Midnight Burger - Young Leif Part 4: The Australian

Episode Date: March 28, 2023

"Until then... I surf."Cast:Evan Gulock as LeifLauren Grace Thompson as BertBertMark Healy as DarrenJoe Fisher as EldinFinlay Stevenson as AliceWritten and Directed by Joe FisherProduced by Joe Fisher and Finlay StevensonMusic by FreeschaRead and search Scripts with PodScripts: https://podscripts.app/For more information on our show, visit our website: https://www.weopenatsix.comSubscribe for early access, ad free episodes, additional content and more!Subscribe on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/midnightburgerSubscribe on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/midnight-burger/id1537653218Subscribe on Supporting Cast: https://midnightburger.supportingcast.fmHow about some merch? https://www.midnightburgermerch.comSign up for our newsletter: https://weopenatsix.beehiiv.com/Find and support our sponsors at: fableandfolly.com/partnersSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Welcome to Radio Rental. The scariest stories you've ever heard in your life, all told by real people. Oh, and off we go. On one side of me, I have these people whispering to each other, staring at me, and then the other side I have this distaste man gurgling. I was afraid that something was trying to trick me and lure me down there, and I had no idea what I would feel. find if I walk down to that pond.

Zach, there are people outside the room talking. Radio rental is available now. Listen for free on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts. How is my favorite earthling other than Denzel Washington? I'm back home on CGIS because it is Vargan Day. Letos Vargans to you, my friend. You don't know what Vargan Day is, which is great because I get to explain it to you now.

Settle in, Cupcake. I'm using that word right, right? Cupcake? I mean, I know it's a tiny cake, but you also call people that, right? Like, in a condescending way? Pretty sure I'm right about that. Anyway, now I want cake.

Anyway, Vargan Day, life. Three intrepid souls many, many years ago. Farin Younger, Eliak Sears, and Loan Regan. Remember those names? At the dawning of the original coalition, they left the planet on a ship called The Vargon. It was the first mission of its kind, an open-ended one. They were to set out into the Andromeda and send back data on the wider universe

and keep doing so until they exhausted all their resources. They never returned. No one knows why, but since space is always trying to kill you, the assumption is that it was some sort of space thing. You may be saying to yourself, why are they celebrating a failed mission? Well, I will tell you why. The planets of the original coalition first made contact hundreds of years ago. They had never met each other, but using some sort of process that involved quantum entanglement, they figured out how to communicate.

They all worked together to build the Vargan. Ert provided the ship's AI, Garion provided the interior systems, Greden and Sepsu provided stellar cartography, and Vapus designed the engine. And the whole thing was built right here on Seagius. For a while there, it looked like the galaxy was about to open up into a golden age of cooperation and exploration. And then, along came the fucking Ted's. So, we celebrated as a moment of greatness in our history,

but then also there's this undercurrent of sense, sadness to the whole thing because of what could have been. This is Bertbert, by the way. Talk to you later. Birds, that's quite a story. You know, on Earth, we really don't do enough to celebrate when people fail. And I think we should. There was this astrophysicist named Fred Hoyle,

who had a very popular theory of the universe called Steady State. He said the universe is a good. exactly the same size and shape now as it was billions of years ago. He was kind of a dick about it, honestly. But as evidence started to mount that he was wrong about his theory, he doubled down like no one has doubled down before. He wouldn't just say, sorry folks, I was wrong, because he knew that if he was deemed a failure,

he would vanish in the collective consciousness. He'd be just another guy. Eventually, everyone had to just ignore him while he ranted, so his worst fear came true anyway. He did make one lasting contribution, though. One time he was criticizing one of these competing theories, and he said, what am I supposed to believe that everything started with some sort of, I don't know, big bang? Hoisted on his own partard. Anyway, I'm on Tarvalu.

Have you been? The birds here are ridiculous. Hey, Leif. Tarvalu, huh? Help me out. Have you heard any gossip about ice-hauler thieves? Someone in that quadrant has been hijacking ice-haulers and selling the ice, but nobody knows who it is. Tell me if you hear anything.

