The Sphere RP

I fuckin' told him not to go off on his own...!

[Rudy's in a panic. He'd known this would happen if Too kept going off to 'work out what was going on here.' He'd said so.

Now he doesn't know what he's going to do.]

Somebody else is missin'.

[Good day, citizens. The voice being broadcast directly into your minds has a heavy Northern English accent — from around Lancashire, if your character has an ear for it.]

So are we all androids now? Or is it cyborgs? I can never keep all that sci-fi jargon straight. Is all this comin' through like I'm actually talkin'?

Antidisestablishmentarianism. Cocks. Bollocks. Massive, flappy fannies. Does this all get recorded somewhere? Have they got a digital vault full of people's thoughts? What if somebody broadcast a song and got it stuck in everyone else's heads?



...not that I would do that. That'd be really — really inconsiderate.

((ooc: this is a re-post of Rudy's network TDM thread. I'm happy to continue anything we had going there!))