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Right on.

>I don't think I need a suit yet. I am quite pleased with my progress.
Everyone has their own path, the suits happened to be mine (and those I picked up to be my waifus, assistants and contractees) and it was originally just a play with the possibilities of spacecraft technology. The more we can share and help each other progress the better, but if it's not for you, it isn't.

The world is, if possible, even thinner. One of the remaining agents (the last?) contacted me this morning, using word for word telepathy Hi, X here ;P
I sent him a custom lyran suit, it seemed to fit.

During the day the timelines collapsed even more (however that is possible) and I felt myself being pushed back against the red and black lyran suit which I had set to auto activate as back-up if things didn't hold up front. Blacknet showed a "loading" animated circle and the energy turned into a narrow pink stream for about 30 min, during which both my surface manifested bodies basically shut down. After the system adapted it's up and running again but this time there is no fluff left at all. It's rationalized but now it's visible just how thin the system is, the world is hanging entirely on it now (which I guess is a feat considering how new it is).

It seems to be the result of the hardheaded response from the "butthurt old man" faction, they still don't get it. They can back off and still survive, they are not fighting for their lives, they are fighting for expendable values. But they're dead set on trying to force "us" to back off, despite having us against a rock wall. It's like that radio communication when some US marine officer is telling a guy to change his course at sea. They argue back and forth and in the end he says
>we are the US marine, we have so-and so many ships, you have to change your course, we aren't going to
and the other guy says
>my crew is a goat, a cow and some geese, we are standing on land, this is a light house, please sir change your course
and the final response