vestige network.

[Now that everyone is awake and not shared dreaming. Have a talking gorilla on the network!]

Uh, hello there. To hopefully get a few things out of the way, yes I can talk, no you're not imagining it. How can I talk? It's complicated.

My name is Winston, nice to um, meet you all?

[He winces with an awkward smile.]

So I've been having a look at the network set up here through the device provided and it's interesting to say the least. A few of my major questions have been answered looking back at things, but gotta ask just in case. Are these Technicians available for a chat or is this on a "them" basis?

[ Her voice comes through first, as she fiddles with settings on her phone, grumbling as she does so— a voice that sounds like it's coming through a mechanical filter, with a metallic hum behind it. One might assume that there's something wrong with her microphone. ]

What in the Maker...? Who designed this comm unit? It doesn't even have a holo function! Where is the bloody... Ah, there we go.

[ Finally, she manages to turn the camera on, and one can see that the reason her voice sounds like it's coming through a vocoder is because, well... It is. ]

Yes, hello, I've read your entirely unhelpful pamphlet. On paper, no less. How primitive! There's only one part of it I find even remotely interesting, and that is, why is the moon haunted? What is it haunted by? Why has no one gone up there to put an end to the hauntings? It's only a few hundred thousand kilometers, judging by what I can see of it, give or take some, depending on the moon's size.

[ Look, she's the best navigator in the galaxy, but there's only so much you can do by eyeballing it. She needs sensors, readouts, data, something! ]

And another thing. While trying to access the communication function on this horrid little device, I found what appears to be a dating profile? For me, about me, definitely not written by me. And just to head off any potential takers— unless you're inorganic, I'm not interested, so you can stop such foolish notions right there.

Now. If someone could direct me to the nearest hot oil bath, it would be appreciated. This cold weather is hell on my circuits.