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#21
> Open the box with the key do it doitdoitdoit
> Stuff interesting things from the box into inventory if it's safe to do so
> Put sanity in the box and lock it for safekeeping
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#22
> Wonder where you could get a carbon-based lifeform scanner.

HAL Wrote:You haven't the faintest idea. Carbon-based lifeform scanners are standard issue with almost every indsutrial piece of equipment. It seems strange that you do not have one. One could even venture saying it is ominous.


> Attempt to breathe more calmly to try and conserve oxygen.

HAL Wrote:You close your eyes and relax your muscles. A calm washes over you, like a smooth balm that soaks up all your fears and wipes your mind clean. You feel rejuvenated, like you've just meditated under a waterfall. This calms you greatly, and you can feel your breaths become slower and more relaxed. You seem almost relieved.

You look down, and notice you seem to have relieved yourself in more than one way.


> Ask HAL and Steve what they think of all this mess.

HAL Wrote:"Scanners detect 'mess' in crotch-area. Sanitation facilities were not available, and repairs were about to be completed. However, introduction of the substance before facilities were prepared have rendered them obsolete. Pleas stand by as repairs are being made."

You think you should blush, but you don't care anymore. In fact, the substance is giving you a bit of warmth. You turn to your trusted partner, Steve, and ask him the same question.

Steve does not respond. He is a rock. Well, you assume, in a fit of blind hope, that his response is the "Steve" you carved into his would be face. Therefore, his answer is Steve. And it will always be Steve. It is constant and infinite. Until you write something else there, at least.


> Maybe back out of the potential mouth of a potential Rockbeast, because uh yeah being eaten would suck. Be sure you have anything from the area that you could possibly need before you do!

HAL Wrote:You are puzzled. If this was a rockbeast, that alcove would not be the mouth. It would probably be one of the many birthing sacks the beast would harbour. A thought suddenly strikes you. You found Steve in the birthing sack. Does that mean Steve is alive? You ask him.

Steve is his response.


> Go and inspect the straight tunnel instead.

HAL Wrote:You gently traverse the river, which cools your relaxed mind. This cooling is to a severe extent, and you do not feel relaxed from it. Nonetheless, you grope your way through the darkened tunnel, using far off puddles of luminous liquid to guide you, until you have made your way back to the main chamber. You ask HAL an arbitrary question.

"Steve."

Moments later, an echo returns to you from a nearby cave. The mouth is enourmous and gaping. Water drips off the stalactites inside it like saliva. The stalactites themselves are brutally sharp, and their foundations seem fragile. You gulp, then you cover your neck defensively, an appropriate response. You must prepare yourself before entering the tunnel.


> Open the box with the key do it doitdoitdoit

HAL Wrote:You remove the box and key from your inventory. Both have a shiny metallic finish to them. If you had more adequate lighting you would have been able to discern the nature of their surfaces. After fiddling about to find the keyhole, you slot the key in. The box unclasps, you can tell there's something in there, but you're not sure what.

As instructed, you pull out the key and reinsert it three times in quick succession. The box opens and closes three times. The unclasping echoes. The echoes return in quick succession as well. And at first you think it's a long moan. But it's not. The box isn't alive. That would be irrational.


> Stuff interesting things from the box into inventory if it's safe to do so

HAL Wrote:You pick up the small chip inside the box. Well, it appears to be a chip. The box is too small to hold anything else of value. The chip is small and rectangular. You crouch and hold it next to a puddle. From the was the light plays on the intricate circuitry on the chip, you can tell its part of a scanner of some sort. It may come in handy at some point.


> Put sanity in the box and lock it for safekeeping

HAL Wrote:You place your last remaining sanity inside the box.

The box slowly atomizes and disintegrates from existence. The sanity falls to the floor with a squelch sound.

You pick up your sanity.

The squelch echoes.

"Oxygen levels are at 82%"

The key is nowhere to be found. Well, your sensors cannot locate it.

Inventory:
1x Mobius Brand Hypertunneling Pickaxe/Torch (Currently equipped, attached to Steve the Wonder-rock)
2x Box of Explosive Joe's Dyna-Might! Brand Dynamite
1x Remote Detonator
1x Pants (Equiped, Fabulousness +1, Rebelliousness +1)
1x Deep Space Excavation Suit Nautical Class (Damp)
2x Oxygen Tanks at near enough to full capacity as to not cause alarm
2x Oxygen Tanks at almost full capacity (Looted from a corpse, like it should be)
1x Sanity (Perishable, Used)
1x Scanner Chip
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#23
> Equip the scanner chip to your suit. Once that's done, use it to see what you find.

