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Hello, everyone.
[ The Operator’s youthful voice is cordial and cautious. Though they aren’t exactly shy, neither are they accustomed to mass communication. Sure, they come from a world replete with advanced technology and they’re familiar with the concept of network communications, but that’s usually handled for them by non-Tenno agents. The Tenno themselves have a reputation to maintain, one that’s about as far removed from diplomacy and idle chatter as one can imagine—the vast majority of people in their system don’t even know they can talk.
But, well, the Tenno certainly don’t have such a reputation here—and there is something the Operator very much wants to know. ]
I understand that this is the time when new Sleepers arrive in Trench. I’ve seen them washing up on the Farther Shores for the past few days.
I’d like to know: how many usually arrive at one time? And how likely is it that those new arrivals have some connection to the people already here?
[ Their tone up to this point has been quite serious and measured, their wording precise. They’re all too aware that this isn’t their usual role and they're doing their very best not to come across as incompetent or rude—or worse, childish. Yet, their even tone falters as they continue. ]
I was also wondering if—if anyone saw a certain person among the new arrivals. She might have looked like a woman with a purple headdress. Or she may have looked like a Sent—
[ They cut themselves off. No one here will know what a “Sentient” is and even if they did, they’d still be better off not hearing it in this context. But how else can they describe what the Lotus looks like? What she is? Words come to mind and they all make the Operator’s stomach churn. Insect. Amalgam. Monster.
For an instant, they bury their hot face in their hands, wanting nothing more than to disintegrate into the Void rather than to hear another word from themself. Then, they sigh, short and angry, and switch to the video setting on their Omni, propping it up to face them. Their surroundings show stone walls, flickering with firelight.
The video broadcast lasts mere seconds. The Operator, glaring at the Omni with luminous golden eyes, folds their hands in front of their chest as if in prayer. ]
Like this.
[ Then they reach once more for the Omni, and their broadcast ends. ]
[ The Operator’s youthful voice is cordial and cautious. Though they aren’t exactly shy, neither are they accustomed to mass communication. Sure, they come from a world replete with advanced technology and they’re familiar with the concept of network communications, but that’s usually handled for them by non-Tenno agents. The Tenno themselves have a reputation to maintain, one that’s about as far removed from diplomacy and idle chatter as one can imagine—the vast majority of people in their system don’t even know they can talk.
But, well, the Tenno certainly don’t have such a reputation here—and there is something the Operator very much wants to know. ]
I understand that this is the time when new Sleepers arrive in Trench. I’ve seen them washing up on the Farther Shores for the past few days.
I’d like to know: how many usually arrive at one time? And how likely is it that those new arrivals have some connection to the people already here?
[ Their tone up to this point has been quite serious and measured, their wording precise. They’re all too aware that this isn’t their usual role and they're doing their very best not to come across as incompetent or rude—or worse, childish. Yet, their even tone falters as they continue. ]
I was also wondering if—if anyone saw a certain person among the new arrivals. She might have looked like a woman with a purple headdress. Or she may have looked like a Sent—
[ They cut themselves off. No one here will know what a “Sentient” is and even if they did, they’d still be better off not hearing it in this context. But how else can they describe what the Lotus looks like? What she is? Words come to mind and they all make the Operator’s stomach churn. Insect. Amalgam. Monster.
For an instant, they bury their hot face in their hands, wanting nothing more than to disintegrate into the Void rather than to hear another word from themself. Then, they sigh, short and angry, and switch to the video setting on their Omni, propping it up to face them. Their surroundings show stone walls, flickering with firelight.
The video broadcast lasts mere seconds. The Operator, glaring at the Omni with luminous golden eyes, folds their hands in front of their chest as if in prayer. ]
Like this.
[ Then they reach once more for the Omni, and their broadcast ends. ]