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After meeting someone who could explain Milliways to her, Jennifer settled down considerably. She spent the 14th in her new room (and didn't it blow her mind to find out who was paying for it?), just letting it all sink in.
Utopia... compromised. Team Tomorrow... quite possibly, the tool of oppression so many paranoids all over the Americas call it. The Directive and the Teragen... still paranoid and megalomaniacal, respectively, but at least she could understand, now, why they objected to Project Utopia.
Her employers. Her murderers.
Now she's down in the bar, watching something Bar provided that looks like a portable TV. On the screen, a man with hair a few shades redder than hers is speaking at a podium, next to a be-wreathed coffin. A caption at the bottom of the screen says that this is the N! and CNN Televised Live Broadcast from Slider's Funeral and Wake.
Jennifer's eyes go wide. "Oh, no. André, you fool..."
Utopia... compromised. Team Tomorrow... quite possibly, the tool of oppression so many paranoids all over the Americas call it. The Directive and the Teragen... still paranoid and megalomaniacal, respectively, but at least she could understand, now, why they objected to Project Utopia.
Her employers. Her murderers.
Now she's down in the bar, watching something Bar provided that looks like a portable TV. On the screen, a man with hair a few shades redder than hers is speaking at a podium, next to a be-wreathed coffin. A caption at the bottom of the screen says that this is the N! and CNN Televised Live Broadcast from Slider's Funeral and Wake.
( Why, then, are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy? )
He breaks off and looks up, startled by something neither the camera nor baseline senses can detect. Then he's running off to his right.
Jennifer's eyes go wide. "Oh, no. André, you fool..."
