[ So strange, their bodies have been used as instruments for a complicated task, and when it is over... Ilde feels like she has accomplished nothing at all. The memory card does not hold the promise of secrets and knowledge to her, it's just a piece of plastic, lined inside with metal. Still, not a wasted exercise, she has learned something about technology, grasped a few little pieces to keep for the future. And as she had told Lexa, perhaps these things would prove useful to the Nest as a whole, or at least be traded as such.
But lord, there is that idea of the self-destruct again and it is of course poor naive Ilde who balks in horror, ]
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But lord, there is that idea of the self-destruct again and it is of course poor naive Ilde who balks in horror, ]
( Self-destruct? What is that meant to mean. )