Message 09: Picking Up the Pieces

[unrecovered]

[It's a few days after FILSS' opening the training room, and Wash is still tired. He's in full armor and helmet to hide that fact. He holds up an AI chip in front of the camera. It's hollow in the middle and isn't lighting up.]

Melody had this. I'm pretty sure she found it on the Mother of Invention. Those of you who know what this is, there isn't anything in it. It's not active. That...doesn't stop it from talking.

The ID card from the post office and the blank photo from the mansion. Who has them?

[In the background, Melody protests, albeit not nearly as loud as she had when he'd mentioned getting another cat. Hey! She was holding onto that for Lela! Give it back!]

Comments

[unrecovered]

That's kind of why I asked where the other two were.

How exactly do you plan on recording a sound you can only hear inside your head?

[defrostedpride]

Well, I don't know what you were thinking!

Inside your head? Magical, then. A pity; magical communication in all forms is notoriously hard to manipulate. Or extract straightforward answers from. [Not that he's ever tried. Certainly not. Only an extremely desperate scientist would even think of resorting to asking an oracle for advice.]

[unrecovered]

Was it really that hard to figure out? [It's a fairly obvious line of questioning, come on.]

[...you're speaking from experience, aren't you.] I don't think we'll be getting any answers from it when we can't even understand what it's saying.

[defrostedpride]

Far be it from me to assume you had a rational line of thought.

There must be a way to hear it; they wouldn't be here if someone didn't mean us to hear them. The worlds themselves, if we're fortunate.

[unrecovered]

Right. It's like thinking you have common sense, isn't it.

You can hear it, when you're touching one of them. They're silent otherwise. How the hell do you plan on broadcasting that?