Audio, public.

[ewestmarch]

[A sharp, scratchy female voice comes over the network, spitting her words like bullets.]

Where does the solidness of the objects come from when you turn on a spawner? How does it convert electrical energy into bread, or cloth, or gold? Is there a limit to how much of a certain material you can tell it to conjure?

It's all well and good to have spawners in every fucking color of the rainbow, but my world has too much power and not enough food. One of these could change the entire economy. Bring the bottom closer to the top.

And don't get any sly damned ideas. I saw it first. Just answer the questions.

[Private, also, to Braska.]

I've seen you over the network. What happens to the dead when they aren't Sent?

Comments

[timesbureaucrat]

Is it really so hard to believe? You accepted time travel easily enough. Alternate time line, alternate universe.

[ewestmarch]

Did I? My mistake.

You have no proof of anything you're saying.

[timesbureaucrat]

Funny, I didn't know I was trial and needed to present evidence.

[ewestmarch]

Oh, you aren't being judged. After all, the opinion of one silly woman doesn't matter in the grand Time Lord scheme, does it?

[She's having fun with this, somehow.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Not really, no. It doesn't. [Narvin says without shame.] Not because you're a woman, mind you, but because you're an alien.

[ewestmarch]

Of course. I probably wouldn't understand even if you showed it to me.

[timesbureaucrat]

Very likely, but it's irrelevant. Section 857 paragraph G of the rules and regulations expressly forbids showing schematics to off worlders.

[ewestmarch]

How official.

[timesbureaucrat]

I prefer it that way.