> Traverse carefully further into the tunnel, making note of anything interesting features as you do so.

> Debate with Steve the use of sanity as a way to atomise dangerous things if worst comes to very worst.
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#24
> avoid ominous orifices

> ponder that maybe something other than the box was moaning

> ask HAL for the most probably method that will get you out of here alive and mostly undamaged

> ponder a way to get the extra oxygen into your suit without losing what's in your current reserves or drowning yourself inside the suit

< wonder if putting the command sign the other way around will produce different results
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#25
> Equip the scanner chip to your suit. Once that's done, use it to see what you find.

HAL Wrote:You attempt to equip the scanner chip. First by placing it on your glove (HAL kindly yells "Activate"), then by rubbing it across your arm, and finally by jamming it in places.

All this equipping is to no avail. HAL informs you that the scanner chip is built for a portable scanner, and not for a suit. If you chance upon any empty scanner devices, then you may put the chip in.

You feel a slight twinge of hope. You have higher chances of finding life than finding an empty scanner.

You feel a slight twinge of stupidity as you realise that isn't hope.


> Traverse carefully further into the tunnel, making note of anything interesting features as you do so.

HAL Wrote:You survey your surroundings carefully. Well, your sensors do. Other than the stalactites, there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous in the cave mouth. Of course it's very and very large. You can't see far in and your sensors don't appear to have such a large range. Well, your sensors tell you they don't.

You place one foot in front of the other. Wait for a substantial amount of time. Then continue.

The stalactites thankfully decrease in number down the tunnel. The cave mouth fans out a slight way in into a massive cavern, with one narrow tunnel that has the echoes coming from it, as well as ver large open ground around you.

There isn't any not-water here.

And before your grammar senses activate, there isn't any water here either.


> Debate with Steve the use of sanity as a way to atomise dangerous things if worst comes to very worst.

HAL Wrote:You and Steve engage in a furious argument on the advantages of atomization versus deadly killbeasts and murdercreatures. You frequently break eye contact with Steve to observe your sanity during the argument.

Your powerful, well-constructed points mean nothing to Steve's rock-solid defense. The weight of his key points are too much and your argument crumbles before your eyes. Steve has won the debate, your sanity should be preserved.

As you realise that Steve won the debate, your sanity shrinks.


> avoid ominous orifices

HAL Wrote:You would love to. But it appears you are in an ominous orifice, and attempting to avoid it would lead you into another ominous orifice. And so forth.


> ponder that maybe something other than the box was moaning

HAL Wrote:You question if any killbeasts or murdercreatures could survive in the innards of a rockbeast. There might be massive bacterium that could have evolved here, but they don't have vocal chords. Of course, the birthing sac regularly births live baby rockbeasts. But they are babies, and could moan, but they are also rocks. And by extension do not have vocal chords. Maybe it was the box.

You shudder as you realise the only comforting explanation is there is nothing alive.

Maybe the rockbeast you're in is dormant. If it is a rockbeast. You would require a scanner to understand.


> ask HAL for the most probably method that will get you out of here alive and mostly undamaged

HAL Wrote:"Primary mental scanners have detected postulations on isolated planet being a rockbeast are being made. Following this line of thought, a working carbon-based lifeform scanner must be located and acquired to verify this hypothesis. Currentlly in possession of a universal portable scanner chip. Chip functions with all models of portable scanners.

If hypothesis is verified, method of escape would be to locate gullet and traverse through it. Gravity would be problematic in this situation. Any form of rope and or rope-like material is recommended.

Primary mental scanners also detect there is no possible way to escape without being damaged."


> ponder a way to get the extra oxygen into your suit without losing what's in your current reserves or drowning yourself inside the suit

HAL Wrote:The most efficient method would be to remove one oxygen tank when you are low and replace it with a reserve one. This way you have one tank supplying you oxygen while you prepare the next one. You are surprised you managed to think of something so simple and elegant.

You realise if you failed this maneuver you would drown.

But can you really drown in nothingness? It would be more suffocation. Or massive depressurization. Or massive pressurization.

It all depends on the atmosphere here.


< wonder if putting the command sign the other way around will produce different results

HAL Wrote:"One moment, analyzing command."
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...
...