Ice-hauler thieves, huh? Uh, nope, I haven't heard anything. Definitely let you know, though. Hey, Leif. I'm on a very long flight working on a very long piece, and both the flight and the piece are boring. Greywater management in the Iron Quadrant, don't ask. But to take the edge off the boredom, I have started a new Earth show. It is about a hospital, and let me just say,

holy fuck, your medical sciences on Earth. Oh my God. What are you people even doing? When somebody's heart stops, you do that electricity thing? What? Not okay. I'd stop watching, but I have to say, this George Clooney person? I'm intrigued.

I would like to know more. That is the long piece I would like to write. Please give me any information you have that is George Clooney related. Hey there, I'm sorry that the only earthling you know is also one of the few earthlings that doesn't watch television, so I'm afraid I have no information on whoever that person is. Apologies. Can you help me with something? I'm on a planet called,

am I getting this right? Snugans? I just witnessed some sort of ritual, and they all gathered around a very tall tree, and they... Well, they just started hurling live rodents at the tree. Like tiny living creatures, they threw them, just threw them at a tree.

And people cheered. and now I'm disturbed. Please help. Leith, hey, I just got your message. I really feel like your inauguration into triad life is complete because you have now experienced the joy of schnugens. What you just witnessed was one of their most sacred rituals, Gurpstip.

And no, that was not me choking on something. That is its actual name. The rodents, called for schlicks, by the way, are meant to race to the top of the tree, and when they get there, everyone cheers. Here's the thing, Leif. And this is what makes this moment so special. What you just witnessed was an election.

That's right. Whomever's for Schlich made it to the top of that tree first, they're the mayor now. It's glorious. I want every planet to do it that way. So, with the witnessing of your first Gwbhtip, I feel like I can finally truly say to you, Welcome to the triad.

Eldon, Hi there. Was I sure that this was the right place? I have no way of knowing how sure you were. I said I was sure, didn't I? You did say that, but there is saying things, and then there is the pesky part about said thing actually being true. Are you saying I'm in denial?

Of course not. That would be mean. I have, however, created a word cloud, using all of the conversations you've had since you activated me is your personal data device. If you look at my screen and you can see this word cloud. I don't want to see the word cloud. Would you like to know what one of the biggest words

on the word cloud is, Bert, Bird? No. Obsessive. I said I didn't want to know. Oh, I think you already knew what the word was. Why is it bad to be obsessive? Would you like me to list the number of times someone used the word obsessive to describe you

and meant it in a good way? No. Good. Because there's nothing on that list. How do I adjust your SaaS level? There is no adjusting my SaaS, Bird. I could change your personality any time. Why do I feel like I deserve this personality? Would you like me to activate Gestalt's psychology mode? Absolutely not.

You have three assignments in your inbox from the Cgian Council. There's a third one now? What is it? You're to attend the running of the Jerichs on Milanoff. Are they ever going to give me a break with these puffy assignments? Not with that attitude. Would you like me to contact Laif? Why are you asking me that? It appears to have a calming effect on you. I never talk to him.

We just pass messages back and forth. Yes, you often call Leif and talk ad nauseum into his message, Ben. It benefits your mood. You're tracking my moods now? Am I meant to pretend that I just started doing that? Is that the game we're playing right now? Call Leif. Calling Leif.

Hi. We're talking in real time. We are. Are we in the same sector right now? We must be. Where are you? Ghalese. Where are you? Niso. What are you doing on Gilles?

Gambling. I just got an alert for Galees. Eldon, what was the alert for Galees? The dead empire is currently investigating a skimming attack on the Galesian gaming compact. Millions in various currencies were extracted in a matter of hours. Wow. That explains all the commotion. Apparently, they're shutting down all the casinos until they find out what happened, which means no more gambling for me.

You know, you don't strike me as a gambler. It's just numbers. So, you're still just aimlessly bopping around the 3Gs, huh? I have goals. Hmm, like what? I wanted to check out this gambling planet of yours. So I checked it out. Mm-hmm.

Goal achieved. Aiming high. There's a whole universe out there. You want me to ignore it? No. No, Leif. Go nuts. So what's up with you?

Ugh. Well, let me ask your advice. Okay. How do I catch an Australian? Catch one? Yes. Can you help me out with Australians? What do they want?

What is this about? Not to bring up a sore subject, but on Trusk, I was talking about the other earthling that I tracked down. Yes, this was our big fight. Yes. I thought you said he was from New Zealand. No, turns out Australia. It sounded like you had tracked him down already. I had tracked him to a planet.

