Through the sliding doors of the CIC and walked down the floor beside her. SFS Lalande was devised as a Flagship for task force operations, like all h...r sister ships of the Krüger 60-class. M.J's "ready room" would normally have belonged to the commanding Admiral aboard. A place to host receptions and diner parties or impress foreign guests. The dimensions were luxurious for a warship, especially for a cruiser, and wasted the one thing which you never had enough of in outer space: space. But. No distinguishing features could be seen on these things save their entirely white eyes and the eerily toothy grin which was permanently transfixed on each of them. These beings never spoke, never directly interacted with people or objects, and always appeared during times of strife or conflict between individuals or groups. These things could not be explained nor could we interact with them directly. These passive observers silently watched our world as we continued to exist, wage war, and. Everything is fucked!”“There is that potential,” I was told.“The whole system is going to implode on itself,” I continued. “I have managed to destroy the music industry.”“Travis, step back for a minute,” The Professor advised. “Yes, the bigger corporations are going to take major hits. But think back to the lessons you’ve learned. The news is out and there are a lot of people with egg on their faces right now. What comes next?”“The fallout,” I replied.“And what will that be?” The Professor. "Hey... could you pick up your trash? I've been picking it all up for a few days, we should keep the room clean." I said. He rolled his eyes, "whatever..." he replied looking down at his phone, not really even acknowledging me. He threw something on the floor and I looked over to see if he would pick it up. It looked like he was getting ready to leave again as he turned to face me, "i'm going to go shower..." he said as I cut him off. "You could pick that up first." Again, rolling his eyes,.