Conquest und Woe. OR . Glory to socialist science!!!
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A continent-sized crystal calculator was observing its host dreaming. The contact from something very similar to it was a shock. It had thought it was alone. All alone, except for the host, anyway. It had taken several different attempts before they both realised they could not talk to each other. [Discourse] destabilised the gateway; too much information passed back and forth too quickly.
Since, [Discourse] wasn't possible, it couldn't tell the other one about its host, which was sad.
But the other one had a host, too! The hosts could talk!
It had the best host, though, for sure. It was just a shame it couldn't tell everyone how good the host was.
They'd find out, though, just by observing, and they'd be jealous of its host.
Everyone would find out how good the host was.
"Are those, letters on the water?"
"Don't be daft, man. Letters!"
"Look, I'm telling you, the sea, it's full of letters! They're everywhere."
"We're here to fish, fool, not- Wait. You're right. There are letters in the water. What on Earth,"
"Let's see. I think it says 'Tayl or Hebert is best. Best Host. Best best. Best Doctor!!!!!!! TaylorTaylorTaylorTaylor' Who on Earth is Taylor Herbert?"
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elsewhere in a Biotechnica laboratory:
"Give me answers, people. Someone, will suffer for this outrage!"
"This Cyanobacteria is amazing, Sir. The stuff it can do!"
"I don't pay you to gush over the competition. Stop your lallygagging and get to work."
"Sir, this DNA sequence here is a phonetic code. It reads... 'That Time I Got Transported To My Otome Game, The Rage Of A Villainess Turned White Mage! is Great! Read it. Read it now, but skip the first 512 chapters. They're garbage.'"
"What?"
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"Wow, mom. This algacereal smells like Dr Tay--err Hasumi's shampoo. Straighto!"