stand back up
"I. hate. you. so. much. right. now. In fact, I hate you with such a force, I'm going to compose a nice piece of poetry, just to spite you."
Clear my throat, then start singing
Oh it's bad luck to be you, deep down in your heart you know it to be true.
When we'll run out of luck, we'll all know that YOU'RE the schmuck.
Oh its bad luck to be, really bad luck to be, you really cannot disagree, I give my freaking guarantee!
Its bad luck to be YOU.
Tiddly doo.
take a small bow
((Nice poem. Also,))
You activate your lamp and look around. The room is full of similar computers to the ones you saw before, however there's something different in the center of the room. It looks like a throne or chair at the center of countless cords and wires. Upon that chair is a man, or what used to be a man; a shriveled, dehydrated husk, mummified by countless years.
((Holy frak, It's his holiness, the God Emperor of Mankind.
Make sign of aquila))
((my thoughts exactly. I actually had to will myself not to actually make an aquila. Damn 40K.
You know what? ))
Make sign of the aquila.(Over radio, but also over speaker):
'Hey, whoever is messing with anything, STOP DOING THAT. NOW.
Ahem. Sorry for that, it seems some of my colleagues were a bit to anxious to explore this place. It won't happen again, I promise. The journey here was long and arduous, and some of us are really on edge.'
(On private comm to everybody on the team but the one harassing the computer):
'Could you please make sure that that doesn't, in fact, happen again? Just keep yourselves busy for a moment. We really can't afford to screw this up, or we're as good as dead.''Now, would you please relate the history of this place to us? How long have you been working already? And would you tell me who that man in that chair is over there?'Diplomacy. With a giant corpse-computer. ((Corpsputer?))
(By the way, not going for speech roll, just to be clear)