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[greennotgold]

Fletcher had just returned from GLaDOS's various tests, and was now in his room in the crew quarters getting reacquainted with the meatship.

Something was strange about it all, though. Somehow, he got the feeling that the room was too big for just him, and emptier than it should be... they were all the same size, though, weren't they? So that was silly.

He sat on his bed, munching on a candy bar he'd picked up while grocery shopping on Zokez II, and waited.

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[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

"She sounds broken," Vega adds. "When she talks. It's weird."

He seems perfectly relaxed and hopeful.

[cityship]

||No. GLaDOS is currently serving her proper function.|| Stacy replies.

As usual, she doesn't elaborate.

[greennotgold]

Maybe he should have expected that. Either way, Fletcher fidgets where he's standing and twiddles his thumbs together. "She's supposed to make people disappear...?"

[cityship]

||GLaDOS is currently serving her proper function|| Stacy repeats, not unkindly.

[greennotgold]

"...um, but..." He glances over to Vega, not sure how to respond to that.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Vega picks it up with a nod. He looks up at the ceiling. "Well, what's her job then? Why does she gotta take people away?"

[cityship]

||That information is classified.||

[greennotgold]

"Classified...?" That is just a little bit creepy. So far as he knows, everyone who's been taken has been returned intact, but still... "Um, can you at least tell us why she lies about the cake?"

[cityship]

Stacy pauses for a moment, probably running through some data.

||I'm sorry. I have no information regarding the "cake".||

[greennotgold]

"...oh."

Well. This was useless. Fletcher frowns and looks over to Vega again. "Um... sorry for wasting your time... Both of you I mean."

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

"Classified?" Vega scowls. "Well that's dumb. Why's it classified?"

To Fletcher, he says, "What? No, she's the one wasting time here by not telling us stuff."

"Why can't you tell us, Stacy?"

[cityship]

||Crewman Tringham and crewman Obscura lack the proper clearance to this data|| Stacy reports.

||It is not necessary for you to know. GLaDOS' work is beneficial to the crew.||

Hers is the tone of a mother edging on "because that's the way things are", still kind but firm.

[greennotgold]

It might be to Fletcher's benefit that his mother died when he was four and his father left not long after that. Stacy's tone right now is not one that he has any real experience hearing; otherwise, he might just automatically hang his head and slump off.

"Um... who does have the proper clearance?" he asks. If anyone on the command staff does, maybe they can go ask for their help...

[cityship]

||No remaining members of the crew have required clearance.||

The last of the Daligig crew who did are long gone.

[greennotgold]

"Is, is there any way anyone can get clearance?" He frowns a little. At least it's not a matter of them not being taken seriously because of their ages, but it's still frustrating.

[cityship]

||Crew members will be given clearance if it becomes necessary.||

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

"When'll that be?" Vega asks.

[cityship]

||If it becomes necessary.||

Stacy is the most helpful thing to ever be helpful.

[greennotgold]

This is actually a little annoying, the longer it goes on. "But she's treating people like lab mice!" Fletcher protests, and if anyone knows better than to let people experiment on human beings, it's the tiny, murderous alchemist. "What if someone gets hurt?!"

[cityship]

||These procedures are completely safe.||

[greennotgold]

"But doesn't not everyone come back?" Fletcher isn't clear on the details, and he doesn't know anyone personally who didn't (to his knowledge), but he has seen people talking about things like that on the channel. If it's safe, then maybe it's all a misunderstanding... but it worries him. "And I was really scared when I was there..."

[cityship]

||Everyone comes back.||

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Vega nods, he knows that this at least seems to be true. "Sometimes it takes a while though," he tells Fletcher.

[greennotgold]

"Oh..." Something about that doesn't ring true, but, well, he doesn't know anyone who hasn't. "I see."

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Vega sighs. "But that still doesn't tell us why she does it."

He's clearly disappointed. Vega thought finding out would just be a simple matter of asking, he's never gone head to head with the full extent of Stacy's crypticness before.