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[donkeyballs]

[ It's not urgent so he's just sending this as a text for whenever Amos checks his console. ]

How the hell did I forget the love of my life???

[tumang]

the fuck are you talking about?

[ It's a few hours later. Sorry, Alex, Amos was otherwise occupied. ]

[donkeyballs]

The last - hell, I don't know, since the incident, I guess - I completely forgot the Rocinante.

Not you guys. Not Eros. Or anything we did. But I couldn't remember the Roci. Like a black hole in my head any time I tried thinkin' about how we actually got anywhere.

[tumang]

shit, man
and we thought the protomolecule could fuck with us hard
it has nothing on this place

are you happy then

[donkeyballs]

This place is definitely one for the god damn record books.

I mean, I'm glad I remember. But no. I ain't happy. I'm creeped the hell out.

I ain't gonna be happy till we find her and get the hell outta here.

[tumang]

creeped out because you forgot at all?
it's no worse than when you died, at least.

we don't even know where we are, alex

[donkeyballs]

I ain't comparing them, Amos. But that's when I forgot, too. You don't think that's creepy?

At this point, Brother, I'll take living on the Roci in orbit over this god damn station.

The Roci ain't ever tried to kill me.

[tumang]

do you think this station put something in us, that's fucking with our brains? an implant or something?

[donkeyballs]

Christ, I sure as hell hope not.

But without an auto doc or any kind of scanning equipment, I don't see how we could know.

[tumang]

biopsies
autopsies
although the corpses disappear

[donkeyballs]

Biopsy ain't exactly a safe option for our brains.

And I ain't sure the corpses do disappear.

I think we just stop being corpses.

[tumang]

but what about those who do disappear? like Kat, or Kara? Here one day, gone the next. What's up with that?

[donkeyballs]

They don't die first, right? They just - disintegrate.

... Shit, not like that's better.



God damn I hate this place, Amos.

[tumang]

home is better, with the protomolecule, and being fugitives on everyone's targeting system?

[donkeyballs]

You're doin' a hell of a job of cheerin' me up, brother.

[tumang]

oh, I didn't know that was my job

[donkeyballs]

I ain't sayin' it's better.

But you gotta admit that even with the protomolecule things at least made more sense.

[tumang]

do they? how do they make more sense?

[donkeyballs]

The protoshit gets you and that's it. There ain't no comin' back.

[ Or so he thinks. ]