Radio Transcription [Earthsiders]

[freosan]

This is just me playing around with another format of writing. Not much to see here. Futatsu and SingKueh, G, 309 words.


Radio transcription, 18 June 2057 (Approximate)

Speaker 1 (‘Kueh’): It’s simple, then. We just send the data by sneakernet.

Speaker2 (‘Futa’): Sneakernet’s down, Kueh. No one in or out of the damn place in days. The fuckin’ demilitarized zone’s…

Kueh: Seeded, yes, I’m aware. Did that mine fracture your memory as well?

Futa: Just ‘cause you still have mobility. Anyway. So if I couldn’t get across the damn gap without shattering my tibia, what chance d’you think anyone else’s got?

Kueh: Your ego seems to have blinded you to the fact that you didn’t have any idea where you were going.

Futa: So what? ‘S not like anyone does, [unintelligible]… wait. Wait, hold on. [pause] [laughter] …Oh my fucking god.

Kueh: I think you’re on the right track.

Futa: So what are you gonna do – infiltrate, send someone on the track?

Kueh: We considered it, but I think something more direct is in order.

Futa: So what then, drop a memory stick in some [unintelligible] backpack?

Kueh: No. [mechanical whirring] Have you ever heard the phrase ‘parasite on the back of the colonies’?

Futa: Yeah, sure, what… Hang on. [file drawer being opened] Kueh.

Kueh: Yes, Futa?

Futa: Where is my prototype?

[no response. Whirring repeats.]

Futa: You’re fucking kidding me.

Kueh: It does carry nearly half a terabyte.

Futa: Yeah, that’s a lot of bloody data! S’ppose it gets swatted?

Kueh: Redundancy, Futa.

Futa: There’s only one of ‘em.

Kueh: Not after we borrowed a few hours in the new lab.

[momentary silence. Long whistled note.]

Futa: Knew there was a reason I’m in love with you.

Kueh: You flatter me. This was only partially my idea. Now I’d like you to send me the relevant files. Get one of the lady’s kids to do it.

Futa: On it. See you later. Love you.

Kueh: Love you.

[static.]