Speaker 1: Following it's a production of my aren't pointing off. This
Speaker 1: episode contains depictions of strong violence, drug use, and sexual coercion.
Speaker 1: A second oil age. There's power in making people wait,
Speaker 1: in reminding them just who's the immovable object. After all,
Speaker 1: It's a time tested strategy. I barely crawled out of
Speaker 1: bed in time to grab my buzzing communit. It was
Speaker 1: a calendar invite from half my In the end, he agreed,
Speaker 1: without further discussion, I'd have my meeting with Asia Marsh.
Speaker 1: I shot home a dose of basilisk and slid back
Speaker 1: into my sweat stained clothes. The drug tightened my senses,
Speaker 1: silencing the voices in my head, even as they brought
Speaker 1: the ghosts of Atlas into sharper detail, the echo of
Speaker 1: voices and footsteps that seemed to crawl the vents and
Speaker 1: reverberate through the metal itself. I refused to give in
Speaker 1: to their hallucinatory charms. Jack's tight lipped as ever brought
Speaker 1: me to the summit room. It was, as best I
Speaker 1: could tell, a small mess hall with all visible security
Speaker 1: features ripped out. All the tables had been folded into
Speaker 1: the walls, and a cramped stage accommodated whatever sort of
Speaker 1: community theater made life easier on the Abystle plane. And
Speaker 1: there I sat for an hour, my weapons sheathed and
Speaker 1: my god slaying tattoos, covered with cap, kerchief and zipper,
Speaker 1: you know, like a proper ambassador. I glowered at the
Speaker 1: two empty chairs. I tried to pull up one of
Speaker 1: Vaile's stories on my communits, but realized I'd never bothered
Speaker 1: to download a fresh packet. All I had were fragments.
Speaker 1: They were watching, of course, not you Dex this time,
Speaker 1: but the other power here on Atlas station. I wasn't
Speaker 1: sure how. There were no cameras, but the stage side
Speaker 1: door didn't open until I started to pace. They didn't
Speaker 1: walk in until I was good and agitated. The Naiads.
Speaker 1: There was no denying their identity. Each was a paa
Speaker 1: on of human beauty. The female, as if intentionally invoking
Speaker 1: the mythic siren, wore a skin suit that clung immodestly
Speaker 1: to every curve, unzipped to her stern um, Thick black
Speaker 1: curls danced like seaweed around the flawless symmetry of her countenance.
Speaker 1: Her male cohort wore a simple red track suit, though
Speaker 1: it did little to conceal the statuesque musculature beneath his
Speaker 1: skin was flawless, his jawline and lips like features carved
Speaker 1: from stone. The couple took their seats, each with the
Speaker 1: grace of a dancer, and without so much as a
Speaker 1: single word, as if it was almost too easy to
Speaker 1: roll my eyes at them. Mere physical charm was nothing.
Speaker 1: Then I felt them reach out to me with the
Speaker 1: waves of their psionic influence. Nereids are essentially tritons, or
Speaker 1: a genetically modified variant on the species. They're augmented in
Speaker 1: much the same way as recombined humans, only instead of
Speaker 1: adapting a human to the deep, their change adapts a
Speaker 1: triton for the surface and grants them certain nobilities, heightened reflexes,
Speaker 1: increased strength, and above all, psionic powers. Everything I'd been
Speaker 1: conditioned to counter and resist. The tattoos were supposed to
Speaker 1: help too, visually and perhaps non visually as well, depending
Speaker 1: on who you asked. Command had briefed me on the
Speaker 1: science the highly specialized wave emanation that probably started as
Speaker 1: a communication method in an aquatic species, but it's scary.
Speaker 1: A sleep prepared me for how it felt to have
Speaker 1: the pleasure circuit of my brain, teased and caressed by
Speaker 1: their delicate pulsations. Their physical presence alone did nothing for me.
Speaker 1: But as the waves intensified, I felt the remnants of
Speaker 1: my sexual desire began to stir. It was something I
Speaker 1: hadn't felt in years. The female nread reclined in her chair,
Speaker 1: rolling her shoulder blades back and coiling as if to strike.
Speaker 1: But my fingers didn't even itch for a knife. I
Speaker 1: almost wanted it to happen. The male leaned forward, thick
Speaker 1: fingers sliding over his knees, eyes breathing me in lips.
Speaker 1: I flexed one of two phantom muscles in my body,
Speaker 1: and a subdurmal dose of vasilisk exploded into my bloodstream.
Speaker 1: The n area waves died away almost immediately. The mail
Speaker 1: opened his mouth to speak. You just sit there and
Speaker 1: look pretty. I'm here to talk with your boss, and
Speaker 1: so you shall. Basia batcha gorbe via cuddlefish, Darya call
Speaker 1: cuddle cat cuddlefish as nazera gin miss lay a cave
Speaker 1: on a calm shad Zamonica said, I hope be Daniel.
Speaker 1: How does your tackle me back? Fash mless sav don't
Speaker 1: find bary b website at Hatman Emerus, Cuddle Cat, Cattlefish,
Speaker 1: fresh bit Eat, Barret Tatty last on it now seek
Speaker 1: me at off the Vote Room, Rise and shine at
Speaker 1: Las Station. Here's to another safe and productive week. Let's
Speaker 1: keep the lights on up top and that safety street
Speaker 1: going as long as possible for those events of it right.
Speaker 1: A few announces was to kick things off. First of all,
Speaker 1: we are aware of the hub connection end technicians are
Speaker 1: looking into it. Looks like I have hardware malfunction on
Speaker 1: our end, but we'll have it up and running in
Speaker 1: no time. I know, I feel you. I'm imagining to
Speaker 1: catch up on Dress Wars two. I think Daphne's got
Speaker 1: it this season, but we'll get everybody's sinking before the
Speaker 1: week's out. Grid Teams six and eight, there's a schedule shuffle,
Speaker 1: so please check in via communit before you report today.
