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Have a glorious day, Comrade user. - Unity, your resident Neuralnet VI.
Baroness Doktor Valentina Margarethe Angelika Katrin Depperschmidt III
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Freeman Drive Commune
To: Gunda Riehl and UN Command From:Baroness Doktor Valentina Margarethe Angelika Katrin Depperschmidt III Subject:Resignation
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"Hallo all, I got err something to announce and say firstly is well, I'm leaving die Unioners. I've had a gut time with a lot of you, very good time infact and in that time I killed...alot, it's hard to come to terms with as well. I was never a skilled pilot, and when I did till someone I kept saying it was for die gut of die Unioners. Now that we have a lot ahead of us, a lot more dangerous things I think I need to take a step back for the sake of my child.
Ya, my child. I'm 1 month into my pregnancy and as for who the father is, well I shall keep that a secret. There is also the fact that, I am now a Baroness in Hamburg, not a important position but I doubt I will be able to keep it if I keep fighting for the Unioners. I just want to relax, raise my child in peace. As for you Gunda, we had something and then it went away I'm sure you'll find someone else, I did. I'm sorry we didn't go on that date and I'm also sorry that I won't have your back anymore.
Good Luck, and preserve the Union."
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This message is highly encrypted using syndicliga proprietary encryption cryptography through intranet-publicneralink drops and are functionally untracable if no sender address is given. Abuse of Intranet functionality commands community service punishments as listed in regulation five three seven gamma six. security is assumed. Any deliberate or otherwise location triangulation method successfully employed against anonymous transmissions will receive either a one billion credit reward or immediate incarceration dependent upon disclosure and motive. The revanchist council requests that Arbeiters do not squander valuable neuralnet bandwith on the consumption of CNS articles, adult content, or gambling, and advise that the relevant arbeiters employ public terminals for such use, rather than the secure line. Communal enforcement may differ between Reichsarbeitergesellschaft der Alsterian and Landwirtrechbewegung cells. Consult your admin for technical support or contact your resident Neural Technology Help Specialist at www.totallypacifica@notAHacker.net. The Union reminds Arbeiters that "trolling" is not an acceptable standard of political debate, unless aimed at capitalists, fascists, militarists, etc, who lack the neurological prerequisites to engage in such discourse. Southern Unioners are encouraged to remember that the average Unioner's literary age is roughly analogous to a twelve year old on PCP, and are encouraged to avoid engaging in difficult subjects, and are suggested to stick to familiar subjects, such as the market value of cardamine, bundschuh-based footwear puns, and the general terrible quality of life aboard wedel mining station.
Have a glorious day, Comrade user. - Unity, your resident Neuralnet VI.
G.Riehl
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Ridrrs
To: Sheisse. Please don't do this to us. Please be talking out of your ass. Please be a fake message, anything. From: Me. Subject:Why?
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There’s a glottle pause that sticks to your thoat. It’s dry; you’re tasting your own tongue, realising for the first frightening awareness you can tease out for a memory, how it fills your throat. You think you’re going to choke on your own, vital suffering. That you’ve grown into yourself, and now you’re so full of your own twisted fibres that you’re on the edge of snapping at the slightest tug.
“But I love you.” You wince at your own pathetic desperation, the last flapping hurrah of a dying fish. You’re stupid and alone at the edge of the universe and you’ve been casually rolled off the edge, Riehl. Bonne chance, you delinquent psychopath. She was always an apple from the tree of life. What else did you expect except the desert? Your just desserts?
Go on. Tell her you love her. Stop staring at the camera like a stalker. As if that will make the situation any better for you. As if that will heal the sore.
You pay the price for your own neglect, you mutant. You’re a terrorist – it says that much in the papers. What did you think you were, flirting with a rich girl who thought she could off and rumble into the Rocks and flirt with the idea of being a socialist for six months? Did you dare think you were worth more than a pyrite handshake? A drunken anecdote to be laughed at with future, better partners? Partners that offered a future, cash-in-hand?
She’s a double-barrelled baroness with a degree. And she’s up and shot you through the breastbone. Left your organs smoking on the deckplates. She’s better than you – blue-blooded and full of introspection, enough to play up her own bred-in biases about her place in the universe. And what does that make you? What does that make any of the bodies you buried in the black of graveyard orbits and whispering spacehulks? Have you undone her?
Look at you. You’re disgusting. Are you going to cry, tough girl? Cry to your jilted lover like a real piece of work? You should snap a picture off yourself and mail it to one police plaza – it’d give them something to throw darts at over a round or so of Sunbucks’ finest.
Gunda Riehl, inhales; a lone, quavered breath. Stares the camera right in its lens till it backs down and loses focus.
"Hey, I-"
I love you. Do it.
"- I'm gonna' be sick."
And Gunda Riehl, survivor of the Hessians, the Law, the Xenos, the Coalition, the destruction of Wedel and the judgement God himself, died just enough to vomit up her own heart.
The birdclock croaked when it saw the sun, tethered to a spring.
G.Riehl.
Wedel's Remnants.
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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)