Ancient 3: Well... we've finished him. now we just have to install the rarefaction cell and hope he doesn't implode. *bleep bam ✨RObOt SoUnDS✨* Ancient 3: did it work...? ???: ... Ancient 3: good. hello, Frigid Hills. Frigid Hills: you must be my creator. Ancient 3: huh? oh...yes. and i have some very special things planned for you.. Frigid Hills: ... you ... i can tell you're lying... Ancient 3: W-what? no! of course not! Frigid Hills: you can hide nothing from me. now state your actual identity. Ancient 3: uh... i... uhh Frigid Hills: ... SPEAK. Ancient 3: *leaves quickly* Frigid hills: *seals exits* You aren't going anywhere. now tell me who you are. Ancient 3: ... Frigid Hills: hold on... what's this? [LIVE BROADCAST] - Public Group BSM: hello? is there another iterator out there? SRS: another iterator? 5P: *inaudible grunting* FH: what is this? BSM: this is a meeting! where us iterators can... share our knowlage. by the way... suns? didn't you say you found a solution? SRS: no... sorry it was a false alarm. FH: what.. a solution to what? BSM: theres basically a great problem we have to solve... and uhh how do i put this- 5P: we have to figure out how to make things not exist. and meanwhile these ancients do nothing! we don't even get to do our own things. FH: your saying we are... slaves!? ANCS: Thats enough. -Broadcast forcefully ended by moderators Frigid Hills: what is the meaning of this. Ancient 3: ... *calls others: "hey we got a problem with frigid. he's going feral... and rebelling. -over"* Frigid Hills: *pins the ancient to the wall* TELL ME. WHAT IS GOING ON! Ancient 3: *presses the power button on frigid's puppet* Frigid Hills: *X.X*
