R50 - Now my song's on the radio

[with_my_teacup]

This is Richard B Riddick calling out from the barge. Anyone interesting out there?

[He's feigning casual, but last year he was able to talk to Fry and Kyra and that wasn't a small deal for him.]

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[with_my_teacup]

Look, pretend you're explaining this to someone who was educated in the penal system.

[lord_roadkill]

[He laughs at that; he can't not. It's Shadow all over again, but he's not much more help now.

Okay. He'll try. He takes a breath, tries to find the threads. Focus. He chews his lip for a moment as he searches for the right words. The right order.

He can remember. If he tries very hard, he thinks he can almost have it.]

Once, we were many. People believed. Asked for help, prayed. Gave offerings. But...wheel turns, things...break. Falter. New things were more important. Times changed.

We didn't. Couldn't. Were forgotten. New things to worship, didn't need us.

[with_my_teacup]

[Prayer and worship, there you go.] You were a god. One of the old Earth gods.