Broken hunger
You observe the surrounding area and except the robots and their control holo computer, there is nothing much to stare at. Then you notice something near the closed door, an old database console really similar to the ones in The Mufasa. You press the holographic pad and thankfully, It works!
You race over the information eager to obtain at least a clue about what the fuck is happening!
You scroll back and forward in the data log, it seems one unknown user has been mass erasing multiple files.
You experience a bitter sensation of ... nostalgia, sadness? How much knowledge lost because of a fuckin moron. That may as well still be in crawling around through the vents watching at you.
I have to snap that idea from my mind. Eureka!!! some data is still on the database. You smirk to the imaginary nemesis that tried to wipe out all the information inside the Data terminal.
DATABASE
Ship socializing room
**corrupted**
"Shit, shit, Shit...".
Well, for something I have been studying meanwhile all those brainless cougars were learning to, like use poles or whatever stupid shit they train.
The Burning resentment is still firmly implanted in your psyche. Their insults, and laughs. You slap in the face trying to focus on the matter.
Status about the medical report on Seradorine.
Yeah, I can fix it partially...See... If I can read part of it.
"Tavin, Stop trying to emulate Captain Kirk and flirting with every woman around, you aren't a war hero, you are simply a truck driver with grandeur delusions transporting agricultural samples to terraforming planets.
Still, Rumors are really dire about Effects of Seren***corrupted**
I am your boss tavin...Promise me that haven't any Seradorine on board or you will definitely lose not only your employment any perspective or a new one.
Certainly, it is interesting as something is really wrong in this place
You start scrolling down the socializing room. And A message file appeared
Postman misery With the avatar of a bearded pink dragon "Have you ever noticed that after having enough weed your own talents get jealous of yourself. You will do so nicely tails if you come to my bulk. I possess the Extended edition Ofu Barnie and The Cows. Girl, it will be so sexy... I have a new rope just for you"
Tail and Choke Go away, loser. even if you were the last shit on earth.
Postman Misery Oh, you're really know how to turn me on, Girl... Forget those fat incels. ]I am the only one in this ship, that have expectations and the brain to go up the social ladder.
Tail and Choke FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME. I AM NOT A GIRL. AND YOU DON'T HAVE MONEY ENOUGH TO PAY ME TO CHOKE YOU...
Postman Misery DUDE, YOU INCEL I AM PUBLISHED NOT LIKE YOU, TWAT. There are others like you in this ship.
You close fast that chat you don't understand half of it and you are sure you don't want to learn about that...
But something is quite wrong with the few fragmented messages you can access to
The first messages on the database are normal and polite what do you could predict in any ship. However, the messages get angry and sexual and crazy further in the travel to point out that last entries seem, edgy teen, description of text pornography. You don't want to read something like that anymore but decided to focus on one or two readable:
Rachel: S.S I am really worried about all is happening in the Galaxy. This is totally different from anything else since the beginning of the Fifth World War.
S.S: Don't be so dramatic Rachel. This is just another example of The faults of capitalisms and the meat industry.
Rachel: You are a librarian, not a scientist, at least not a real one. Seradorine is made from a plant not from meat.
S.S: I am far more competent than all of your doctorate in shit people. It is corporations what distributed The Seradorine. And that will be their fall. Not for real people like me.
All of the messages that had sense seems to be preoccupied about a medicine or a plant. But you don't get a lot more from it that there was something wrong affecting their minds.
And this opens a hazardous situation. Could this plant, that had affected them 3,000 years ago, being able to affect you as well?
You race over the information eager to obtain at least a clue about what the fuck is happening!
You scroll back and forward in the data log, it seems one unknown user has been mass erasing multiple files.
You experience a bitter sensation of ... nostalgia, sadness? How much knowledge lost because of a fuckin moron. That may as well still be in crawling around through the vents watching at you.
I have to snap that idea from my mind. Eureka!!! some data is still on the database. You smirk to the imaginary nemesis that tried to wipe out all the information inside the Data terminal.
DATABASE
Ship socializing room
**corrupted**
"Shit, shit, Shit...".
Well, for something I have been studying meanwhile all those brainless cougars were learning to, like use poles or whatever stupid shit they train.
The Burning resentment is still firmly implanted in your psyche. Their insults, and laughs. You slap in the face trying to focus on the matter.
Status about the medical report on Seradorine.
Yeah, I can fix it partially...See... If I can read part of it.
"Tavin, Stop trying to emulate Captain Kirk and flirting with every woman around, you aren't a war hero, you are simply a truck driver with grandeur delusions transporting agricultural samples to terraforming planets.
Still, Rumors are really dire about Effects of Seren***corrupted**
I am your boss tavin...Promise me that haven't any Seradorine on board or you will definitely lose not only your employment any perspective or a new one.
Certainly, it is interesting as something is really wrong in this place
You start scrolling down the socializing room. And A message file appeared
Postman misery With the avatar of a bearded pink dragon "Have you ever noticed that after having enough weed your own talents get jealous of yourself. You will do so nicely tails if you come to my bulk. I possess the Extended edition Ofu Barnie and The Cows. Girl, it will be so sexy... I have a new rope just for you"
Tail and Choke Go away, loser. even if you were the last shit on earth.
Postman Misery Oh, you're really know how to turn me on, Girl... Forget those fat incels. ]I am the only one in this ship, that have expectations and the brain to go up the social ladder.
Tail and Choke FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME. I AM NOT A GIRL. AND YOU DON'T HAVE MONEY ENOUGH TO PAY ME TO CHOKE YOU...
Postman Misery DUDE, YOU INCEL I AM PUBLISHED NOT LIKE YOU, TWAT. There are others like you in this ship.
You close fast that chat you don't understand half of it and you are sure you don't want to learn about that...
But something is quite wrong with the few fragmented messages you can access to
The first messages on the database are normal and polite what do you could predict in any ship. However, the messages get angry and sexual and crazy further in the travel to point out that last entries seem, edgy teen, description of text pornography. You don't want to read something like that anymore but decided to focus on one or two readable:
Rachel: S.S I am really worried about all is happening in the Galaxy. This is totally different from anything else since the beginning of the Fifth World War.
S.S: Don't be so dramatic Rachel. This is just another example of The faults of capitalisms and the meat industry.
Rachel: You are a librarian, not a scientist, at least not a real one. Seradorine is made from a plant not from meat.
S.S: I am far more competent than all of your doctorate in shit people. It is corporations what distributed The Seradorine. And that will be their fall. Not for real people like me.
All of the messages that had sense seems to be preoccupied about a medicine or a plant. But you don't get a lot more from it that there was something wrong affecting their minds.
And this opens a hazardous situation. Could this plant, that had affected them 3,000 years ago, being able to affect you as well?