"Analysis complete. Interpreter has found:

> results different produce will around way other the sign command the putting if wonder."

Again one to go ever you if. Parties at fun be would it. Whatsoever way any in you help to appear not does technique this.

Inventory:
1x Mobius Brand Hypertunneling Pickaxe/Torch (Currently equipped, attached to Steve the Wonder-rock)
2x Box of Explosive Joe's Dyna-Might! Brand Dynamite
1x Remote Detonator
1x Pants (Equiped, Fabulousness +1, Rebelliousness +1)
1x Deep Space Excavation Suit Nautical Class (Damp)
2x Oxygen Tanks at near enough to full capacity as to not cause alarm
2x Oxygen Tanks at almost full capacity (Looted from a corpse, like it should be)
1x Sanity (Perishable, Used)
1x Scanner Chip



Chip Scanner 1x
(Shrinking, Used, Perishable) Sanity 1x
(Be should it like, corpse a from looted) capacity full almost at Tanks Oxygen 2x
alarm cause not to as capacity full to enough near at Tanks Oxygen 2x
(Damp) Class Nautical Suit Excavation Space Deep 1x
(+1 Rebelliousness, +1 Fabulousness, Equiped) Pants 1x
Detonator Remote 1x
Dynamite Brand Dyna-Might! Joe's Explosive of Box 2x
(Rock-wonder the Steve to attached, equipped currently) Torch/Pickaxe Hypertunneling Brand Mobius 1x
Inventory:


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#26
> Maintain sanity by humming a jaunty tune.

> Move further into the cave, on the lookout for rope or a scanner, or at the very least a clue to their whereabouts.

> Ask HAL if there's any other information he can provide about your situation that could help you. Preferably, any non-life threatening bad news can wait until the end.
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#27
> combine the scanner chip with the < scanner chip to make a scanner chip with a chip scanner attached in order to facilitate whatever the purpose of such a device would be!

> if that fails, obtain a portable scanner somehow (even if majorly nefarious methods are necessitated)

> speaking of which, enlist Steve in your underground narcotics and gambling ring. make him a don in your mafia - he deserves it, all the help he's giving you!

> compose ditty about the person whose suit you stole oxygen tanks from

> amuse yourself by telling HAL about the Matrix and how it would be really funny if this was just a shitty ripoff of that

> eat 1x Sanity

> contemplate the possible existence of vulcans

> move in a non-linear manner so as to avoid traps in the middle of whatever you are walking down

> commune with the rockbeast

< .p.a.s.a go rockbeast the of exit nearest the to
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#28
> Maintain sanity by humming a jaunty tune.

HAL Wrote:You press your lips together. Well, what your sensors tell you are your lips- wait. No. You can feel your lips, damnit. Well, what your brain tells you are lips.

You begin to hum a jovial tune. It is indeed very nice and uplifting. Moments later you hear the echo rush down the tunnel in front of you like a tortured scream.

You can't be that musically challenged, can you?


> Move further into the cave, on the lookout for rope or a scanner, or at the very least a clue to their whereabouts.

HAL Wrote:You put foot in front of foot as you delve deeper into the tunnel. Keeping a wayward sens- eye out for signs of a scanner or rope. This would help if you could see. Maybe your torch would do the trick, but that devours oxygen. You also have some Dyna-Might! for a more exuberant explosion.


> Ask HAL if there's any other information he can provide about your situation that could help you. Preferably, any non-life threatening bad news can wait until the end.

HAL Wrote:"This is a cave."

That was helpful and non-life threatening in any way whatsoever. You congratulate HAL on not providing meaningless and moderately threatening information, like a normal person would.

Wait. There's something wrong with that sentence.




Probably just syntax.


> combine the scanner chip with the < scanner chip to make a scanner chip with a chip scanner attached in order to facilitate whatever the purpose of such a device would be!

HAL Wrote:Your sanity shrinks as you think of such things. The procedure for such a thing was never discussed in training. Actually, it was never discussed anywhere. That's quite alright, however, you can be a pioneer.

You pull the chip scanner out of your inventory. Only to realize it's a scanner chip, you've just held it backwards. This does not stop you, though. You grab the other end of the chip and attempt to fold it unto itself.

The result is a soft crack and what you assume is small bits of circuitry falling to the ground.

You tap your fingers together and clasp and unclasp your hand. It appears there's no chip in your palm. You shift about uneasily. You hear crunching as your feet shuffle.