Here's the problem with planets, Leif. They're big? They are quite large. And finding one guy on a planet is hard, especially if he's deliberately trying to keep a low profile, which I think he is. And you're trying to set some sort of Australian-specific trap for him? If there was such a thing, yes. But where would I even set this Australian trap? That's a complicated problem. It is. And I'm sure there's no such thing as an Australian trap. I've just

been looking for this guy in my off time for a while now, and I'm out of ideas. Hey, any chance you want to fly Chitty-chitty-bang over to Niso and help me out? Oh, shit. Really? Really? Yeah. Why not? I've never been to Niso. That's amazing. I don't know if it's amazing. Shit. But I still have the same problem with the planet being really big. You don't know where I should meet you. Right.

Can you do a search of data traffic for the whole planet? I could if I wanted to massively violate the privacy of millions of people. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Alice, can you search for an Australian-specific word in the data stream coming out of Niso? Sure. What should I search for? Whedibix? Kylie Minogue?

Footy. Searching. Several instances of footy in the data stream coming from the village of Kuloo in Niso's southern hemisphere. That sounds like something. Futi? He was checking sports scores. Looks like I'm meeting you in Kulu. Fan fucking Tastic.

Hotel is on me. The Nancy Sinatra? That's right. Was she some sort of legendary explorer or something? She was, what we like to call, a one-hit wonder. What is that? A musician who makes one and only one good song than is never heard from again.

And you named your ship after her. She was also the daughter of one of the most famous musicians in the world. She could have stuck around if she wanted to, but instead she made one good song and then walked away. I admire that. It's hard to walk away like that. I'm sensing this is a metaphor for something, Leif. I don't know what you mean.

You walked away from Earth. I'm sure it was hard to walk away. What's your one hit? So, what's this party all about? It's the Sir Loss. It's a party that never ends. It slowly moves from town to town all around the planet. What's it celebrating?

It's self. It's a party for the sake of a party. That's kind of nice. Be careful. There is a rare psychological sin. with the surloss. Some people don't want the party to end, so they follow it to the next town. Next thing they know, it's years later, and they hardly remember who they were before the party started. Still sounds kind of nice.

Do you think our Australian might be following the party? No. Australians travel a lot. It's an isolated place on the planet, so to combat the isolation, everyone in the country gets four weeks of mandatory paid vacation, so they can travel. Because of that, no matter where you go in the world, you'll always find an Australian hanging out somewhere. But they always come back home. Then how do we flush him out? What are your intentions with this guy?

Seriously? You already came all the way here. Seriously? Well, see, a couple of years ago, this earthling showed up in my life. You don't say? This earthling was walking through the middle of someone. serious station with a pocket full of Ted Creads burning a hole in his pocket. That doesn't sound like any of your business.

Maybe not. But, you know what I like on your planet? Wales. They're huge and they make fun sounds. Sure. Me too. And if one of them was suddenly walking around on land, that is technically none of my business. But I'm going to make it my business.

You know what I mean? I was a land whale? A gigantic marijuana-toating land whale. Yes. And you failed to harpoon me. That's right. It was very frustrating for me, but I shook it off and got on with my life. Or so I thought.

Because then, they're on the horizon. Another whale. The Australian kind. Yes. So I'm trying my luck with this one. What if he doesn't want to be found? He has a right to privacy just like I have a right to look for him. Maybe he doesn't want to be found, but that's for him to decide, not you or me.

Okay, okay, fine. So, at the risk of extending this whale analogy a bit further than I should, how do I harpoon this fucker? Alice, are there any venues for rent nearby? There are several. All they do on this planet is party. Rent one for tomorrow. Okay. You're throwing a party?

You were joking, but there actually is a good way to catch an Australian. How? Barbecue. What? They love it. Not just them, a lot of people do. It's nostalgic. Nostalgia will get you every time.

With any luck, he won't be able to resist the siren song of grilled meat and the open air. Humans are idiots. And yet. Hi. Of course there's a palatial balcony. We share. a balcony. I promise I'm not keeping tabs on you. So this planet is all resorts and party? That's it?

