"Gals, a little advice, when you're on the run and hiding out in one of the huma ghettos of Xavier 3b, there's nothing that's more important than keeping your blaster rifle fully charged and a weather eye out for plausible looking guys who suddenly start telling you to shut up, learn the math, shut up, learn the math, and then tell you to shut up some more."
"Take it from one who has been there, that's the tell with the android undercovers they use way out there. Not sure how that kink got into their programming, but they never corrected it; I guess the Shen are just too cheap, praise the Lord."
"Thing is, although it's a tell, it's a real late one, when you hear that you know the hammer's about to fall and starting in the next few thousand millis you're gonna have shoot your way out of the shop round and through the incoming Proctor fire team as they port in. Despite the reputation of the Proctors it can be done. After all, if a mouthy gal like me, who learnt the math but never did manage figure out that whole 'shut up' thing, can do it three times, even if it did land me in a back alley alien body shop that last one, it surely can't be so hard."
"Just remember to plug that andy first; when you're in tussle like that, having a droning condescend loop in background on repeat, does nothing for your aim."
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skapusniak,
2011-06-02, imagining when leading off with
"Gals, a little advice," might not be as bad an idea
as it was for a 'gentleman' in the blogosphere a day earlier.