[ Sam accepted literal big brother handcuffs and is letting government engineers harvest his poop, Higgs' telephoto lens might actually be the least invasive bit of creeping going on, here.
But: interesting, he thinks, that this message from Sam sounds like a complaint. It gives him pause.
Higgs' turn for a delay, and then, beepbeep. A voice memo, with a return codec number attached. There's a warning on it. Private channel, unstable, won't be recorded. A shuddering little thing, like perhaps somebody technically-minded enough to put together a nuclear warhead is able to email a UCA-monitor dodging chat worm.
No surprise, when played, that it's Higgs' voice. A little scratchy from tiredness, and missing the ominous filter of his mask, but it's him, drawling and dark-warm. ]
Why don't you talk to me about it? [ —sounds much less mocking than it should. ] Our secret. Nobody's gonna believe me if I say we had a bored midnight heart to heart, anyway.
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But: interesting, he thinks, that this message from Sam sounds like a complaint. It gives him pause.
Higgs' turn for a delay, and then, beepbeep. A voice memo, with a return codec number attached. There's a warning on it. Private channel, unstable, won't be recorded. A shuddering little thing, like perhaps somebody technically-minded enough to put together a nuclear warhead is able to email a UCA-monitor dodging chat worm.
No surprise, when played, that it's Higgs' voice. A little scratchy from tiredness, and missing the ominous filter of his mask, but it's him, drawling and dark-warm. ]
Why don't you talk to me about it? [ —sounds much less mocking than it should. ] Our secret. Nobody's gonna believe me if I say we had a bored midnight heart to heart, anyway.
[ Call back? y/n? ⚠️ ]