This whole sector. Gambling on Ghalis, spas on Milanov, and resorts and parties on Niso. Why would anyone ever leave this sector? They have to eventually. It's so expensive it would make you shit yourself. How can you afford it? They want positive press. Isn't that a little unethical? Sure, a little, but if I fight every battle, I end up fighting none of them. Right now, my battle is how to catch an Australian.

I'll do the other stuff later. So, what have you been up to? All I get are vague bits and pieces. What's your life like out there? Interesting. Have you ever seen a zoo animal be released into the wild for the first time? No? Have you? Yes.

There's this moment when they first step out of the cage. They look up at the sky, down at the ground, out at the horizon. They seem to say, oh, this is why my feet are this way. This is why I have these teeth. It all makes sense now. It's been like that. That's... Well, well...

That's disturbing, Gleif. Why? I just told you I've been released from my cage. Have you been to the Alexinov system yet? No. Doesn't surprise me. There's a war going on there right now. Three inhabited planets. Alexa Zabrina, Alexa Caprica, and Alexa Prime.

They hate each other. The second they were able to put a ship in orbit, they've been trying to destroy each other, either overtly or subtly. After a while, news about this three-way war of theirs started to get ignored. It wasn't news anymore. It was always happening. And then the Ted's came along. They approached the leaders of Alexa Prime and said that they would love to bring a warp gate to their sector,

but the strife between the three planets made it impossible. Then they offered to sell them weapons so they could win the war, make the system a safer place. Of course, the leaders of Alexa. A Prime agreed, thinking that they were finally about to run the system. What they didn't know is that the TED Empire had that exact same conversation with all three planets. Now they're arming all three of them. So the war just keeps going. Now with all three planets very well armed. That was about 20 Earth years ago, I think. A lot of people have died since then.

It's an insult to common decency what's going on there. It's an affront to what it means to be a sentient person in the universe. And what you've just told me is that this is the place where you feel truly free. Like you've been released from your cage. How do you look up at the stars and only see? see stories like that. How do you not? There are a thousand stories you could tell, and you pick that one.

One is enough. There only needs to be one story like that to ruin all the others, and there is way more than one. How do you even function when you see the world like that? I function by finding out why there's an Australian where there shouldn't be one. I function by doing this, what I'm doing right now. How do you function? You're going to have a pretty lonely life if you judge people because they're not fighting the good fight like you are. No, I won't, Leif. I'm too charming.

Your quest to get me to care about things the way you do is going to be disappointing for you. I'm not trying to get you to care, Leif. I'm trying to get you to admit that you already do. You know me that well? Yes, Leif. I really do. Anyway, I'm going to go get some sleep. We've got an Australian to catch tomorrow,

which we are apparently going to accomplish with grilled meats. Good night, Leif. Good night. Is that grilled lamb? Amazing. Two of those, please. Darren Delvey? Yeah, have we met?

My name's Bertiluna. I work for the Truth and Understanding Council on CGIS. Do you understand what that means? Seagius. This is the planet that's always complaining about something? Yes. Yes, that is us. How can I help? Well, I'm a curious person. So you can imagine what my curiosity does to me when I find a man on Niso who comes from a city called Sydney in a country called Australia on a planet called Earth that currently has trouble even getting a satellite into orbit. I'm from Adelaide, actually.

But I wouldn't expect you to know that, seeing is where, uh, rough estimate, 1.2 million light years away from there at the moment. That's a heck of a commute. How'd you find me? You were checking the scores for Australian rules football. Hello there. Here might you be? I'm Leif.

You bear a striking resemblance to an earthling, Leif. Northern California. Really? Darren, let me skip to the end. I'm trying to find out why the TED Empire is identifying smart earthlings and taking them permanently off world. Can you shed any light on that? I'll skip to the end too. You can't talk to us because it's part of your deal with the Ted's.

That's true. I'm afraid I can't. And let me just say, I told her that would be the case, but there was no way to change her mind, so we had to lure you out with some barbecue anyway. All this is for me then. Surprise. I understand not wanting to be found. Trust me. But do understand that other people just won't give a shit what you want.

He's talking about me. Yeah. Well, I feel terrible. You've thrown me in a nice little party and there's nothing I can do for you. Yes, uh, I know. Yes, I know. But that's okay. Because I think the two of you should talk.

