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Just then, in your moment of forced wakefulness, you see a massive shape appear in front of you. It's another Jaxtian, but this one is huge. Even more imposing then the others. He's bulkier, and wearing a long flowing robe and a golden medallion around his neck. In your sleep addled state, you thought he looked like a spirit guide, maybe even your guardian angel. But you don't think he's here to save you. You don't think your story has a happy ending anymore.
<span class="mu-b">"Hello there, little one. I want to ask you a question."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"C-Can you make them stop! Please let me sleep- just for a moment- I swear I'll-"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Shh... Quiet. Answer my question."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"I already told them everything- please Sir, please just a second of rest..."</span>
You're babbling again. Your eyes close automatically and your head shoots up when the buzzer and shock hit you again- you look right into his eyes with newfound lucidity as he asks his question.
<span class="mu-b">"Did you <span class="mu-i">knowingly</span> ship something that could hurt innocent people?"</span>
You don't know. Throughout your life and career, your job as a space trucker has always been secondary to your <span class="mu-i">real</span> life, your life in your dreams. It was always a means to an end. Your shipments, your work, you've always done for the highest payout. You didn't mind stretches of loneliness or boredom in deep space- because that's exactly what you want. You didn't mind jobs with special conditions that mean your ship can't communicate with any others or can't stop along the journey because of special considerations- because that's the way you liked it. So you always got good contracts, you always made money, you kept yourself alive and comfortable.
But that doesn't always work either. You've often delivered things that were probably for nefarious use. You often let things like that pass you by- it's not you who is affected. You travel from place to place, doing business, and then leaving- you never see the aftermath, and you're too wrapped up in your own world to care. Only now, when forced into the physical world by an outside hand, does such a consideration even dawn on you- as these beings are so reliant on the objective reality they live in, on the world outside your own imagination. Maybe you have hurt people before, and you just didn't know it. You've done seedy deals- you're pretty sure a cryo-pod you delivered once had a runaway slave. You enjoyed how much it cooled down your ship's sleeping chamber. Your entire life, the struggles of others were always meaningless to you- as you were master of your own world. Now you're seeing just how easily it can be taken away from you.
What should you say? Does he want honesty? Does he want you to make yourself the villain- apologize, wash yourself clean of guilt or does he.... does...
<span class="mu-s">*BZZT!*</span>
What should you say?
>Yes
>No
