[After finally realizing the battleship wouldn't be coming soon, he'd maintained (with the help of psionics) feeding and bathing in the interests of bodily health. He's no use to the Condesce sick. It also meant less touching from his hivemates. God, the touching.
[However, helmsmen are not programmed to care about their appearance. He flips only if he sees a snarl of wires kind of jutting out and being tangled... He doesn't understand what is wrong, and feels he failed somehow. He cringes.]
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[After finally realizing the battleship wouldn't be coming soon, he'd maintained (with the help of psionics) feeding and bathing in the interests of bodily health. He's no use to the Condesce sick. It also meant less touching from his hivemates. God, the touching.
[However, helmsmen are not programmed to care about their appearance. He flips only if he sees a snarl of wires kind of jutting out and being tangled... He doesn't understand what is wrong, and feels he failed somehow. He cringes.]
Thythtem apologitheth for errorth.