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Monsone 1 year 323 days agoCape of Good Hope Aerlanica wrote:-snip- Roxium wrote:-snip- A Beach, New Franco "Are you absolutely, positively certain that you don't want us to copy your mind and then place a copy of it in a new body while linking both of your minds with a permanent link? It would more or less have the same effect as shrinking you do, and it would allow you to pilot yourself. Theoretically speaking that is." Asked Ta'lhqejk as Erich returned to his countryball form. "Look, I could remove your armor. Frankly, I can perform any of the options we've proposed. However, in my personal opinion, I believe that you would most prefer the mind copy and transfer option. It is also the safest option in that it gives us redundancy in case one of your bodies is destroyed. But, ultimately it is your choice." Explained Erich while adjusting the wire-rim glasses he wore in countryball form. Seversvik, Monsone By now it was around 13:30 in Seversvik, with the sun high in the clear blue sky. Most lunch breaks had ended half an hour ago, however, there was no being who could dictate when people like the president and prime minister can take their lunch breaks. Thus, both Geiger and Mezer sat in a moderately busy bistro while mulling over a menu and sipping drinks from glasses coated in condensation. Oppressive humidity had made its way to Seversvik along with the warmth of summer, causing mildly unpleasant weather and frequent afternoon thunderstorms. Amid wood panels, paintings, and classical music, the setting for lunch certainly had a degree of formality to it. Windows had been opened and fans roughly a century old had been turned on to help cool the restaurant with their oddly silent spinning. Despite this, the air still felt stifling and enticed every patron to partake in the consumption of a cold beverage. Dishes like salads, cold soups, and cold sandwiches proved most popular at these times. Trees and indoor plants gave some respite from the hear in that they provided a moderate cooling effect in spite of the humidity. "We ought to not change our position on COURIER even after this situation is solved. Trust after all is earned over time." Mezer stated without removing his eyes from the menu, eliciting a few nods from Geiger. "Agreed. Given their uncertain track record, their lack of accountability, and general unreliability as allies, we ought to be more cautious and dare I saw, weary, in our dealings with COURIER." He replied without removing his eyes from the menu. "Correct. Which of course will require parliamentary action, however, I can deal with that at the next session. After all, it is a necessity to be cautious in both who we provoke and trust." Responded Mezer as he put down the menu. "I wholeheartedly agree." Said Geiger as he put down his menu and reached for a glass of iced tea. "We ought to exercise both greater caution and greater boldness, an oxymoron onto itself." "Indeed so," Mezer remarked as Geiger took a sip of the iced tea. "M. President, a call for you." The maître d' told Geiger. "Ah. Please excuse me." Geiger told Mezer while getting up from the table. The maître d' and Geiger walked over the to telephone, the former who passed the receiver to the latter. "Geiger speaking." Said the president as he spoke into the phone.

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Monsone 1 year 323 days agoCape of Good Hope

Aerlanica wrote:

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Roxium wrote:

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A Beach, New Franco

"Are you absolutely, positively certain that you don't want us to copy your mind and then place a copy of it in a new body while linking both of your minds with a permanent link? It would more or less have the same effect as shrinking you do, and it would allow you to pilot yourself. Theoretically speaking that is." Asked Ta'lhqejk as Erich returned to his countryball form.

"Look, I could remove your armor. Frankly, I can perform any of the options we've proposed. However, in my personal opinion, I believe that you would most prefer the mind copy and transfer option. It is also the safest option in that it gives us redundancy in case one of your bodies is destroyed. But, ultimately it is your choice." Explained Erich while adjusting the wire-rim glasses he wore in countryball form.

Seversvik, Monsone

By now it was around 13:30 in Seversvik, with the sun high in the clear blue sky. Most lunch breaks had ended half an hour ago, however, there was no being who could dictate when people like the president and prime minister can take their lunch breaks. Thus, both Geiger and Mezer sat in a moderately busy bistro while mulling over a menu and sipping drinks from glasses coated in condensation. Oppressive humidity had made its way to Seversvik along with the warmth of summer, causing mildly unpleasant weather and frequent afternoon thunderstorms.

Amid wood panels, paintings, and classical music, the setting for lunch certainly had a degree of formality to it. Windows had been opened and fans roughly a century old had been turned on to help cool the restaurant with their oddly silent spinning. Despite this, the air still felt stifling and enticed every patron to partake in the consumption of a cold beverage. Dishes like salads, cold soups, and cold sandwiches proved most popular at these times. Trees and indoor plants gave some respite from the hear in that they provided a moderate cooling effect in spite of the humidity.

"We ought to not change our position on COURIER even after this situation is solved. Trust after all is earned over time." Mezer stated without removing his eyes from the menu, eliciting a few nods from Geiger.

"Agreed. Given their uncertain track record, their lack of accountability, and general unreliability as allies, we ought to be more cautious and dare I saw, weary, in our dealings with COURIER." He replied without removing his eyes from the menu.

"Correct. Which of course will require parliamentary action, however, I can deal with that at the next session. After all, it is a necessity to be cautious in both who we provoke and trust." Responded Mezer as he put down the menu.

"I wholeheartedly agree." Said Geiger as he put down his menu and reached for a glass of iced tea. "We ought to exercise both greater caution and greater boldness, an oxymoron onto itself."

"Indeed so," Mezer remarked as Geiger took a sip of the iced tea.

"M. President, a call for you." The maître d' told Geiger.

"Ah. Please excuse me." Geiger told Mezer while getting up from the table.

The maître d' and Geiger walked over the to telephone, the former who passed the receiver to the latter.

"Geiger speaking." Said the president as he spoke into the phone.

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