shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

YOUR FACE IS ABOUT 75% PROPAGANDA!

 

Bullshit.
It's at least 75.5%. Get your math right, what kind of educational facility are you.

 

I'm weaponizable. -voice of utter dismay-

 

A MORE LEGIT EDUCATIONAL FACILITY THAN YOU!

 

Weppon-ice-able? What does weppon-ice-able mean?

 

Oh, sweetspark. There is very little in the multiverse that isn't weaponizable, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to learn a little control, so your power doesn't hurt anyone you don't want it to.

Weaponizable-- [she stresses the harsher consonant--] means 'able to be used to hurt someone'.

 

Oh. That's... bad. Using people to hurt other people.

 

Mm. People do many cruel things.

 

Yeah. They do.

 

So it seems. Good thing about this space here is that no one can make you.
(She very barely catches herself from going "welcome to the club" - that would come better from an actual psionic - and offers the blanket.)
Can I get you something drinklike?

It sucks, I give you that. Only thing you can do is be good in adversity.

 

... I guess, but... I have to do what people wish for and well... there just isn't much I can do about anything, myself, that I wanna do. So, how do I be good?

 

*starts to sign up and then stops*

What is Alternian schoolfeeding?

 

Survive, little one. Survival is a good first step. Morality is relative, and something you'll have to figure out for yourself; 'good' and 'bad' have as many meanings as there are people and stars and grains of sand.

Alternian education, I assume.

 

[a little readout for 'Operator 13, designated "Failsafe"' pops up in Onyx's vision and on one of their ever-present screens. Among the various data (including several biological checks stubbornly insisting they're FINE) is a bright red WARNING: "Unit has been removed without authorization from Lone Star facilities. Possession of classified Coalition State belongings is treason. {Data corrupted: tracking signal buggered}"]

[there's also a line on the bottom that reads "Input coffee"]

 

What the big mech lady said. Kind, I think. Talk to those who would listen.

Aye, the legislated education on the beautiful hellplanet I was hatched on. (Oneira grins)
Depending on your caste, you get access to different stuff, but it all is saturated in "Alternia is grand and everyone else is lesser and unworthy of existing and obey the people farther up in the haemospectrum, for they were hatched to be greater than you."

 

(Oneira grins)
Can do. Black?
(She conjures up a mug of coffee. Black, for now, you can always add stuff.)

 

Oh. Okay. I guess that works.

 

...ah. My apologies. Escape or-- wait, that's rude, isn't it? [Her ears and wings flick back, a touch embarrassed.]

I can back off, if you like.

 

Boyd [burly German shepherd furry dog boy] : -kicks down a 'wall' in unreality as his entrance- Thought I smelled the kid all upset.

Still Boyd: They like whipped cream less than 500 years old and cinnamon. -crouches in front of Static, checking the screens-

 

That, too, I can do.
(Oneira conjures whipped cream. Fresh, too. And a healthy amount of cinnamon.)