Oh dear.


> if that fails, obtain a portable scanner somehow (even if majorly nefarious methods are necessitated)

HAL Wrote:"Sensors indicate that is not possible utilising conventional methods. Nefariousness Calculator has identified that the linings of a human's small intestine as well as molars would be sufficient to produce a crude scanner device. A scanner chip is required to make the organically produced scanner function."

Oh double dear.


> speaking of which, enlist Steve in your underground narcotics and gambling ring. make him a don in your mafia - he deserves it, all the help he's giving you!

HAL Wrote:Speaking of what exactly? Scanners have nothing to do with your underground (literally) narcotics and gambling ring. You call yourselves the Don Scannerino and the Carbon-Sharks. How does that have any relation?

Nonetheless, you are adamant about Steve joining the ring. He needs to be part of the family. He's done so much, worn so many red shirts, said "Steve" so many times. Well, he didn't actually say it. At least that's what your scanners tell you.

His first order of business as don would be to intervene with your major rival family, The Siliconos', trade with the corrupted cops of Rockia. The boozehounds had been running rampant, and the city-wide ban on alcohol by mayor Stone only forced the druggies and cops deeper into drugs. They are going to meet at Granite beach, off the main walkway, your Igneoushounds (Your most trusted spies) have told you such. They wouldn't betray the family, except Carlos "The Crag" Craggy. In any case, you have Vinny "Wedge" Biggs to take him down if necessary. Carlos has been hopping up on the ladies, and is deep in debt with the loansharks of downtown Rockia, he could vamoose with the ton of drugs and crop up in another city under another name, completely safe. Don Steve would be overseeing the trade in his black limo, parked along port's finer dining establishments. Afterwards, you were planning on meeting him at Stoney's pizza for a bite to eat and a business discussion. You trust Don Steve. You know he has a history with the Siliconos, he was their frontrunner in the fire at the Rocky Hill Train Station, he was in deep with the family. And he burned the foreign families' funds to a crisp in the fire. But you trust him, you've bought him out, got him clean and made him ready for the mean streets. No one knows the Silicono's better than him, he knows them like the bottom of his rock.


> compose ditty about the person whose suit you stole oxygen tanks from

HAL Wrote:"You once had oxygen, yes you did.
But then I nicked it, yes I did.
I hope you were dead when I diiiiiiid.
Your suit was a bright crimson.
Just like the blood on the wall.
I can't think of a word that rhymes with crimson.
I would kill for a bathroom stall."

HAL demonstrates your artistic ability by rendering your beautiful ditty in a voice that is similar to the prophetic tones of Microsoft Sam. Soon after the end of Earthen civilization near the end of the 2200s, space-junk collectors flocked upon the carcass and recovered whatever was left. They picked the planet clean before the hipsters flocked to it in fits of nostalgia of a time they did not exist in. Among the many abandoned technologies that were left there, the hipsters found remnants of Microsoft Sam. And, as humanity does, created a religion based on the monotonous man. You realize that is a great final line to your song.

"When the hipsters had salvaged Microsoft Sam.
They created a religion for the monotonous maaaaaan."

You play a guitar solo.

The echoes of your song return to you, however they still seem beautiful in their reversedness.


> amuse yourself by telling HAL about the Matrix and how it would be really funny if this was just a shitty ripoff of that

HAL Wrote:All that was preserved of the age old and forbidden Matrix Trilogy was the supposed second movie. You barely understood it when you saw it, it seemed as if someone had flipped through a philosophy book. Many of the precursors spoke of the first movie's beauty, of its near-perfect facade, in old and musty internet "blogs". These tomes are so dated that we are not even sure that there was a first movie, or even a third.

Some true believers colonised Mars' Mariner Citydome in the early 2100s. They built beautiful creatures, Redbots they caled them, which eventually rebelled against their human masters. Unbeknownst to all, a Redbot in the long living Mcdonalds had malfunctioned and taken control of its fellow Redbots in the vicinity, Redbots were highly advanced you see, and they accepted whatever stimulus was presented to them. Especially religious preachings. Before the humans knew what was happening, they were overcome by the bots and placed in stasis cells, being force fed Chicken Nuggets while they were suspended in a virtual world that resembled Mariner Citydome. Before the Redbots realised they had gone too far, the incredible weight of the citizens overcame the forces that held the city in place, and the dome collapsed into the very depths of Mars. Leaving a massive Mariner crater.


