"We're fighting a war in a snow globe where we're not entirely sure who's shaking it, or if they're doing it on purpose. With a draft that keeps pulling in people with no background checks and objectives we don't even know about until they fall in our lap," he says, taking the metaphor in a more disjointed direction.
"Oh, right, I forgot we're supposed to feel sorry for her. How about this, Anwei - Stacy may be all motherly love deep down, but what we're working with is that Stacy and all the programming errors and damaged coding. So yeah, maybe Stacy, the machine with all the crossed wires and synapses firing in the wrong direction, does want us dead. Maybe it's just the part of her that's in control that wants us dead or just doesn't care or doesn't know enough about people to realize what could get us dead, but until we figure out how to undo those tweaks, that's the Stacy we're working with."
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"Oh, right, I forgot we're supposed to feel sorry for her. How about this, Anwei - Stacy may be all motherly love deep down, but what we're working with is that Stacy and all the programming errors and damaged coding. So yeah, maybe Stacy, the machine with all the crossed wires and synapses firing in the wrong direction, does want us dead. Maybe it's just the part of her that's in control that wants us dead or just doesn't care or doesn't know enough about people to realize what could get us dead, but until we figure out how to undo those tweaks, that's the Stacy we're working with."