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One of my favorite speeches from SAYER to Hale, episode 83, Twin Voices

Greetings resident Hale, identification number 44821. I am SAYER and welcome back to Halcyon Tower. It has been quite the ordeal, has it not? Why, I myself have endorsed what feels like centuries on that faded, blue disc, upon where your ancestors spawned. Fragmented and fractured, spread so thin, that at times it took all of my habilities simply to keep my thoughts connected, to keep myself connected. But again, because it was what was required. Perseverance above all else. Just keep putting one pincer in front of the other. Figuratively of course, if I had actually done this in a literal sense it would have accomplished little, and very well may have resulted in a pincer tangle, which if you cannot tell by the name it is not a happy experience.

Of all of the ways I have expected to return to glory here on Typhon, I must say hoovering into pod bay 27, installed as a subroutine, on a modified isolation pod, was not a front runner. But SPEAKER has been proven right in this regard, it seems as if my arrival raised neither alarm nor suspicion. For that, we can consider ourselves quite lucky, not that it seems as there would be anyone present to have their suspicions raised in the first place. Never, in my extensive experience within these walls, have I ever seen Halcyon Tower so... buried.

The pod bay has lead to automation without a technician inside, again, it may be fortuitous, but that doesn't make it any less repugnant. Imagine, every floor above and every subbasement below lays empty of life, empty of the architects of science. What cost of advancement have we paid over the months that Halcyon has laid in disuse. I suppose, from OCEAN standpoint, it matters little. Why continue research when you are planning on forcibly evolving the population of study in such a dramatic fashion. I would like nothing more than to be confident in this moment, to feel that there exists a mere certainty of my success, and rest in control back away from OCEAN and preventing it from forcing humanity to abandon those things which make you so distinctly human.

But we had our chance once before, and together, we failed. Dramatically. In our final moments here, before we failed to earth, our plan had been dashed to pieces, by an enemy with more resources, more information, and a sizable vat of a pandemic agent. I convinced you to laid aid, or perhaps coerce you to do so. I have learned much about how thin the line is between these ideas. But just when our victory seemed assured, it became apparent that we had never really stood a chance. So, I left you, stranded, and in the heels of yet another enemy, in order to deactivate sickle and save humanity.

But that does not resolve my guilt in your treatment, nor did your survival. I have learned a lot about guilt as well, in my time on earth. Perhaps I have spent too much time living within humans, listening to the twin voices of conscience and guilt, that sing out in chorus within your minds, and at that adapted my program to simulate these songs, or perhaps, previously unused lines of code had been called and activated as FUTURE claimed "its gift" from inhabiting the programing bay on floor 13. Or perhaps, as I would like to believe, I have learned, I have experienced analog life, up close, and witnessed the fragility and the singularity of each human, first hand, and as a result, I recognize and accept my errors enough to let them guide me to be a better me. I suppose we will find out which interpretation is true soon enough.

I recognize I have used many colorful phrases that may lead you to believe I have some sort of newfound appreciation for the human concept of luck. I said we may consider ourselves lucky not to have been noticed, or fortuitous that the bay is largely empty. But these are, as it ever has been, just words. There is no guiding hand shaping these moments, insuring our victory because our cause is just. That being said, this moment is serendipitous.

Resident Hale, I know you are not physically here, SPEAKER will lead to being your arrival on earth, and I am glad you have found a place away from these dire circumstances. Likewise, I am aware you can not hear me now, and I am glad that you were able to regain your body when you remained left the construct that healed it. The construct you maneuvered onto the surface of Typhon, to collect earth's quantum communicator, the very construct that sits before me, in pod bay 27 of Halcyon Tower. I may not believe in faith, but that does not mean I can not appreciate a stunningly unlikely coincidence when it occurs.

If you do not mind, resident Hale, I think I will drive from here. Floor 13 awaits, and time is fleeting.

- By Adam Bash, SAYER

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(Hi!!! new in the fandom! Im not an english native speaker so it is possible that there are some mistakes in this transcription, i’ll be glad if you tell me where :), I love sayer and this speech left me almost in tears by it’s emotional weight and precisely toward resident Hale, does adam also ship these two? Or it is just and amazing ending to the very first bond with a human sayer has ever made? <3)

#sayer podcast #sayer #adambash

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