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[general_chang]

[Chang is back in the comfortably (for him anyway) warm and musty and dark cell/cabin and he's back in his uniform. His expression is grave.] To be or not to be.

They were neither and both.

Some of them fell as no doubt their scientists were careless and mutilators. Vile and disgusting, cruel to be kind, researchers and doctors.

Others died in battle, glorious battle, I do not weep for them, they left nothing but shells behind. Waste. We cannot expect honour from microbes.

That planet must be quarantined.

Is this Admiral so capricious as to not leave a warning buoy behind?

Comments

[wandthief.livejournal.com]

The Admiral has her special reasons for all that she does.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

Ah! It is the fool who holds himself wise!

[wandthief.livejournal.com]

Wisdom is not something I have ever claimed to have.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

I would condemn that as an improbable fiction, old man.

[wandthief.livejournal.com]

Why?

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

You have that within which passes show, these but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Fools always believe themselves wise.

[wandthief.livejournal.com]

I used to believe I knew better than others but I still wouldn't have called myself wise, as such. I know I have been foolish at times.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

Your dreary ramblings are sending me to sleep.

[wandthief.livejournal.com]

At least I'm good for something.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

[Chang just gives him a 'you're not amusing' look and knocks off the feed.]