The shuttle nears the same location the Eriksson is awaiting at, slowly descending to land nearby to it.
@Cerebrate
“This shuttle’s an old ‘Rajput’ design, in short whatever would happen in here’d be kept in the dark, with no risk of anything getting out unto the greater mesh, and even if it somehow did Imos,
cognoviruses, even
cognoweapons, both digital and organic, are one of many things I used to squash long ago.”
“I doubt they’re from the federation, considering the fed’s distancing from the exclusion darkzone and overreliance on bombardment. They even look too worn and torn to’ve been there for only the short time the feds have.”
“There’s no telling where they’ve come from…”
The shark then retracts all of the unnecessarily frightening tools selected on the smart tool, stowing the widget from view.
“…You don’t have a synthbrain anymore, Imos. Besides these robolds here,”
{“explaining their odd movement, muteness and behavior, in retrospect. They must be the exemplified effects of prolonged exposure of synthbrains to this planet…”}
“no synth nor simulacrum like myself upon this world does anymore, so unless those ‘built-in instincts and subroutines’ are a holdover inside your new squishy brain, inherited from your old one, I’d say the truth is more overall that you care deeply about their well-being… which is good. If you object to me having them all taken apart for study, then do as you will, take them in, switch them to fleshen brains and new IDs–if they even possess the latter to begin with, and watch over them diligently.”
“They’re in your hands now.”
