>>@SGT | TO: @ALL.

[byhand]

I usually reserve these communications for private networks, but it seems necessity has hastened our meeting. For the safety of myself and my family, I would be of no uncertain gratefulness if you would refer to me as Sargent, and little else. Though I am sure, with time, some of you will come up with more colorful nicknames.

Pleasantries aside; welcome, new faces and old, and I must ask this with all seriousness and kindness: What have you done?

Things are moving at the wrong speed. The prognosticators were not expecting to compensate for such a load. Several droids have begun misfiring, our protochron readouts are gaining sentience, a prophet is missing, and the birds are growing increasingly agitated. This is not the series of events your ancestors knew, much less my progeny.

To put it simply: things are not moving apace. I cannot say for sure if this is your influence, or the influence of an outside power, or perhaps both. And yet:

Mary Wollstonecraft, who was not supposed to enter Paris until next month, is already here.

The King's Trial has not even been proposed by the revolutionary government.

Mirabeau sleeps still in a place of honor.

I will put more work into discovering the source of this snarl in history. But you must be warned: every action you have here changes the lives of untold million not yet born. Tread carefully, for as the poets say: you walk upon dreams.

Comments

un: hawkward

[alsohawkeye]

awwwwwwwwwwwww

[byhand]

Is this some "meme"?

[alsohawkeye]

No, but we could probably make it one somehow.
Are you the commander's dad?

[byhand]

No, of course not. What has she told you of herself, precisely?

[alsohawkeye]

Nothing, unfortunately. I'd love to know more, I'm sure her career has been very impressive. Have you two worked together long?

[byhand]

Since she rescued herself, yes. She ripped herself away from everything she had ever known, to join our cause.

[alsohawkeye]

That must have been incredibly difficult. What did she rescue herself from?

[byhand]

The cloning facility on St Pelion's Island. A dreadful place, I'm told.

[alsohawkeye]

I've never heard of it. Is that a place on this Earth?

Wait, is she a clone?

[byhand]

It is on Earth, but so far into the future to make it unrecognizable to us both. A city-state called Lemuria.

Of course she is. All the Regency's Adjudicators and Enforcers are a clone of a woman who did great service to the Empire. As a reward, she lives on eternal, though the lives of her clones, who observe and police the city.

un: CMDR

[byfist]

Don't encourage him.

[alsohawkeye]

But he's so thoughtful and caring. Who else will make sure you're eating enough?

[byfist]

Myself, naturally.

[alsohawkeye]

I don't know, sounds like maybe you're not always good at that, if he's worried. Did you eat any vegetables today? Are you getting enough vitamin C?

[byfist]

He refers to when I had just joined COST. I was... younger and foolish and made the mistake of three days hard battle and march on an empty stomach.

[ She hates you so much right now, Sargent Dad. ]

[alsohawkeye]

Impressive. How long has he been holding that over you?

[byfist]

At least four Kalpa.

[alsohawkeye]

Yeah, that one's not translating, for some reason. What's a kalpa in Earth years?

[byfist]

A long enough time to want to throttle the old man for thinking I need such help.

[alsohawkeye]

Hey, at least he wants to help. Could be a lot worse.

Is he your boss?

[byfist]

I outrank him, if that's your question.

But all the Commanders give leeway with him.

[alsohawkeye]

Why's that?

[byfist]

You'll see when you meet him.

[alsohawkeye]

Does he dad the other commanders too, or just you?

[byfist]

Just... me.