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[scotch_egg]

What is it with this bloody place? Every time I step away the whole universe goes to shit. A robot war? Really? Really?

And your Bureau has little enough to say about it except an apology. Like that does a damn thing.

There has to be a way to prepare for this, or somewhere to go when the shit hits the fan. There has to be some organization or some sense of a reality check. I don't know. I can barely wrap my head around it.

Bloody robots...

Other than the two persons that died that certain administrations are so sorry for. [there is enough sarcasm there to drown small animals] How is everyone?

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[madman_with_a_box]

Kool-aid. People drink kool-aid to join cults. Or...well, more famously, to leave them, in mass horrible fashion.

As far as the robots go, well, it was terrifying, but also thrilling. I suppose I'm just one of those people who gets a kick out of near death experiences. I never would have thought as much about myself, really - not until...all of this. I've led a pretty dull life up to this point. I was telling Ellie - part of my professional career has been the study of hypothetical extraterrestrial life. And suddenly, there were patches of alien planets in the middle of Manhattan?

Oh! [His eyes brighten, just a bit.] It was worth the danger to set foot there, even if only just pieces of it. But - I do suspect that perhaps they can and are able to do more, but possibly don't. Not that you heard that from me, or anything.

[scotch_egg]

How can you say that? How can you say it's worth the danger? People died. People were threatened. Who knows how much was swept under the rug? It's one thing to be an adrenaline junky and step in when you have a choice... but to be...invaded... That's not worth it. That's never worth it.