[ There isn't any word Knives knows of to describe a feeling of pride for another, when that other is also oneself. His sturdy, solid shoulders relax just a hair as he exhales softly, his relief subtle, but nonetheless real.
He was worried that his younger self might have needed more convincing. He should have known better! He should have trusted himself to always see the correct path forward. ]
It must look like an accident. [ His one hand still on his younger self's shoulder, Knives reaches out and plays the A above middle C, letting the clear tone ring out. The keyboard is built with C as the center, but it's the A that the entire instrument is tuned against, the A that is the real heart of the piano. ] There are a thousand ships in the fleet, with millions of humans in cold sleep, but no more than three individuals awake on each of those ships at any given time, correct?
[ There might be slight differences between their universes, but the colonizer fleet's performance and capacity should still be similar enough. ]
A fault in the ventilation, pumping carbon monoxide into the airways, would cause a quick and easy death for any humans not in cryosleep. And then, a short in the control systems, causing the catastrophic of every cryo pod on every ship. Perhaps something that could be traced back to one of Earth's countless terrorist groups? [ He waves a hand -- those are details to be hashed out later. ] A series of unfortunate accidents, or crimes easily attributed to others, that cause the painless deaths of every human on board, and leave the ships empty save for us and our sisters.
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He was worried that his younger self might have needed more convincing. He should have known better! He should have trusted himself to always see the correct path forward. ]
It must look like an accident. [ His one hand still on his younger self's shoulder, Knives reaches out and plays the A above middle C, letting the clear tone ring out. The keyboard is built with C as the center, but it's the A that the entire instrument is tuned against, the A that is the real heart of the piano. ] There are a thousand ships in the fleet, with millions of humans in cold sleep, but no more than three individuals awake on each of those ships at any given time, correct?
[ There might be slight differences between their universes, but the colonizer fleet's performance and capacity should still be similar enough. ]
A fault in the ventilation, pumping carbon monoxide into the airways, would cause a quick and easy death for any humans not in cryosleep. And then, a short in the control systems, causing the catastrophic of every cryo pod on every ship. Perhaps something that could be traced back to one of Earth's countless terrorist groups? [ He waves a hand -- those are details to be hashed out later. ]
A series of unfortunate accidents, or crimes easily attributed to others, that cause the painless deaths of every human on board, and leave the ships empty save for us and our sisters.