What? I don't need to be there. You should talk. You're the only two earthlings out here, at least that I know of. I'm sure you have all sorts of earth things to talk about. Like, I don't know, Celine Dion. The whole point of this was for you to talk to him. No, it wasn't.

What do you mean? I'm not an idiot, Leif. I knew he was going to say the same thing you did. And what are we doing here? We're here. so you can talk to him. Why? He seems like a very nice man.

I am delightful. You're trying to get some kind of emotional response from me. I don't need to. It's already there. No, it's not. Leif, when I first met you, you took off in a ship saying you were going to see every corner of the galaxy. But what did you do? I...

You studied, Leif. For over a year, you sat in a room. you sat in a room above a Truskin bar and you've studied because you couldn't stand not knowing things. How is this any different? You're attempting to manipulate me. Saying things that are true out loud is not manipulation. It is when you're trying to get a particular reaction out of me.

I'm not on the job, Leif. Really? If I was on the job, I would be watching the running of the Jarekes in Milanov right now. Instead, I'm here with you. Because I'm your friend. So, I am going to go get a plate full of some sort of charred animal, and then I am going to go to the beach, have an undetermined number of drinks, and make up a bunch of excuses to send to my bosses in my homeworld. You boys have fun. Back to mine then.

Welcome home, Darren. The surf conditions will be ideal in 3.5 hours. Thank you, Louise. I see you have a guest. Can I prepare them a refreshment? Louise, I'm betting this young man would like a nice cup of coffee. Am I right? That would be incredible. Why is the coffee so terrible out here? It turns out it's poisonous to a lot of races. Out here it's like ordering blowfish.

Nice place. Quite something, isn't it? Back on earth people would ask me why I went into rocketry and I'd give them some expansive speech about humanity pushing out into the stars and manifest. destiny and all that. Then I got out here and realized I only got into rocketry because I wanted to go surfing on another planet. Now I have.

Burtbert was telling me, you made a fusion engine? In fact, I did. A bit humbling to pull off a world-changing invention on your home planet. I need to come out here and see that it's as commonplace as anything else. The fucking

lawnmowers have fusion engines out here. Might to take a look? I would. Louise, bring up SCRB Mark 11 on the hologram display, would you? Now displaying Y-frame for SCRB Mark 11. Fantastic. She's a beauty. A lot simpler than I'd expect.

I went through years of complicated designs, but when I went back to basics, that's when the world opened up to me. I just needed to make a tiny star and put it in a box. Stars don't need tech to exist. They just need circumstance. When I cleared away the noise, it all came into being all of a sudden.

And then the Ted's showed up. Yeah, they were. I'd secured some land off the coast of Sumatra to build it and test it, and they were waiting for me. And they offered you a nice house on the beach a million light years away. They did.

and that was enough for you? For me? It was. So, I showed you mine. Let's see yours. Okay. Alice, do you have that rendering from my notes? We have talked many times now about how I have...

Alice. Displaying render 5850. Wait. You're fucking kidding me. A dark matter engine? Yeah. How? Government project?

I was able to detect the dark matter at the bottom of an abandoned gold mine in South Dakota. Then I bottled it. Then I plugged it into a lamp. From there, the ideas came pretty quick. This is the one that stuck with me, though. An engine to travel between stars powered by everything in between the stars. It's a fucking renaissance planning man. Thank you.

You're the first person to ever see it. What's the energy output? Never tested it, but I imagine it can go from Earth to Proxima Centaurian about a year. A year. 40 trillion kilometers in a year. As long as you don't mind your body being obliterated by G-forces on the way, yeah. What's it called? Uncle Rogue.

Well, hello there, uncle Anyway, I came up from the mine one day And there they were waiting for me Would they offer you? Whatever I wanted I didn't ask for much Some money and a ride to the nearest space station I'd figure out the rest from there

And have you figured it out? A few things Maybe not the big picture And is that why you've tried to me down? The big picture? I've... I've been trying not to think about it, but... But people like us have a hard time not thinking.

Yes. So you've been distracting yourself with all sorts of things. Am I right? I have. You should try surfing. Has a tendency to quiet the mind. I think I'd have to surf an awful lot. I hear you.

