2nd Vision

[karmicsouldier]

[Pilot's having one of his premonitions.

He's been holed up in his pod for over a week now, just rolling it around in his head, trying to decipher it and figure out the best course of action.

Back home, he shot first, asked questions later.

Here he doesn't have a gun. Or indeed, any Fluid Karma to help him figure out what else he should do.I

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[fallintheriver]

Who is, your capybara?

[karmicsouldier]

No.

No I don't ... know them.

[fallintheriver]

Oh. Well if it does get restless, they like playing in the bath.

[Unsolicted Capybara advice 101.]

Try asking who they are.

[karmicsouldier]

Haaah.

[Pilot grins lazily. He'll have to toss Nana Mae into the tub sometime.]

They're coming to reap the harvest.

[confusedmessiah]

Bad dreams?

[karmicsouldier]

Waking dreams.

A warning.

[confusedmessiah]

[Oh. That sounds familiar.]

What of?

[karmicsouldier]

Something.

[Pilot sounds frustrated. He's been trying to figure this out for days.]

A lot of something.

[vorpalknifenut]

How curious. Who, or perhaps what are they?

Certainly not more bears with terrible table manners I hope.

[karmicsouldier]

They're monsters.

[vorpalknifenut]

What sort? The kind with sharp teeth and too many eyes or the kind that look and act like respectable human beings right up until they don't?

[karmicsouldier]

There ain't much of a difference, sometimes.

[abstinentzombie]

Who?

[karmicsouldier]

Exactly.

[abstinentzombie]

Talk like that could get you shot.

[karmicsouldier]

I been shot at daily the last five years of my life, ma'am.

It ain't so special now.