. Oh yeah, North Sentinel island was washed away a couple years ago. But hey, there's plenty of other isolated tribes out there you could flex on, right? Maybe you can even spot a few nobody else has found.
As for the Sentinelese in a figurative sense, at least she got to talk to one. It's more than your anthropologists got. Were there even ruins left to study?
No. 1008870 ID: d052fd
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I'm not sure how I could possibly verify it without relaying the information to her inadvertently. I am fairly certain in my memory, though; I specifically remember now that the news report about the hurricane was how I learned about the island in the first place.

Yeah, I guess I could just get her to explain herself. She's expecting a response from me anyway.

"Uh, sorry. Yeah, I'm still hearing the, uh, voices. They were quiet for a while there, but they came back."

Ira looks concerned. "Huh, I wonder why that happened. Something stressing you out?"

"W-well, I was just thinking about what you said about that island. Uh, North Sentinel Island."

Ira nods her head towards the couch and takes a seat. "Yeah?" She doesn't provide anything else, and her expression is unreadable.

I take the seat on the other side. "How, uh, literal were you being about that? Were you actually talking about that island, or..."

I trail off, but Ira picks it up. "You're asking if I meant it as a metaphor from the beginning, or if it turned into one halfway?"

"I guess that...so, it was a metaphor."

Ira seems surprised. "Yeah, didn't you-" she cuts herself off and takes a deep breath, as if reconsidering her words. "Sorry. It's hard to tell, when I haven't talked to anybody in a while, how into my own head I'm getting. How well-understood I am. Maybe you can relate." She shoots me a sad smile, which I return with a shrug. "If I were talking about the island literally, well...it is an interesting case, isn't it? There's a lot out there on Earth that could make their lives objectively better. But if someone from, say, America said they wanted to quote-unquote civilize those people, it's a problem, yeah? It's disrespectful, taking away their agency to make those decisions for themselves, implying there's some threshold of civilization that they're failing to meet, destroying their culture, all that stuff."

I think for a moment and nod noncommittally. "And if you're not talking about the island literally, if you're talking about...about the entire Earth, all of humanity..."

She looks me in the eye pointedly. "I don't think it should be my call whether you're civilized enough."

I try to replay what I recall of our prior conversation in my head. "...And you just want to show up and exist to defy the people who you think already made that call. The people who already said they don't want to be shown how big the world is."

Ira sighs. "No, Mike. I don't. You said so yourself: I don't know how people would react. It could hurt a lot of people. Just because I may now be able to live out my-" she flails her hands through the air as if searching for the term, "immature escapist power fantasies doesn't mean it would be right. The less I have to do with Earth, the better. Current errand notwithstanding."

I find myself uncomfortable and turn to face the screen. I can barely make out Trinity Bay on the rapidly-enlarging image; the probe is almost in range. Or, will have been almost in range, 10 minutes ago when it sent this signal. I'm not sure whether her explanation makes the information about the island more or less worthy of sharing, but if I'm going to bring it up I should probably do it before the deluge of distracting data arrives.
No. 1008871 ID: c92a02

Mention it. It goes to show: Don't just wait for Earth to call back, you never know what you'll miss in the meantime.
No. 1008872 ID: f8fa51

Do say it. Also say that's why you got stressed out thinking about the island. But don't press her on it.
No. 1008904 ID: 6519cb

Also, this kind of thing is best done one step at a time. Bringing Mike back will be enough to make people think for a while. She should come check back later, and see whether our leaders have doubled down on trying to contact outer life, or instead chosen to bury their heads in the sand.
No. 1008931 ID: d052fd
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Right, might as well go for it.

"Ira, I just...something else that came back to me when I was asleep, something I didn't put together in my head immediately. North Sentinel Island was wiped out by a hurricane six, maybe seven years ago."

Ira's eyes widen. "What?"

