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"Yeah, yeah, here's the spot 02942 wuz tellin' me bout… nice. They got some dishes here, bro! Hell yeah, that's some power cells right over there?! Bro! Seriously, man! That's exactly what we need! Set up camp here, man.
"Oh hey it's 0293! Eyy wussup, man? We got another scavenger right there?"
"Is that 02493? And 01903? Yo, bruh! Shit, just gettin these dishes out here, bro. Just doin' me, ya'nah I'm sayin? Grabbin' this and grabbin' dat. Tryin' get my repairs on, bro, you know me, c'mon."
"Shiiiit, 'at's it, bro; 'at's it. We be out here scavengin' too, you know. Ain't no thing, you already know what it is. You fin'tuh get dat dish over there?"
"Hell yeah, we gonna share this bro?"
Shiiii, yeah we gonna share, we just gotta go get it together, man, at the same time."
"Shiiii, I'll go when you go! I'll go when you go, man, let's go!… "
"I'll go when you go, man, you go ahead man, I'm right behind you…"
I'll go. Alright, man, I'll go; a'ight? Lemme go get it, I'mma go get it for us. I'mma try it out."
"A'ight… a'ight… you go get it and we'll be waiting here to share."
01903 quietly conveys to 02493 that it is worried for its safety, and that it probably isn't safe to go out to retrieve the satellite dish.
"It's okay. Calm down, a'ight? Ain't gonna die out there. I'll be fine. Just gonna go out to that dish and get out. No problem. I'm gonna get the dish, then the power cell, then we gettin' outta here, right? I mean look…"
02493 points to the barricade of high-energy weaponry installments encircling the perimeter of the sector.
"… they ain't even watchin' right now. They not watchin', man, just sitting tryin' to decode our latest episode of All My Circuits, or sumfin'. They ain't doin' nuthin', man."
"They ain't doin' nuthin', man. They not watchin'."
"Gonna get that dish and get out. All there is to it; easy. A'ight? We straight. Here I go. Wish me luck."
02493 advances towards the satellite dish. There is no response from the barricade.
"Aw hell yeah, this shit is good! Some real good circuits in here, bro. Check this out, bro. Real good shit!"
"See? They ain't worried about you, man."
"See, they ain't even about me right now, man! They ain't even trippin' on me right now, bro!"
"They don't care abou'cha, man!"
"Aw yeah, this good! You gonna get some of this or not, man? This is some real shit right here. Some real shit."
The barrage's weapons light up.
"… I… I think they see you now, bruh. I… I think they see you."
"I sure as shit hope they don't see me right now, man. Maybe they lookin' at the satellite right now and not me right now, man."
"They definitely see you right now, man. Definitely sees you, bro."
"Get outta there, man. Bro! Drop the satellite, get outta there."
"It's been an honor, guys."
The installment of weaponry discharged a barrage of high-impulse projectiles at 02493 and the satellite.
"OH SHIT! OH SHIT, BRO! HELL NO, AW HELL NO, MAN!
I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU, MAN!"
"OH FUCK! THEY SHOT HIM, MAN! Muddahfuckah is scrap, man, oh SHIT! They'ze was watching, bro, damn, they was watchin'!"
"I told him not to go there, man, OH SHIT!"
02493 can be seen as a debris cloud dissipates; the drone appears undamaged. Elation erupts from the watching drones.
"Shiiiit… payload didn't get within 5 km of me, man! That's what's up! That's what's up! Hell yeah!"
"Oh hell yeah, bro! You alright! He alright, man, I can't believe it!"
"Bro! Wow, bro, wow! What the fuck?! How did you… bro, how did you do that, man?! That was amazing, man!"
"YEAH I'mma get this satellite!
02493 begins to retreat with the satellite.
I'mma get this satellite, bro! This mine now! Hell yeah."
"Aw hell yeah, bro, you take that 'lite! You take that 'lite, bro! Go on! Get'cha goin', bruh!"
"You da' best! I knew you got my back! I KNEW YOU GOT MY BACK, MAMMA!