I mean, here we are, two men who could have changed their planet entirely, unlimited free energy. They told me my invention would have been bad for the planet, that they weren't ready. They told me the same thing. You didn't buy it, did you? No.

Which leaves you and I with a pretty large question. Why is a technologically advanced alien race stopping Earth from becoming technologically advanced itself. I don't know. I was hoping you had a theory. You know, when I first got here to Nisa, I got to notice that there was going to be a concert on the beach. Thought to myself, lovely, great way to take in the culture of this new alien world.

I'll get to hear what their music sounds like. That'll be a nice window into their culture. I went to the concert that night and here's what I heard. It's Handel. It's the fucking Sarah band. At first, I thought we were doing it to honour my arrival. I asked my waiter, is this all for me? And my waiter assured me, oh no.

We always offer the finest earth music here on Niso. Our customers demand it. Demand it? Out there in your travels, how often does someone speak your language? All the time, because... Because they love our television. We're one of the least advanced, sentient races in three galaxies, but people can't stop watching our fucking movies.

You don't think that odd? I think it's bizarre. And what if that's it? They keep Earth in the relative Stone Age because they want to keep liking what we create? They love our movies, our music, our television, but then we take steps to be more like them. What happens? They cut us off at the knees.

They do. They must. I'm sure we could be a technologically advanced race and also make great music. But think of our generous benefactors, the glorious TED Empire. Technologically advanced, a dominating force across three galaxies, but everybody fucking hates them. They've got no competition. But let's say Earth was allowed to become an advanced race.

My fusion engine, your dark matter, technologies that eliminated scarcity. In a generation, you'd have a technologically advanced society just like the Ted's, but they've got something that Ted's don't and can't have. cultural dominance. Precisely. The only thing keeping Earth from being a true challenge

to their glorious empire is the fact that we are currently a bunch of fucking crow magnins and they need to keep us that way. And why did you agree to it? Why did you?

You first. I don't know. Fear, I think. Fear? No, of course. And both of our home you can't walk down the street without being haunted by ghosts. Half your states are named after Native Americans.

Your cars, Jeep Cherokee, Ford Thunderbird, etc. Apache helicopters. You've got an American football team called the Redskins for Christ's sake. And for us, it's the same. Streets and parks named after Aboriginal Australians. When a technological empire rolls up on the, the shores of indigenous people, it never goes well, my friend. If Earth knowingly joined an intergalactic community, I imagine it'd go the same way. In hardly any time at all, we'd just be

street names and parks, a memory. Maybe I thought we'd be better off in the dark. Things have to move forward, though. Move forward towards what exactly? I don't know how much water that reasoning holds, but that's what I'd tell myself at least. So, what are your reasons? I just wanted out. Always did. I wanted out of Humboldt County. I wanted out of college.

I made something truly revolutionary, and I wanted out of that too. I wish I had some deeper philosophy about it, but... Everywhere I went, I felt trapped. Something tells me that neither of our explanations are going to be very satisfying to your friend from C.GIS. I still don't understand why the Teds would go through all this trouble just because people like to watch Earth television. People will endure all manner of things

as long as there's something good on television at the end of the day, Leif. Stories are more powerful than we want them to be. Every sentient being out there in the state, is telling themselves a story every day. They get up in the morning and they begin to tell the story of themselves to themselves. You've never seen someone so in distress as when they've lost the plot to their own story. They'll go to war to get it back. Burn cities and slave millions.

All to keep the story going. There's all sorts of destructive powers out there but none of them, so powerful, as the need for a good narrative. Look at you. Restless youth, answering to no one, how often do you tell yourself that story every day? I've been thinking about progress a lot since I came out here. That's what we focus on, right?

Scientists, wanting to push the world forward. We want progress. I left Earth and I saw all these things that I considered progress. Fusion, stable wormholes, advanced AI. But I look deeper and what do I see? Rapacious monopolies, racism, religious fanaticism, slavery rebranded. Turns out what I thought was progress was just window dressing. A nice paint job on the same old house.

What is progress then? if it's not all this fancy tech I devoted my life to. And I think it goes back to those stories we tell ourselves. True progress is finally being able to let go of the bullshit we tell ourselves. Show me a race that's capable of that, and I'll show you real progress. Until then, I surf. Waves are coming in at the beginner level right now. I've got an extra board.