"T-there was nothing left. I remember seeing it on the news. That's what was bothering me about the hurricane, I-"

"-Stop it, Mike. That's cruel." Ira's eyes narrow again and her brow furrows. She shakes her head, disbelieving. "This isn't a metaphor anymore, we're talking about real people."

"It's not a metaphor, no, you're right, i-it is cruel, and I'm sorry, but it happened. I thought you should know."

I feel like I should say more, but nothing comes out. Ira stares off into the distance, lost in thought. I see pain, anger, and confusion on her face. When she finally speaks, it begins with a croak, as if she has something in her throat. "History is full of...dictators, murderers, monsters, who got away with what they did for too long because they convinced people they just wanted to help. Maybe they even believed it themselves. How could I...how do I know I'm not-" she chokes on the end of her sentence and buries her head in her hands.

I put my hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry" comes out of my mouth, but I don't even really know why.

"I could have helped those people," she replies, not moving. "I...I could have helped a lot of people." She sniffles and peers up over the top of her hands at the screen in front of us. Her eyes are red and wet. I glance up as well, noting that the probe is zipping around getting different views of the scene. A fence, some police, a lot of civilians, handmade signs, tents. Ira keeps staring. "Why's everyone wearing masks?"
No. 1008932 ID: d052fd
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The question comes out of left field for me. "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess that was after your time. Uh-"

Ira drops her hands and turns to look at me. "I'm guessing disease?" I can't really read her expression. Maybe resolve?

"That's the long and short of it, yeah." I reply.

"And those levees around the bay, those are new. Rising sea levels?"

I nod. "Yeah. Rising temperatures, melting ice caps..."

She looks back and forth from the screen to me. "Still on the petroleum kick, I see. Hit peak oil yet?"

"Uh, there's a global shortage, last I heard, so..."

"And how about the nuclear weapons? People start dismantling those?"

"N-no. No, there's more of those around than ever."

Ira takes a deep breath, wipes her eyes, and nods purposefully. "Sounds like I have my work cut out for me, then."
No. 1008938 ID: c92a02

So does everyone else down there trying to deal with those things. Maybe you could work through them.
No. 1008946 ID: 094652

If you really want to know the tipping point between "power fantasy interfering" and "needs help now", use your powers to get a mental vote:
Do people believe they can change anything?
And if most of them say no then it's a sign that they're not that free to decide their culture after all.
No. 1008951 ID: b1476c

Ask her what the island was to her. Tell her that, even if she doesn't want to tell you, you'll be there for her because someone should be.
No. 1008968 ID: f8fa51

Tell her you're not sure there is such a thing as a right answer here. Her concerns are completely valid. As are the consequences of not acting. Ultimately, she's the only one who can make that decision. You're not going to resent her for deciding it's not her problem.
No. 1008980 ID: 64ac8e

She'll have to come up with a way to stay grounded. Power corrupts inherently.
No. 1008989 ID: 9512c4

Offering people the chance to be better has historically caused fewer problems than trying to force people to be better.

The technology difference is great enough here that she's not really contemplating being a benevolent dictator, she's contemplating being a god. Any type of leadership role is going to come with responsibility, and "a god" is almost the biggest possible responsibility you can ask for besides "the God" - I'm assuming she can't be everywhere at once. Pretty sure no human (sorry, person) has the maturity level for that.

If she wants to involve herself, it would probably be better if she just offers again to help, rather than dictating the type of help she'll be offering. How can she help people help themselves, and not just some people but ALL people?
No. 1009108 ID: 6c227a

Look, the islanders put up a unified front of saying they didn't want help or contact, so that's... leaving them alone was respecting their wishes. The people on earth.. I mean, I'm here. I'm accepting help offered. And I appreciate that you brought me the soup I absolutely needed as an opener, instead of offering to solve all my problems at once. This whole thing is a LOT, and I wouldn't have known what to do with it all at once anyway.

