<div class="floatleft">(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx208/kookalouris/Cheshire%20Cat%20head_zpsafmlm5ng.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Morgan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12159791#msg12159791)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Mars, following annoyed drone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Any relevant and nearby PC</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><em>It's funny how a gun can focus your thoughts</em>, Morgan thought.  The cosmos seemed to rise and fall with the rise and fall of the neo-gorilla's weapon.<em>Well, they don't want to kill me, at least casually.</em>Morgan followed what seemed to be a body controlled by an AI and not quite getting it right.<em>I know the feeling.</em>Morgan mused further.<br/><br/><strong>[Where does an eight-hundred pound neo-gorilla sit you? (pause) Wherever it wants you to be sat. (laughter)]</strong><br/>Morgan sighed. It was good for a muse to have a sense of humor but their's insisted on exercising it<em>constantly</em>.<br/><br/>Morgan continued to follow the aped ape, careful not to make any seemingly provocative movements, whatever those might be...<br/>