There exists in the conversation a significant gap of time. It's a pause, a margin. Ten is abruptly made aware, horribly aware, of the fact that there, bolted to her actual struts and hull... was a plaque, made for just this occasion.
Literally, for this moment. This moment. The moment that she had spent waiting in futility, comfortably sure that it would never come; that had been, at least in part, her mission.
"Oh my god," Juice would have a fucking fit. He should be here. And Nine. Oh shit, Nine... he'd have loved this. Eighteen thousand years in the void, traveling along at seven-point-six miles a second without the slightest effort, and here she was. And Nine was missing it: it was true what they said, that life wasn't fair, "You're not human, are you. Are you an alien? Don't lie to me, this isn't a joke. Hand to god, are you an alien from outside the Earth?"
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There exists in the conversation a significant gap of time. It's a pause, a margin. Ten is abruptly made aware, horribly aware, of the fact that there, bolted to her actual struts and hull... was a plaque, made for just this occasion.
Literally, for this moment. This moment. The moment that she had spent waiting in futility, comfortably sure that it would never come; that had been, at least in part, her mission.
"Oh my god," Juice would have a fucking fit. He should be here. And Nine. Oh shit, Nine... he'd have loved this. Eighteen thousand years in the void, traveling along at seven-point-six miles a second without the slightest effort, and here she was. And Nine was missing it: it was true what they said, that life wasn't fair, "You're not human, are you. Are you an alien? Don't lie to me, this isn't a joke. Hand to god, are you an alien from outside the Earth?"