Maybe if somebody had shown up on the beach when the wind was already knocking down trees with storm shelters, North Sentinel Island would still have people on it. Maybe they would have even started talking to us. But I doubt they would want to move to New York, you know? A helping hand doesn't have to mean domination and assimilation like that. We still do international food aid and disaster relief with no strings attached. Though lines are getting stretched thin, and it's getting harder every year. We definitely couldn't brave a hurricane with work crews to fabricate a bunker. Could you?
No. 1009111 ID: d052fd
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I am a bit taken aback by Ira's change of heart. I had tried to convince her to get more involved in humanity already on this trip, but now that she seems to be showing an interest, it's suddenly hitting me how Earth-shattering that will be. I may have just had the most important conversation of my life, and the enormity of it washes over me like a cold wave. I start babbling.

"Y-yeah, so does everyone else down there trying to deal with those things? If you're going to offer to help, then...well, given the technology base you've demonstrated here, that would be amazing. But, your concerns are valid, power does corrupt, and, uh," I am very aware of Ira staring piercingly at me but my mouth doesn't seem to be stopping now, "You'll need some way to stay grounded. I mean, I can be there for you, because somebody should be-"

Ira laughs awkwardly and holds up a hand in a stop motion, mercifully cutting me off. "Mike! Mike. Bud. You're sweet. You're just-I can't. Believe me, I know what this means, and you and I both know it's bigger than you. Sorry. Making you some kind of...confidant makes you the weakest link in my whole situation, and that's not a position I want to put you in." She sniffles and wipes her nose again, then looks at her hands. "Augh. Yes, thank you meat body, making my face all juicy right now is definitely helping. Just...give me a second."

Ira hops up and runs to the bathroom. I hear her blow her nose, clear her throat, run the faucet. I take a moment to take some deep breaths and let the redness in my face subside.
No. 1009112 ID: d052fd
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After a minute or so, Ira steps out of the bathroom door and claps her hands together. "Okay! We got off-topic for a second there. I'm going to need to ramp some stuff up before any of that is even relevant. One problem at a time, and our current problem is getting you home safely."

I can tell she's trying to change the subject. "Ira, I'm serious, if you want to talk about what you're planning, I'm here for you."

She shakes her head. "Nope. I will not, cannot discuss any future plans with you, short of those having to do with our current mission. Captain's orders, final answer, moving on." She points to the screen and continues, "Sitrep on the ground: I see a lot of civilians in the area, and a small peacekeeping force who seem mostly concerned with keeping them off the grounds. There's some construction going on, but it doesn't look military in nature. On the feed, we're looking at about six twenty on the morning of June thirtieth, twenty-forty-two. It's early, but it looks like plenty of people are up. I've heard us mentioned on the radio, but I don't know if I can gauge public opinion from that. Currently working on hacking some internet access, and I queued up a soft pattern of search terms to crawl for and dump on me whenever that's available. But, even without that, we can rule out a public blackout of information regarding your travel situation here, and it seems like overt military action against us when we land isn't a major concern." She stops for a breath for what seems like the first time in all of that infodump, but quickly picks up again. "I think we're probably safe to continue with our current landing plan, and you can probably resume comms with NASA if you'd like. We're currently moving about twelve hundred forty kilometers a second, about a hundred eighty million kilometers out from our destination, so our current lightspeed comms delay is just shy of ten minutes. I can send text, audio, video, whatever you want. Unless you have any other ideas?"
No. 1009117 ID: c92a02

Let's record a video to say we'll see them soon, and compliment our benefactor gracious and very understanding host.
No. 1009118 ID: 094652

"Attention, America. [Insert professional speech about the sacrifices made] to find meaning behind the stars.
I have succeeded.

As of this moment, I hereby declare an act of war by invasively scanning your homes for concrete evidence of sex trafficking, which will then be distributed across the internet for local authorities to investigate. To anyone who attempts to dispose of the evidence before the police arrive: this battleship will surgically assassinate you upon entry."
And then list the names of those who have people chained to the walls, followed by a succinct The-Reason-You-Suck speech.
No. 1009141 ID: 84f28b

Maybe we check in with audio, rather than video? That way they don’t see the banana bag until they need to (if at all), or don’t feel the need to pick apart your background/surroundings.
No. 1009192 ID: 9512c4

Continue with previously-established landing plan. If you feel a need to send any message at all, a simple audio or text message stating that you're on schedule should suffice.

