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last voyages // 8. video. no filter except for t-x.

[ Another video post for the wee hours, a lamp lit and little else, but awake enough to be competent enough to make the video itself without particular impulse. He's just woken. ]

I'm aware this is dreadfully inculpating, but has anyone else of my ilk found that their files on their Wardens has disappeared?

[ filtered to john connor ]

You didn't steal away into my cabin and take it, did you?

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Isn't your warden Sarah? Like what do you even need her file for?

Well, I didn't ask for it, it just sort've appeared a while back.

Yeah, but I meant... [Oh, right. Whatever weird space universe he was from probably didn't have Terminator.]

I mean, uh. Do you need to know something?

[ REALLY A LOT OF PROBLEMS COULD HAVE BEEN MITIGATED IF THEY DID LET ME TELL YOU ]

No, I suppose not. I read it. But I want to make sure that it's gone in the manner it came and not someone thieving it.

...Yeah, fair enough.

She's probably gonna kick your ass if you lost it, yo.

I didn't lose the bloody thing. Someone's taken it or the Admiral's made it vanish.

Pretty sure letting someone take it counts as "losing" it.

Not legally.

And she's definitely gonna care about that.

[ :| ]

How do we delete these things?

[ Said the computer scientist. Soft key mashing goes here. ]

Edited 2011-11-08 07:41 (UTC)

No clue, man. I think you can still switch the filter, though.

Ah. Good to know.

[ Switches it! ...switches it back after he remembers logic. ]

Not that it sodding matters, actually, her son already knows. Oh, well, if it's happened to others I'll find out, then she can't say anything.

Her son?

John Connor's here?

She told you about him?

Yeah, he is.

Uh, yeah.

How old is he? [He's picturing little Eddie Furlong running around, here. WTF.]

Oh, he'd be well into his 30s, perhaps a little older. Hard to tell, you know, he's a little.

Haggard.

Huh. [Jesse died in 2008, yo, he's got no clue.]

Well, uh, good luck with that.

You lost my mother's file.

I--

[ Blinkblink at screen, but ultimately resigns himself to response. ]

In a manner of speaking. But I kept it in the same place and now it's not there. I didn't leave it in the men's or something.

[ Very. Calmly. ]

My mother, who has been institutionalized, and who carries a fuckload of very important information with her concerning the nuclear holocaust triggered by a machine on this ship, has a file detailing her entire life, that I left with you, under the assumption you were going to hoard it like a paranoid jackass.

And you have lost this file.

I'm aware. I'm aware of all of that, actually, you know, and-- you raise a very valid point which is why I was making sure that that's not what happened.

Because it didn't.

And I take it that's a 'no, Dr. Baltar'.

[ He's just. Going to look at Gaius. For a good long moment.

And then kill the connection. ]

...hello?

[ ... ]

Frakking--

[ NOW HE ISN'T GOING TO SLEEP AT ALL, never mind that John is dead in the medical ward. ]

So the not-admiral left these files with us apparently. When he was taken out, they all disappeared, and I didn't notice until tonight what with all the paranoid hoarding and such.

Just so you are aware.

Don't have mine any more, so I wouldn't know. How many people got them, anyway?

I know of one other, but she burned it a while ago. I just knew-- well, I guessed that I wasn't special with getting them without asking.

My guess it was probably something that other asshole did and the Admiral fixed it.

Oh.

Well, if he was trying to generate chaos from it, then he failed. I think it's a fair measure to make.

If my inmate had gotten mine it would have. It appears he misjudged who he gave them too.

Apparently so. I just hoarded mine, mainly - what hurts my Warden more or less hurts me.

Well done for fucking realizing that. I didn't for a long time.

Gaius.

[There is a long pause.]

There is a machine, in case you haven't forgotten, who would really get her metal rocks off if she got her shiny hands on that file. You better fucking be sure it's disappeared by the Admiral.

And the next time you make a post like that, mind your goddamn filters or I'll tie your balls around your neck.

[Not that she would, but, she sounds like she just might give that a go. Irritated Sarah is irritated--mostly because of the potentiality for someone to slip up and say something in front of the T-X. Which means, he might get a visit from the metal menace. Sarah was thinking of cleaning up Baltar's entrails as she lit up a cigarette and winced.]

I assume you enjoy having your balls where they belong.

That's quite enough about my balls, ta very much.

Look, I had it locked up, and my first assumption was that it went away in the same manner it appeared, but I had to check, and I couldn't think of anyone else in the same boat. The T-X can't see my posts, so really, you and John are making fuss over nothing.

People talk, Gaius. People the T-X can kill without a fucking shred of thought because they're inmates.

And say that metal bitch decides to wear their face into your cabin. For a look at your room just in fucking case that file is around. Your balls, Gaius, would be the least of your problems, then.

Your life isn't nothing. And neither is your death, which just might happen if that machine got a hold of you and wanted to interrogate you. Repeatedly. To multiple deaths. Fucking use your head, jackhole.

[God, if she'd been in his cabin, she would have slapped him upside the head.]

Edited 2011-11-09 01:35 (UTC)

[ The irritating thing is that she is absolutely right, but taking responsibility is.

Not Gaius' strong suit.

So he acts like an Inmate for the first time in a little while, a sullen and bleak look off in some other direction before deciding frak it and killing the transmission without response. ]

[Sarah scowls at the cut feed and debates staking his place out for the next month. Or two. Maybe he couldn't hear her, but that didn't stop her from grumbling around her cigarette.]

You're welcome, fucker.

[ And so begins sulking and avoidance until she either slaps at him or he gets bored/needs something/gets sick of the public showers again and doesn't want to ask someone else.

Don't you wish you just had a psychopathic murderer like John does? ]

[...sometimes. No. Maybe. Mostly not. Sarah might be sulking, too, but it's hard to tell if a sulk is a scowl or not. Gaius, she's watching you.]

The file I had on my Warden is gone.

I really should have read it.

I won't lie, I read mine right away, and then again a few times. Seemed like the only measure of fairplay we get around here and it was from this month's villain.

Thanks for the response.

He didn't read my file, save for a few choice parts, so I didn't read his.

Except for a few choice parts.

I should have read the whole bloody thing. Oh, well. You're welcome.

Bit of a strange tactic. How're you meant to do this stupid-- Warden-Inmate thing if you're complete strangers to one another?

We knew each other off-Barge.

Even better, we despised each other off-Barge.

Oh, fabulously constructive. How's that working out?

Oh, it's brilliant. Time of my life. [All the deadpan.]

At least you'll know what makes each other tick.

I hadn't thought of it that way.

No?

Maybe you should. Might make things seem sunnier if all else fails.

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