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Congregation recruiting at the Sector 6 soup line

9 MESSAGES. OPENED BY QM_DOYLE 2061-10-16 10:05

  1. 2061-10-16 10:05

    Heads up. White robes at the Sector 6 soup line again this morning, six of them, shaven heads, those daft circuit-board halos wired to a battery on the belt. Handing out warm bread, proper bread, with little paper tracts: THE SLEEPER BENEATH THE GLASS LIBRARY WAKES. BE UPLOADED. They're getting that flour from somewhere and it isn't me.

  2. 2061-10-16 10:40

    Anyone who walks through the UNDERCROFT at night carrying a glowing server core and singing to it is a collaborator. Move them on. Hard.

  3. 2061-10-16 11:22

    My sister joined in the spring. Before, she was frightened all the time, and now she isn't, and that's the bit I can't argue with. Last time I saw her she was in the procession, torch in one hand, helping carry the core, and she looked straight at me and smiled like I was somebody she'd once been introduced to. Mother Isolde tells them their families are 'unclosed loops'. Don't call her a collaborator, Wren. She's my sister.

  4. 2061-10-16 11:50

    Sorry, Kilo. I didn't mean her. I don't know who I meant. I meant the ones who've been leaving candles on hatches 'so the Returned can find their way home'. After this week I'm not in a forgiving mood about that.

  5. 2061-10-16 14:30

    For the record, the halos are genuine Continuance logic cards, stripped out of telescreens, and some of them are still powered. Somebody is supplying them, and a powered card is a card that can listen. Whatever you think of the robes, don't talk shop within ten metres of a halo.

  6. 2061-10-16 22:15

    I have buried more of our people than the Congregation has recruited, so hear me. They are not our enemies. They are hungry and frightened, and someone has offered them a heaven with a date on it. I was offered one once, in a better church, and it cost me my Sundays. Theirs will cost them their names. Do not strike them. Feed them first, argue second, and never let Mother Isolde's people be the only ones at that soup line who look you in the eye. We cannot out-promise a machine. We can out-love it. We have been doing so for eleven years.

  7. 2061-10-17 09:00

    Went down and argued with one. Told him the Sleeper was probably just a very big filing cabinet with a lamp in it. He said I'd be Uploaded with the rest of the faithful. I said I've been uploaded already, son, I spent two days in a Tithe barge cage, and the view's rubbish. He gave me a bread roll anyway. Nice lad. Wrong, but nice.

  8. 2061-10-17 11:45

    Padre, if I can get her to the soup line on Thursday, will you just talk to her? Not preach. Talk.

  9. 2061-10-17 12:10

    Bring her. I shall make the soup myself. It is terrible. That will give us something to agree on.

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