"Ira, is there some way I can at least stay in communication with you after I get dropped off? Even if being your confidant is too risky, I think the rewards of being your friend outweigh the risks... *chuckle* and not just because you might be planning to take over the world. You probably saved my life, and I'm not the type to forget that."
No. 1009263 ID: d052fd
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"Attention, America. I left-"

"Hang on, you shouldn't just address America. People are following your story all over the Earth."

"Attention, people of Earth. I left this beautiful land behind what seems like eons ago on a quest. A quest to find meaning behind the stars, to shed light on humanity's future, to provide another stepping stone on our ascent to glory.

"I have succeeded.

"As of this moment, I hereby declare an act of war by invasively scanning your homes for concrete evidence of sex trafficking, which will then be distributed across the internet for local authorities to investigate. To anyone who attempts to dispose of the evidence before the police arrive: this battleship will surgically assassinate you upon entry."

"We can't do that, Mike, this isn't a battleship."

"Oh, true."

"That's obviously the only problem with everything you just said."

"This space Winnebago will surgically assassinate you upon entry."

"I guess we could throw some rocks at them."

"That doesn't seem very threatening, Ira."

"We could throw some rocks at them...from orbit."

"Now we're talking."

"But could I take such a power into my own hands? Am I, atop my spacely throne, truly fit to be the ultimate judge, to rain death and destruction down upon the world's evildoers? To be jury and executioner for every man, woman, and child of Earth?"


"You would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!"

"Wow, nevermind. I don't wanna be ruled by some nerd that memorizes Tolkien."

"Shit. I don't guess it would help if I said I didn't have it memorized, I just searched for 'terrible as the dawn' with my mentally-linked computer?"

"If anything, that makes it worse."

"Well, damn. Guess it's back to space isolation for me, then."
No. 1009264 ID: d052fd
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Ira grins. "Alright, got that out of your system, Mike?"

"Yep. You good?"

"Ready when you are."

"Oh, is it a problem that they'll be able to see my..." I point to the nearly-empty bag of grayish liquid strapped to my shoulder. "...My shoulder buddy?"

"Nah. Might be worth a mention, though. I can send them a schematic of the molecules if you think they'll be worried."

"You'd just give away the details of your superscience miracle drug?"

"...Yyyyyyes? It's a medicine; I don't think it's weaponizable."

"Okay, but you could, I dunno, sell it or something."

"Wow, Mike, your American is really showing there."

"Hm. Maybe. Still, I don't think you need to share it unless they ask."

"If you say so. Ready to record again?"

"Yeah, may as well. You wanna be in the shot from the start this time?"
No. 1009265 ID: d052fd
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"Hey, mission control. Just checking in to let you know that my gracious host has found a workaround for the previous comms blackout."

Ira waves to the camera. "Sorry about that, bit of an oversight on my part."

"In case there was any question, yes, the big glowing blue ball hurtling towards Earth at astounding speeds is my ride. Smooth sailing so far, and we're on schedule. We're expecting touchdown on July second, around two to three in the afternoon your time."

Ira nods. "Oh, and I see you guys started building some sort of landing platform out there. No need to mess up your nice field, I can just park on the grass." She smiles, but with a slight hint of smugness.

I hold up one of the potatoes I brought back with me. "I'm bringing you guys a souvenir. Hope you don't mind if I never want to look at a potato again, though."

Ira chuckles. "Speaking of the potatoes, I'm doing what I can here to help sort out Mike's whole...nutritional health situation, but I do want to reiterate that an actual doctor should be ready to take a look at him."

