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The mission files on the station are corrupted. A sample of 4 for certain, including the crew's most recent mission, enough to extrapolate that the rest could be the same. All files and functions aboard this station are part of Olivia's wider access. While the files exist in the Ximilia's programming, so does the corruption exist within 0-L1V-14. There's no separating them from her without deleting them.

I've asked her to isolate them all and deny direct access requests

DO NOT ATTEMPT to access the mission files directly. The consequences are steep, immediate, and it's impossible to know for certain how far-reaching.



We have the option to delete the files, but the fact that they're corrupted speaks to their significance.

We need to be careful what we do here. Time and reality are fickle friends on the best of days. Aboard the Ximilia we have no universal law to fall back on.

If anyone has any further insight, good time to share with the class.



[ It's somewhat disjointed, peppered with wizardly wisdom, thoughts ordered until they're interrupted by themselves and then fall back into line again - but he's said everything he needs to say, and he can manage the rest in shorter bursts if people get back to him. It'll do. ]


( ooc. Stephen had a chat with Olivia and ended up having a not good very bad time. Feel free to infoshare, theorise and threadjack etc to your heart's content! )

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[ And immediately, too recently buffeted by the winds of an envisioned future to stop a thought that's been circling the pan of his mind from leaping across in answer here even while he's busy with other conversations - ]

If the Ximilia exists outside of universes there's no universe to fix to a high chance the timelines don't branch according to usual universal law no branching timeline means no alternate reality no alternate reality means only one linear chronology means the future we were living was created now or the future we'll go back to is in the making

[ ....... sorry Finn ]

Voice;

[heroooic]

[ A long,


long pause. ]



…dude, that’s hard to bet against.

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[ Hm? The new message ping brings him back, attention focusing in this time - oh.

Huh. ]

Sorry, that was an accident.

[ Notably not retracting it though. ]

[heroooic]

…are you…alright? That was some real…well. What me and my bro call “campfire thoughts”. But considering there’s no campfire, I’m not sure the name fits…

[ But the idea still did. Errant, distracted, too-deep thoughts. Your subconscious spilling into an existential slip and slide when you stare too long at a campfire or a night sky. Big picture stuff. ]

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[ And here he slips again, out of carefully punctuated thought and into something rawer, kindness unmooring his grip on his tenuous control. ]

I'm ok. Will be ok soon I'm fine
Big recent shock don't open the files don't

Private;

[heroooic]

[ Uh huh, yeah. ‘I’m fine’ might as well be this crew’s official slogan. ]

Maybe you should talk to Professor Mikotoba or Dr. McCoy though, if you keep feeling…“fine”.

[ a long pause. ]

Do you really think that stuff is true? Like, that our own timeline is a continuation of this one…because if that’s true…maybe we need to be really, really careful…

Private;

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[ There's a significant delay here - Yujin Mikotoba to the rescue - and when he gets back to Finn it's no longer text. He sounds steady. ]

I'm sorry. That wasn't the best way to get that point across.

[ Horrifying, ominous text walls should maybe not play a part in impressing the importance of caution. ]