Failing spectacularly, the pure innocent mediator grew dejected at the base nature of the social system and he turned mute.
That was not a Coluan voice, nor familiar. Motoko rarely slept and even more rarely dreamed. Never had she been so foolish as tp sleep while actively connected to the Net, but that she should dream of it in this place was no surprise. OF all the things she missed, it was this, the cacophany of voices, the thousand, thousand thoughts and opinions and idiotic rantings. The pulse of that living organism, the human race. Or, in this case, the Coluan race. It hardly mattered, they were only voices in a vague, dreamy version of themselves. Only one intelligence stood out in sharp relief, and if Brainiac 5 was not someone she knew personally, it was enough that he was someone she knew of in this familiar, unfamiliar landscape.
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That was not a Coluan voice, nor familiar. Motoko rarely slept and even more rarely dreamed. Never had she been so foolish as tp sleep while actively connected to the Net, but that she should dream of it in this place was no surprise. OF all the things she missed, it was this, the cacophany of voices, the thousand, thousand thoughts and opinions and idiotic rantings. The pulse of that living organism, the human race. Or, in this case, the Coluan race. It hardly mattered, they were only voices in a vague, dreamy version of themselves. Only one intelligence stood out in sharp relief, and if Brainiac 5 was not someone she knew personally, it was enough that he was someone she knew of in this familiar, unfamiliar landscape.