un: thief | video

[mitsubishis]

[A shitty-looking teenager appears on-screen, wearing sunglasses despite the obvious lack of sun in his cabin, dressed in a white tracksuit rather than the standard-issue uniform, smoking a cigarette like he's not even on a space station with maybe limited oxygen supply. He gestures at the camera as if he's already mid-conversation with the audience, amicable and Balkan, just like his accent:]

You miss some shit from back home, right? Whatever you had before whoever-the-fuck ripped it off you. Or, like, maybe some shit you didn't even have before, but you want it now, anyway. What I'm saying is: What're you missing? If your genie or your fairy godmother or whatever came around, what would you ask for?

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[supersonic]

Yes, you can thank me when the replicators cut out and we've got a hundred people trying to live off swimming pool algae.

That is, if you can even get it, which I still do not believe you can.

[mitsubishis]

I'm not your average god, baby. I don't care what you believe.

And it don't matter to me if the replicators are working or not. It'd be funny as shit, all of you sucking on algae like those weird-ass fishes.

[supersonic]

You aren't a god at all, so that simplifies things.

Are you trying to tell me you don't need to eat?

[mitsubishis]

I'm telling you I don't need to eat that crap.

[supersonic]

Because-- what, you can find better? Perfectly preserved for however many years since this space station has had a resupply?

[mitsubishis]

Something wrong with your ears? I already said.