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Ah… *ahem*. Our Q3 report.
Primary resources of the Labs have been directed to the study of the recent and increasing incidence of dimensional anomalies in our empire. |
| Preliminary study has suggested these are, in fact, discontinuities in the fabric of the substrate underpinning reality, which are hypothesized to pose a threat to our citizens, as it can lead to unpredictable navigation along interstellar spacetime vectors–- |
| Does this have anything to do with our missing ship, Doctor? |
| To draw such a conclusion on such scant evidence would be-- it would be scientifically irresponsible--! |
| I-- well. I don’t want to speak before we’ve confirmed anything. These are preliminary studies-- |
| Our forces are impotent enough as-is without your waffling, Doctor. |
| Yes-- well-- Through these anomalies we've been able to study the presence of what appear to be alternate realities, which despite their superficial differences do seem to bear a similar underlying structure to our own-- including that they are inhabited by sapient beings of which we have extracted multiple specimens with highly unusual parapsychological adaptations-- |
Enough of this.
The funding we provide is not meant to fuel your intellectual curiosities, Kree'zik. This is a military installation.
I expect results. |
| I-- I-- I was-- surely, our work--! |
Your work has been marked by regular setbacks, delays, FAILURES to deliver.
Not even mentioning the missing specimens-- |
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| * Pretty fuckin' rich of you to bring that one up. |
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* Cause I distinctly recall it was the useless bastards under your command what swept this place top to bottom.
* Got any news for us on where those humans went yet?
* Cause I was just down in bio and those holo-cages are still fuckin' empty. |
Trust me, Doctor. I have plenty of disappointment to go around.
Those "useless bastards" have heard their piece.
Today, it's your turn. |
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* You're looking at discoveries that're shaking the fuckin' foundations of reality here, whole entire fields spawned into being in front of your snout, and you're sitting there complaining that nobody's loaded it into a gun and fired it yet!
* We are talking the fabric of the universe, mate! |
| And what utility does that have to this military? |
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| * Fuckin' oath, do they not teach you how to delay fuckin' gratification in general school? |
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* I could sit here and clarify you the logistical, tactical and sheer fucking destructive potential of fucking spacetime manipulation.
* But I respect your fucking intelligence enough to presume you've already grappled with those implications yourself!
* So, fuck, you can let us pursue this line of research to its logical fuckin' conclusion, or you can strangle the new age of technology in the crib because you forgot how to pass the marshmallow test!
* What's it gonna be?
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| You've got a lot of guts talking to me like that, Doctor. |
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* ...You rather I give you the speech I had for the High Consul?
* Lot less big words in that one. |
| If only my men had your mettle. |
Fine, then. You've bought yourself some time. I'll inform Squarck about your findings.
But let me be clear, I do expect results eventually.
Don't make me regret this. |
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* Righto.
* Which of you's buying me lunch. |
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