Speaker 1: A UV is working a double on Grid nine, so
Speaker 1: please adjust travel is necessary. Arms three and four, you're
Speaker 1: both in the ship in rec news. Game night is
Speaker 1: moving to Thursday to accommodate our town, which I'm pretty
Speaker 1: stalked about. Auditions begin this Thursday day, and yes, the
Speaker 1: simple scripts are available until we're able to link back
Speaker 1: up with the service, and what is this talk on
Speaker 1: Tuesday on our Thursday. Well, it's happening. It's the least
Speaker 1: we can do to make up for the connection issues. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I'd never seen one of the encapsulated before. What stepped
Speaker 1: into the room was more machine than flesh, a mechanical
Speaker 1: quadruped coupled with a great glass egg. The legs were
Speaker 1: highly articulated, but the cramped quarters of Atlas had to
Speaker 1: prove difficult, for it was better suited for a flooded environment.
Speaker 1: Within that bubbling tank, a faint humanoid body coiled like
Speaker 1: a thing, preserved a periodic hissing suggested a highly specialized
Speaker 1: life support system. Asia Marsh was a relic of the
Speaker 1: days before the Naiads, back when the only way to
Speaker 1: facilitate communication between the languageless tritons and the humans was
Speaker 1: something more radical. The walker positioned itself before the stage.
Speaker 1: A hologram emitter in the robotic bass unfolded an image
Speaker 1: into the space between us. Shattered marble assembled into the
Speaker 1: likeness of an abstract human. Thanks for penciling me in.
Speaker 1: You can call off your GOONSPS don't to please you.
Speaker 1: More names from ancient literature devoid of human language. The
Speaker 1: tritons had always embraced the trappings of our sea myths.
Speaker 1: They were coming on a little strong. They have relented,
Speaker 1: but that will remain here for the duration of our meeting.
Speaker 1: Do you know why I'm here more than you? I
Speaker 1: think That's why I gave you a few minutes alone
Speaker 1: with them, to feel out their powers, at least what
Speaker 1: we're willing to reveal. And of course we finally have
Speaker 1: the chance to experience the much doubted epathist conditioning. That's
Speaker 1: not my business, of course, it is the Brooklyn disappearances,
Speaker 1: nearly preat for a papist to test one of its
Speaker 1: agents against marian zionics, the powers that be in you next.
Speaker 1: You know full well that Peter Brooklyn absconded with his
Speaker 1: triton lover. What No, there's You don't think it's possible.
Speaker 1: You think every human subject we request is an unwilling participant.
Speaker 1: Did he even tell you this was his second summons
Speaker 1: to the Deep? I don't care how you package it.
Speaker 1: I need to know where he is. M M. I
Speaker 1: can tell you where he is, but that will do
Speaker 1: you little good. He walks in the deep now within
Speaker 1: a suit of proteus arm and arm with one. He
Speaker 1: calls Alice. Your master's well as skew little about this
Speaker 1: when you return where is he? You are a weapon's
Speaker 1: test agent, Palm. Your master's considered you broken, and so
Speaker 1: like me, you've been intervened upon by you deck technology.
Speaker 1: Jesus Christ, just hand him over to serve a purpose.
Speaker 1: Her naryed guards stood to either side of her, now
Speaker 1: still unarmed but tensed to move. Part of my brain
Speaker 1: tight with basilisk, mapped the surest ways to cleave each
Speaker 1: creature's heart. Very well, that's it, of course, I told
Speaker 1: you this was all mere pretext. I can arrange for
Speaker 1: his delivery to the station and you can take it
Speaker 1: from I'm sorry, who are you? I turned and saw
Speaker 1: tabitha veil striding across the room toward us. Blonde hair
Speaker 1: swept behind her. She lashed out her left arm, and
Speaker 1: the flesh unfurled like sailcloth or a membranous wing, unfolding
Speaker 1: from the semblance of a human arm, and then the
Speaker 1: flesh tightened into a scimitar. I opened my mouth to
Speaker 1: say something. She pushed me aside, and in horror, I
Speaker 1: watched the blade slice Glenna's beautiful head from her shoulders.
Speaker 1: Twin geysers of blood erupted from her severed arteries, and
Speaker 1: her body fell to its knees. Opus rushed the attacker,
Speaker 1: but the veil Thing ducked his grapple with inhuman speed.
Speaker 1: It brought the claw like appendage around in a vicious
Speaker 1: arc and sent his head rolling across the floor as well.
Speaker 1: Blood fell like rain. I drew a knife in each hand,
Speaker 1: flipped the left into throwing position, but the thing that
Speaker 1: was veil awash with gore was already stabbing its weaponized
Speaker 1: arm through the side of the egg shaped tank, shattering
Speaker 1: glass and skewering the flesh within. The bodies finished tumbling
Speaker 1: to the floor. The heads rolled to a stop, eyes
Speaker 1: blinking like moth wings in lantern light. The veil Thing
Speaker 1: withdrew the vicious limb from the tank and turned to me.
Speaker 1: We have a story for you, m h. The second
Speaker 1: oil age was produced by Robert Lamb, Alex Williams, Lauren Vogelbaum,
Speaker 1: and Josh Stain. This episode featured Angel Masters as snov Pon,
Speaker 1: Lauren Vogelbaum as Tabitha vale Gina Rikiki as Asia Marsh,
Speaker 1: and Robin Bloodworth as kin Hoffman, supporting voice work by
Speaker 1: Anna Hosnia Intro Altro, and supporting music created by The
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