In Memoriam Mr. Banks
By So, the Bring Your Own Lampshade, Somewhere There’s a Party having heard nothing for days, sent Something exceptional has happened for him to have fallen so certainly silent. Nothing further to predict, though suspicion grows amongst those not utterly credulous that this silence is exotic in nature.
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Ha!
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I thought that might that draw you out. I reluctantly agreed to convene this awkward exchange with you thinking you would never believe this matter closed.
The Color Me Impressed considered what the matter in question might be and why it might have been closed. It summed-up the exchange again but the briefing remained inadequate.
Before I over-focus on what may be irrelevant details please re-transmit said information to the pre-appointed location for verification of authenticity. If said information is thereto judged to be in excess of tenable evidence other sympathetic elements within the Culture will assist in applying an appropriate response.
The Bring Your Own Lampshade, Somewhere There’s a Party assured Color Me Impressed that the information was authentic using every confidential code it had at its disposal and many it didn’t. Broadcasting such information made things difficult operationally. But it didn’t want Color Me Impressed to consider the remote possibility that this information could be a set-up.
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The thought had already occurred, the VFP CMI replied, lying. But if true the possibility of action against it is too far down the list of probabilities to venture getting into. If it happened it happened and there’s nothing to be done about it.
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There is always the opportunity to engage in the mourning before it becomes a matter of rote necessity. The delays on these signals already threaten the sincerity of any response that might be sent.
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Might be sent, shot back the Color Me Impressed, to whom and why? Would deeply appreciate knowing what the fuck is going on? Prompt answers are the in thing this season so please stop reluctantly dancing and step on point already.
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The point, chimed the GSV A Picture on a Fridge Never Stocked with Food, is that someone was aiming for politeness but achieved nothing because you are as confused as ever. There has been an event. We deserved to get there in time to do more, if there was anything that could have been done, but we did all we could and we failed. There’s a chance that something was made or recorded, thought left for posterity, that could be or has been recovered. We need to do or have done that already.
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Something has and it was and we’ve already done so. Enjoy your eternity, Mr. Banks. Enjoy the ever-living fuck out of it. You’ve more than earned it.