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Here is a demon. The demon is in his swimming pool.
He doesn't swim naked, so he takes the summon anyway.
demon cam vs the clam planet
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"I'm not setting out to end the world," Cam says. "If there's something more specific you'd like me to do we can discuss that."
"Where's that Earth refugee who was studying filth? Someone find the filth student!"
"I think they went to the bathroom..."
"There's a joke in there somewhere."
"Now is not the time, Pyeki."
"I think they went to the bathroom..."
"There's a joke in there somewhere."
"Now is not the time, Pyeki."
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"I would love to talk to the Earth refugee who may know more than zero things about the subject," says Cam.
"Well, you'll have to wait twenty minutes," says Pyeki.
"That was a joke. That person was joking," someone else clarifies.
"That was a joke. That person was joking," someone else clarifies.
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"Well, I'll wait whatever amount of time it actually takes your species to go to the bathroom."
"Fine. Someone please tell me how many planets are still responding," says an administrative type. Someone else starts reading off a list of planets and how recently they have been heard from via FTL communication. It's not looking good overall.
The filth student emerges from the bathroom. "Hey, whatever your name is! We need your expertise!" says Pyeki.
"What?"
"The destroyer of worlds wants to talk to you!"
"What?"
The filth student emerges from the bathroom. "Hey, whatever your name is! We need your expertise!" says Pyeki.
"What?"
"The destroyer of worlds wants to talk to you!"
"What?"
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"Hello!" says Cam. "I really am not destroying these worlds! They destroy themselves and it's actually pissing me off very badly!"
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"No. I'm from somewhere else. But I came through the maze to get here and I'm working with the maze people."
"I'm - I'm not prepared for this!" says the filth student, agitated. "We don't know how much contact is required for the contagion to spread! I don't want to talk to you and then spend the rest of my life in quarantine!"
"If that's all it takes..." says the administrative type, glancing uneasily at the comm.
"We don't know!"
"Perhaps we should refuse to speak to the filth until we can find a volunteer."
"If that's all it takes..." says the administrative type, glancing uneasily at the comm.
"We don't know!"
"Perhaps we should refuse to speak to the filth until we can find a volunteer."
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"That's all right too but I must insist that you refrain from murdering anyone for having interacted with me even if they do sprout wings."
"I'm sure it won't come to that. We request no further contact for a period of eight local days while we prepare to interact with you through properly quarantined volunteers," says the administrative type.
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"I can go investigate how the other planets are doing first but it probably won't take me eight local days and I'm not an especially patient sort."
"Is it threatening us?" the administrative type asks the student.
"I have no idea! My primary focus was architecture!"
"I have no idea! My primary focus was architecture!"
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"I'm not going to attack you, but I very badly want to get this entire mess over with and that means having a conversation."
"Filth creature, by communicating with us against our wishes you are risking contaminating us with a contagion that causes extreme distress often to the point of suicide," says the administrative type. "If it broke loose on this planet, it could destroy what little stability we have been able to maintain. We ask that you stop and give us eight days to construct proper quarantine protocols."
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"I don't think that would really take eight days. You could just find a volunteer and launch them into space for me to rendezvous with. I wonder if you're thinking of doing something else."
"Eight days is a generous margin but it's not at all an unreasonable estimate for how long it would take to replicate the quarantine system from Earth," says the filth student. "And the quarantine system from Earth is the only method we know must be effective."
"Not to mention we are still being routinely attacked by rioters and degenerates," says the administrative type. "Filth creature, if you truly wish to avoid destroying any more planets, go away and come back in eight days."
"Not to mention we are still being routinely attacked by rioters and degenerates," says the administrative type. "Filth creature, if you truly wish to avoid destroying any more planets, go away and come back in eight days."
The local day is twenty-two point three hours by Cam's reckoning.
The next planet has been thoroughly overrun by rioting. The amount of communication he can intercept is not enough to give him a clear picture of anything other than lots of people engaged in lots of violence.
The next planet has been thoroughly overrun by rioting. The amount of communication he can intercept is not enough to give him a clear picture of anything other than lots of people engaged in lots of violence.
On the next planet, nobody figured out the black hole trick but someone got their hands on enough powerful explosive weapons to blast every population center down to bedrock, their own included. No survivors are evident.
Destroyed, destroyed, fallen to rioting and chaos, destroyed, destroyed, figured out the black hole device and waited until he actually showed up before they set it off...
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And now Cam has to pedestal out of another black hole, great.
This would be an unqualified disaster if the only players involved were him and this species of alien. But they were mid-third-genocide when he got here. There probably are not exactly four sapient species in this universe. They have to cope or - not cope. If they're not coping now at least they didn't generate another dozen planets' worth of - of art and history and small children to blow up first.
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This would be an unqualified disaster if the only players involved were him and this species of alien. But they were mid-third-genocide when he got here. There probably are not exactly four sapient species in this universe. They have to cope or - not cope. If they're not coping now at least they didn't generate another dozen planets' worth of - of art and history and small children to blow up first.
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