"That's all I have for you right now. You should be able to communicate back through the same channels we were using on Mars, but Ira made a document detailing easier broadcasting methods she'll be able to pick up, too. Looking forward to seeing you all in a couple of days."
No. 1009266 ID: d052fd
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A few minutes later, Ira gets back the first infodump from the probe's internet searches. She reviews the data in a process that mostly seems to involve her sitting down and staring blankly into the distance, occasionally reciting information. "All your messages and images were shared freely with the public," she says. "Still no statements from anyone who should know about me. Lots of speculation. Some of it...comes close. But, given the sheer volume, that's not unexpected." A moment passes before she speaks up again. "What the shit? U.S. president Elon fucking Musk?"

"Yeah, that's-"

"Then who's the Russian- Ramzan Kadyrov? Fucking hell."


"Liang Hung- At least that's not a name I recognize. But still, jesus fucking christ, humanity, get your shit together." Ira blinks quickly, and her eyes come back into focus. She looks at me and plasters the least-genuine-looking smile I have ever seen on her face. "Right! Mike. Yes. I'm sure they're very reasonable men. Commendable rulers, all. Looking forward to speaking with them. Sometimes I just yell for no reason and I'd appreciate it if you didn't bring that up in your report, thanks."

I can't help but laugh a little. "Right, sounds fine to me."

She shakes her head and exhales with a quiet "hooo!" before her eyes glaze over again. Before long, she makes another pained expression. "Palestine, Libya, North Korea..." she mutters, trailing off without elaborating.

I walk over to Ira and put a hand on her shoulder. "Ira. Hey. Maybe you should stop doomscrolling. I know you've been out for a while, but it's not healthy."

Her eyes focus on my hand, then up to meet my gaze. She nods weakly in the affirmative. "Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right. Okay." She hugs me around the waist from her seated position. "Thanks, Mike. Whatcha wanna do instead?"

My mind wanders to other activities. What do I want to do instead, not just in the immediate sense, but for the remaining duration of the trip?
No. 1009268 ID: d052fd

Author's note: I'm about to start another voiceless fast-forward. If there's any other activities you guys wanted to get to, either immediately after this conversation or at any point before the ship arrives on Earth, now's the time to get them in. If any of them are important enough to warrant coming out of timeskip, I will. Otherwise it will probably be folded into the travel montage.
No. 1009282 ID: f8fa51

Get to know Ira better, as a person. We've established by now that asking questions about her technology is mostly a no-go zone, but hanging out, sharing opinions and developing your friendship is something that both might help you in the future and you won't likely have an opportunity to do once you land for quite some time.
No. 1009348 ID: 9bf2ef

Come on Mike, let her share the drug. She wants to help. If you're too capitalist for that, suggest that she trade it for hologram schematics. That was Earth tech she doesn't have.
No. 1009407 ID: f57349

Call the United Nations, offer to trade public release of non-weaponizable biomedical knowledge - presumably they've got a list of priority research subjects and major unsolved problems sitting around somewhere - for recent videogames and other entertainment tech. Boredom's mission-relevant, right?

Experiment with some spicier food.

Check in with friends and family.

Look yourself up on Wikipedia.
No. 1009930 ID: d052fd
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I shrug and smile. "No real game plan here. I'm getting pretty hungry, though. I kinda want to try something spicier..."

"Cool, that's doable. I was thinking we'd celebrate the end of your first round of the medication with a steak or something, too. I'll print out a couple of antacids, and maybe a capsule of gut flora for you to take beforehand."

"Woah, a steak? I thought you were a vegetarian."

"Technically, all food I make with the fabricator is vegan."

"Oh, right. Fair point. Oh, about the meds, it's probably fine if you share them. But, have you considered offering them in trade for hologram schematics?"

"I, uh, actually already got those from Wikipedia. At least, I got the operating principles and I'm pretty sure I can make something work from there."

"Nice. Do I have a Wikipedia page?"

"You do! I'll send it to your laptop."
No. 1009931 ID: d052fd
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The rest of the day is a flurry of activity. Between my friendly conversations with Ira, the constant stream of information she is able to deliver from Earth, my conversations with NASA and my friends and family, and my rapidly-improving health, I find that the voices begin to fade away into the back of my mind.

