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CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board ALSKDFASKJDHFLAKJSDHFLAKJSHDF.
CCG: I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN, BUT I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE MY OWN RAGING STUPIDITY.
CCG: I’VE BEEN FORCED TO TALK TO MYSELF FOR SO LONG THAT YOU’D THINK I’D KNOW MY OWN CAPACITY FOR PAN-MELTING INEPTITUDE BY NOW, BUT NO.
CCG: YOU WOULD BE WRONG.
CCG: I HAVE UNCOVERED FURTHER UNPLUMBED DEPTHS OF PURE BUGFUCK IDIOCY.
CCG: SO FUCK YOU, FUTURE SELF, FOR NOT TELLING ME THE TRULY HUMILIATING CIRCUMSTANCES THAT LED TO/ARE GOING TO LEAD TO MY OWN DEATH.
CCG: ALTHOUGH I GUESS I UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
PAST carcinoGeneticist [PCG] 1000 HOURS AGO responded to memo.
PCG: OKAY, I GIVE IN.
PCG: WHAT HAPPENED?
CCG: I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
PCG: I SAW THAT COMING.
PCG: ARE YOU REALLY DYING?
CCG: TO BE HONEST, I DON’T KNOW.
CCG: I WAS HOPING FUTURE ME WOULD SHOW UP TO TELL ME HOW THINGS TURN OUT.
CCG: IF I WERE FUTURE ME, WHICH I PLAN TO BE, THEN I WOULD COME BACK AND LET ME KNOW.
CCG: SO IF HE NEVER SHOWS UP, THAT MIGHT MEAN THAT I DON’T ACTUALLY MAKE IT.
PCG: YOU SHOULD KNOW IF HE SHOWS UP, BECAUSE YOU ALREADY HAD THIS CONVERSATION BACK WHEN YOU WERE ME.
CCG: YEAH.
PCG: HOW BAD ARE YOU HURT?
CCG: PRETTY BAD.
CCG: THERE’S KIND OF A LOT OF BLOOD.
CCG: AND I THINK MY LEG IS BROKEN.
CCG: I DON’T THINK I CAN DRAG MYSELF ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE ALCHEMITER TO MAKE SOME BANDAGES.
CCG: I’LL BLEED OUT BEFORE I GET THERE.
PCG: WELL I’M GLAD TO KNOW WHAT I’LL BE DOING 1000 HOURS FROM NOW.
PCG: I SHOULD MAKE SOME BANDAGES AND TAKE THEM WITH ME.
PCG: WHO CARES ABOUT DOOMED TIMELINES? I’M ALREADY IN ONE.
CCG: I HAD THAT SAME THOUGHT.
CCG: LET’S JUST SAY THAT IT DIDN’T WORK OUT AS PLANNED.
PCG: SO.
CCG: SO.
PCG: WHAT IF YOU TOLD ME WHERE YOU ARE? I COULD GO THERE NOW AND LEAVE YOU SOMETHING.
CCG: WOW.
CCG: I HAD HONESTLY FORGOTTEN THIS PART.
CCG: OKAY, LET’S DO THIS.
CCG: I’M AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS RIGHT OUTSIDE THE SECOND MAINTENANCE BLOCK.
PCG: YOU FELL DOWN THE STAIRS.
CCG: JUST SHUT UP.
PCG: TELL ME YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY FALL DOWN THE STAIRS.
CCG: FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS WAS ACTUALLY THE LEAST STUPID PART OF THIS ENTIRE EPIC FUCKUP.
PCG: OKAY.
PCG: WHAT DO YOU NEED?
CCG: BANDAGES. WATER. FOOD. SOMETHING TO USE AS A SPLINT.
CCG: PAINKILLERS. LOTS OF PAINKILLERS.
CCG: I MIGHT BE HERE A WHILE.
PCG: BRB.
CCG: NO RUSH.
CCG: I REMEMBER WHERE I LEFT ALL THAT CRAP SO I’LL SEE IF I CAN DRAG MYSELF OVER TO IT RIGHT NOW.
PCG is idle!
CCG is idle!
PCG: OKAY, I’M BACK.
PCG: BUT YOU’RE NOT.
PCG: FUCK.
PCG: I’M REALLY NOT SURE WHAT TO THINK ABOUT THIS.
PCG: I MEAN, 1000 HOURS IS A LONG TIME TO SPEND BY YOURSELF.
PCG: FROM MY POINT OF VIEW, TEREZI DIED TWO WEEKS AGO, AND SHE WAS THE LAST OF EVERYONE TO GO.
PCG: TWO WEEKS LIVING ALONE ON THIS METEOR HAS BEEN TORTURE.
PCG: THE THOUGHT THAT I HAVE TO GO THROUGH ANOTHER PERIGEE IS JUST
PCG: I DON’T KNOW.
PCG: HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW WHETHER I’M HOPING YOU’LL SURVIVE THIS, OR THAT YOU WON’T.
CCG: I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.
CCG: I THINK THE ONLY REASON I’M STILL GOING IS BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STOP.
CCG: THANKS FOR THE SUPPLIES, ANYWAY.
CCG: AT LEAST IF I’M GOING TO BLEED OUT, I’LL DO IT IN A PLEASANTLY DRUGGED HAZE.
PCG: HOW BAD IS IT? THE SOLITUDE, I MEAN.
CCG: YOU KNOW WHAT I MISS THE MOST?
CCG: THE SOUND OF OTHER PEOPLE.
CCG: I WOULDN’T EVEN NEED TO SEE THEM. IF I COULD JUST HEAR THE DISTANT SOUND OF OTHER PEOPLE LIVING ON THE METEOR, IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.
PCG: SHIT.
PCG: I JUST
PCG: LET’S CHANGE THE SUBJECT.
CCG: OKAY.
PCG: I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT TO KNOW WHETHER YOU SURVIVE OR NOT.
PCG: BOTH OPTIONS SOUND SO SUFFOCATING.
CCG: THEN CLOSE THE MEMO.
CCG: DON’T READ THE END.
CCG: I WON’T SPOIL IT FOR YOU.
PCG: BUT WHAT IF YOU DIE ALONE?
CCG: I DON’T THINK THERE’S ANY OTHER WAY TO DIE.
PCG: I’M SORRY.
CCG: DON’T BE.
CCG: IT HAS TO END SOME TIME.
PCG: I KNOW THIS IS REALLY STUPID, BUT I WISH I COULD BE THERE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW.
CCG: HEH.
CCG: YOU ARE.
PCG: YEAH BUT
PCG: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
CCG: IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO GO NOW.
CCG: CLOSE THIS MEMO AND DON’T LOOK BACK.
PCG: I
PCG: FINE.
PCG: BYE.
CCG: SEE YOU.
CCG banned PCG from responding to memo.
CCG: SO YEAH.
CCG: FUTURE ME.
CCG: IF YOU DO SURVIVE THIS, DO ME A FAVOR.
CCG: DON’T TELL ME.
CCG: I DON’T THINK I WANT TO KNOW.
CCG ceased responding to memo.