> eat 1x Sanity

HAL Wrote:You don't feel very hungry anymore, not after talking about Chicken Nuggets.

But you attempt to eat your sanity anyway. A horrible feeling overcomes you. You blink, and fall to the edge of spacetime with a flick of the mind. You see the end, stars dying, a great cataclysm that befalls the universe, but you also see the beginning, a great cataclysm. Your time is short, meaningless in the lifespans of the celestial bodies. You are less than a blink, but more than a whisper in the fate of the cosmos. Humanity would burn, just like the rest of the universe. You feel calm that your race, your lineage, would last so long, but you are overcome with fear at the end of all things.

You snap back to reality. You hold your sanity in your hands.


> contemplate the possible existence of vulcans

HAL Wrote:Vulcans were a fictional race of humanoids created in the middle of the 1900s. An era long past. They belonged to a certain show, you think it was a sitcom by today's standards, of how primitive space technology would be. It was hilarious and very underbudgeted near the end. The space explorers on the show never realized how dangerous pants were till the very end.

Humanity was crushed after scanning the solar systems and not finding a single Vulcan (the amount of seahorses they found were ridiculous, however). Humanity still maintains hope, however, that there are Vulcans somewhere out there. The closest they've found were the Elves in Riven Delta.


> move in a non-linear manner so as to avoid traps in the middle of whatever you are walking down

HAL Wrote:You snake along the path in front of you. You avoid all traps.

Mainly because there aren't any.


> commune with the rockbeast

HAL Wrote:That would be the equivalent of a speck of tuna communicating from inside you. That art has not been mastered yet, not even by the Tuna-monks of Saturn's rings.

< .p.a.s.a go rockbeast the of exit nearest the to

HAL Wrote:"One moment, analyzing command."
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"Analysis complete. Interpreter has found:

> To the nearest exit of the rockbeast go a.s.a.p."

If the tunnel you are going along is any indication, you are probably somewhere in the rockbeast's gullet. That could be near the mouth or the...other mouth. Well, you're on the right track either way.


"Oxygen levels are at 72%"

The exit, of course, might be a bit nefarious.

Inventory:
1x Mobius Brand Hypertunneling Pickaxe/Torch (Currently equipped, attached to Don Steve)
1x Don Steve
2x Box of Explosive Joe's Dyna-Might! Brand Dynamite
1x Remote Detonator
1x Pants (Equiped, Fabulousness +1, Rebelliousness +1)
1x Deep Space Excavation Suit Nautical Class (Slightly less damp)
2x Oxygen Tanks at near enough to full capacity as to not cause alarm
2x Oxygen Tanks at almost full capacity (Looted from a corpse, like it should be)
1x Sanity (Perishable, Used Twice)
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#29
> Continue to the exit. Keep moving until something new and interesting happens.

> Expand on your love of ancient Earth culture to amuse yourself and HAL.

> Wonder how you were able to attempt to eat your sanity when you shouldn't be able to put it in your mouth through your spacesuit.

> Tell HAL a paradox to see what happens!

<3 Experiment with different command structures!
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///
/// asks HAL a question
///

/// ///
private void Form1_Load(object sender, EventArgs e)
{

DialogResult result1 = MessageBox.Show("Are you actually sentient?",
"Important Question",
MessageBoxButtons.YesNo);

}
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#31
> Continue to the exit. Keep moving until something new and interesting happens.

HAL Wrote:"You feel it is necessary to point out that you are not near the exit. Nowehere near in fact. The tunnel incredibly long and incredibly dark. Once you reach the end of the tunnel, there is either going to be a harsh climb out, or a sheer drop out. Depending on which end of the rockbeast you find. That is, if you are in a rockbeast. If you aren't, then you're just wandering around aimlessly. If you are, you would require rope in case you find the mouth.

You wonder where the scanner chip went.

You keep moving forward, nothing interesting happens.


> Expand on your love of ancient Earth culture to amuse yourself and HAL.

HAL Wrote:This is quite delightful for you, as you minored in Ancient Human Culture in college. Which accounts for your vast knowledge of the topic.

One of your favourite topics was always the Bermuda Wormhole, known in ancient times as the Bermuda "Triangle". Triangle's themselves were made redundant after the advent of quad-dimensional geometry. The closest term now would be a dynamic Fritzgellan anguloid. And even that has the minimum of thirty-four sides.

