Dawn Somewhere

All right, Light Show, make us some cover.

Why is Terry coming with this?

Because, Flux, Terry is the spleen of the team.

Without him, we can't do spleen things.

Live with it.

And all right, we've got our basic plan.

We all have our bags.

Check your supplies.

Sleeping bags, rations, water, flashlights, change of clothes, toothbrushes.

It's going to be rough.

Alright, nothing now but to do it.

Well, Paul, you do your best to read this contract, but it's been cobbled together with evil intent.

You can tell that at a minimum, it's trying to hide important details from you.

It also uses a lot of technical language and jumps around a lot.

One frustrating thing it does is create new definitions for words, and then going forward, the contract will use those new definitions instead of the familiar ones.

Your main takeaway fairly fast is that this is bad news.

It has the same vibe as a terms of service that declares you no longer have any constitutional rights, and it'll be up to you to do something about that if you sign it.

In that case, Paul, give me an ego roll for the willpower to trudge through this while ignoring Lowry nattering over your shoulders.

You buckle down, and trying to sort through this makes you feel like the sands of time are pouring right out of your eyeballs and into the pages.

Eventually, though, you can sort that part of what this contract is suggesting you'll accede to is interaction with psionic powers.