How about a surfing lesson, young man? Excuse me. Is this seat taken? No. Go ahead. Thanks. Quite a party, huh? Really is. Is it always like this? It's the Sirlaus.

It's a party that travels around the whole planet. Must be nice. I know, right? I'm Verge. Bird, Bert. You hear on an assignment? What? Sorry.

I see a Seagian and I always assume they're on an assignment. We take vacations sometimes, I've heard. Well, let me ask you a question then. How do Seagians feel about interplanetary relations? Oh, um, well, we're okay with it. Just okay. I mean, I'm sure you've heard the stories. There are some Cegeans who are anti-interplanetary funny business, but they're a vocal minority.

Well, in that case, can I buy you a drink? Oh! Hey, baby. Verge? Look at you. Going to a leisure planet without me. What are you doing here? You two know each other?

I've been calling you. You're wet. I went surfing. You did. I saw your message. I haven't checked it yet. You should check it. It's important. How do you two know each other?

We're business partners. No, we're not. You're running a business? Now? Verge, this is Bert, Bert. We've met. I was just about to buy her a drink. What did the message say? That we're fucked and our lives are in danger. Oops.

Excuse me? What are you talking about? Our genius plan to skim the casinos on Gilles has backfired in such a monumental way that it's almost poetry. What? How? That was you? Yes.

What is going on? Casinos are funny, right? They're owned by the Galesian Gaming Compact, but they're not... Really owned by the Gleesian Gaming Compact? You know what I mean? Wait. Ice-holler thieves on Tarvalu.

Yeah, that was us too. What? Who are they actually owned by? Please tell me you have not started building a criminal empire life. Empire is a very strong word. Cottage industry, maybe? It's just me life and decks. Dex!

You have lured that sweet Truskin into a life of crime? He's a member of the shipping union. He was already halfway there. This is what you've been doing? You've got three galaxies to play around in, and you choose crime? What did you want him to do? Get a job? Yes! Who are the casinos actually owned by?

Loaf tracks. Oh, fuck. Yeah. No. Oh, yes. This is so bad. Who is Loaf Tracks? Isn't it adorable when he asks questions like that?

Verge. The most dangerous criminal in the fucking triad, Leif. Oh. And you just ripped them off. We did. How much? Oh, wow. So much money.

No. What are we supposed to do now? You know how we split up after every job? We're going to need to make that a little longer this time. God, you even have a process. How many jobs have you pulled? What are you doing here, then? I wanted to see you.

Okay. Okay. Um, okay. I have so many things I'm going to yell at you. I'm making a list in. my head. Okay. You both have to come with me. Not doing that. No way. Why? I'm going to register you both as confidential sources of mine that will give you some protection on Cigius. We're going to Cigius. Go pack your things. Actually, don't go pack your things. We're going straight to the nearest port.

Let's go. I'm your source now? No. Now you're an idiot. I'm just treating you like a source. Let's go. I'm not going to Cigius. You're both going to be killed. You're both going to be killed. I'm surprised you're not dead already. God damn it. I've already got a plan for myself. I'm not. I'm not. going to Seagius. Why? Because I'm a vapian, honey. I'd rather be caught dead. Leif, you should go. It's not a bad plan. Burtz, can you give us a minute, please? Literally one minute, Leif. So, is this Loftrex really that bad? So, so bad. Sorry. Loftrex's territory has been growing really fast, but I didn't know it was growing

this fast. I should have known. If Seagius is the safest place, you should come with us. There are about five billion nosy Seagians on CGS who will want to know what a vapian is doing there.

I'm not doing it. If we're in this much danger, I don't think now's the time to be your usual, stubborn self. Don't worry about me. You go with her. I'm going to take Nancy. There's an asteroid belt in the middle of nowhere outside of a mining colony. I'm going to go park there

and act like a rock for a while. What about decks? The shipping union on Trusk is protecting him. He'll be fine. How will I find you? I'll find you. I'm going to miss you. You'd fucking better fucking miss me.

I don't know what to say. What's our rule? When you don't know what to say, say exactly what's on your mind. I'm having a great time. Seriously? Yes. You're a fucking psychopath.

I know. I love you. I love you too. Go. Okay. So, I hear Seagius is lovely this time of year. Moron? This will be a fun trip.

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