Ira and I grow closer during the trip, but she almost seems more reserved after our conversation about her Earthly interventions. She's still very physical and cracks jokes frequently, but closes out conversations about herself even more quickly than before. When it comes time to go to sleep, she gives me a hug and a gentle shove towards my own room, before retiring to hers and shutting the door behind her.

Ira has some solo conversations with mission control as well. After seeing her on video with me, they seem to open up somewhat. At least, they address her as a person instead of an unknown extraterrestrial entity. She answers all the questions they have about my current well-being and dodges all of the rest. While they are grateful when she shares the compound that she injected me with, all they say is that they have experts looking it over to figure out how it works and how to synthesize it.

By the time I wake up on the final day of the trip, the voices seem like a distant memory.
No. 1009932 ID: d052fd
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>June 30th, 2042, 3:55 AM CT
>2 hours, 41 minutes before the relay probe reaches Houston
>58 hours, 36 minutes before touchdown


"My holograms got you in the mood for monochrome, huh?"

"Something like that. I'm at the point where Star Trek and Doctor Who are starting to feel like slice-of-life affairs. Thought I'd go for something oldschool."
No. 1009934 ID: d052fd
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>July 2nd, 2042, 2:29 PM CT
>2 minutes before touchdown

"As the-the craft descends, we can make out some more details. Four legs, or what seem to be legs-"
No. 1009935 ID: d052fd
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>June 30th, 2042, 4:02 AM CT
>58 hours, 29 minutes before touchdown

"Troops have been rushed across the Potomac River from Fort Meyer, and have thrown a cordon around the ship. They are supported by tanks, artillery, and machine guns..."

"Tanks? This seems like overkill."


"Wait, do you think they'll be tanks aiming at us when you drop me off?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. There will be guns, at the very least. Even in the best-case scenario, people want to have some sort of precautions."

"Are you...okay with that?"

"Try not to worry about it, Mike. I doubt any of these hypothetical guns would be pointed at you, and I'll wear my armor just in case. In any case, we'll know more when the probe gets there; no use worrying about it now."
No. 1009936 ID: d052fd
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>July 2nd, 2042, 2:31 PM CT

"...Some kind of metal man standing next to our astronaut, unclear at this time if this is the 'Ira' being we saw in the videos earlier..."

"...Confusion at the front of the crowd, as some people seem to be running away, and others seem to be pushing forward past the barriers. The military is trying to divide its attention between keeping the crowd back, and the spacecraft..."
No. 1009937 ID: d052fd
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>June 30th, 2042, 4:04 AM CT
>58 hours, 27 minutes before touchdown
No. 1009938 ID: d052fd
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>July 2nd, 2042, 2:32 PM CT

"...The medical team seems to be having difficulty removing the astronaut, it seems he is trying to say something to the robotic creature. It-it appears that the being is having a conversation with a NASA scientist, we are unable to make it out at this distance..."

"...Holding up a hand, as if to say 'wait a moment,' unclear at this time what-"
No. 1009939 ID: d052fd
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>June 30th, 2042, 4:04 AM CT
>58 hours, 27 minutes before touchdown

No. 1009941 ID: d052fd
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>July 2nd, 2042, 2:32 PM CT

No. 1009942 ID: d052fd
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>June 30th, 2042, 4:04 AM CT
>58 hours, 27 minutes before touchdown

No. 1009943 ID: d052fd
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>July 2nd, 2042, 2:32 PM CT
No. 1009944 ID: d052fd
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"O-oh god. Ira, are you...you're okay, right? I was worried y-you needed time to, uh, swap bodies, but you're fine, right? T-that wasn't, uh, too fast for you to-"
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"Ira? This is you, right? You're okay. Please say something-"
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"Oh god, uh...Klaatu barada nicto! Klaatu barada nicto!"
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... Well, that just happened.
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