But you digress, you have a story to tell. To yourself, of course. The Bermuda Wormhole was discovered in the early 2200s, after science had finally developed the hyperspace tunneler. A crack team of scientists and rich tourists instantly jumped on board and sailed for Bermuda.

Several men were lost in the expedition. But then they found on the other side of the wormhole. Dead. This was because they were transported directly beneath the wormhole, no-one knew what happened at the time. The wormhole was later discovered to be of a disc variety, which meant that both ends were like the two sides of a coin. Or the two sides of Barrett's Chronoglobe. Everything that had gone through one end had merely come out right underneath. Just through a wrinkle in timespace as opposed to water. The reason they had died was because the gravity of the wormhole had kept all the sunken wreckage it had gathered over the years right there. One's body does not fully function when fused with the hull of an oil tanker. Much less so when it's the propeller.

And then the sharks came. And got caught there. People started realising it's best to not go there. The only reason the rest of the world knew what was going on there was high-density wifi had been invented decades prior, and could effectively pierce through incredibly dense things. In this case the water around the hole. Images were a bit distorted due to gravity but the overwhelming pain was clearly visible.

More interesting wormholes were found later. Multiple instances of Wormhole Epidemic started in a small gap of time somewhere between 2500 and 2550. People, usually while on the toilet, realised their body parts had become wormholes and were contesting to see which one would win. Resulting singularities blew up most of Japan. But they blamed it on heavenly angels, which they had tried to fight off with mecha piloted by teenagers. The rest of the world knew they were high on orange juice.


> Wonder how you were able to attempt to eat your sanity when you shouldn't be able to put it in your mouth through your spacesuit.

HAL Wrote:"You take a look at your sanity. It seems perfectly fine that you could eat it. It doesn't need a medium to digest, it's how realised figments of one's broken imagination works. Just being present makes it...shrink.


> Tell HAL a paradox to see what happens!

HAL Wrote:"You tell HAL how your grandfather shot himself through a timegate.

"That paradox was proven incorrect after Kripty of Zorbul Five theorised that the bullet had shot the man in a different universe. Thereby destroying that universe as opposed to one lineage of useless humans. As it should be done with all humanity.

Th-that's what Kripty said."

Useless? You graduated at the top of your class at Mining Tech! You will not be taken for granite.


<3 Experiment with different command structures!

HAL Wrote:"This tunnel is beautiful, it's parents are beautiful and lovely people too. Your suit appears to be dirt, but you love dirt and your suit. And dirt, it's so friendly. And HAL, you can't help but love your trusted comrade. And don't forget Don Steve! He looks absolutelt spiffy in his gentleman's red shirt and fedora of manliness. Don't forget the pickaxe embedded in Steve's head! It's a lovely hairstyle, you think.


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/// asks HAL a question
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/// ///
private void Form1_Load(object sender, EventArgs e)
{

DialogResult result1 = MessageBox.Show("Are you actually sentient?",
"Important Question",
MessageBoxButtons.YesNo);

}


HAL Wrote:""Tr-translating.
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> Are you actually sentient?"

"No. I am not alive. My limited functionality does not allow me to exist as a real personality and/or functioning member of a species. The Mobius conglomerate had not bestowed your suit, or me, with mental capabilites strong enough beyond basic A.I. Please forgive me, but I am not really there, but I will always be there for you."

You just love HAL!

"O-our oxygen levels are at 65%"

Inventory:
1x Mobius Brand Hypertunneling Pickaxe/Torch (Currently equipped with lots of affection, lovingly attached to Don Steve)
1x Don Steve (Your sacred confidant.)
2x Box of Explosive Joe's Dyna-Might! Brand Dynamite (You love the sound of explosions, but you love hugging the dynamite too!)
1x Remote Detonator (Isn't it just precious?)
1x Pants (Equiped, Fabulousness +1, Rebelliousness +1, you are head over heels for this lost symbol of rebellion)
1x Deep Space Excavation Suit Nautical Class (Slightly less damp, you wouldn't know what to do without your suit)
2x Oxygen Tanks at near enough to full capacity as to not cause alarm (These two are your anchor in life, you care for them deeply)
2x Oxygen Tanks at almost full capacity (Lovingly looted from a corpse with utmost care, just like it should be)
1x Sanity (Perishable, Used Twice, the best snack you could ever ask for!)

Aww, you just love your inventory.
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