Luna-Terra

Luna-Terra is one of the three playable protagonists in Heaven Will Be Mine. She's an ace pilot and a Veteran of the Cold War. Due to her fighting style and her unreliability when texting back, she has the nickname "the ghost."

Personality
Luna-Terra is cold and feared by many due to her reputation for her actions in the war. This cold reputation results in many people being afraid of her, or receiving sloppy hook ups from other pilots who "don't know how to love themselves".

Background
Luna-Terra is a veteran pilot of the Original Archetype Mare Crisium, from an early space war nicknamed "the war that was never fought." During this, she fought for Cradle's Graces but betrayed them to return to the original company they had split from one year before the events of HWBM, Memorial Foundation. As a result, she's widely distrusted from other people on her side and has a "terrible reputation."

Along with Pluto, Luna-Terra is implied to be trans. In her pilot candidate interview, she states that the person she is (but is not truly herself) weighs on her, and in a conversation with Pluto on the Moon just before the final battle, she expresses regret that she was not able to become a 'person' until after she joined the space program. On Ares, she and Pluto discuss being able to choose their own bodies in space, and Pluto argues that this is why they cannot return to Earth, because they would have to live in "the shape the world requires," possibly/likely a cis shape. Pluto also references that they each have 'dead names.'

Luna-Terra's Letter
Nearing the end of the game, the player is shown a sequence of letters from the three main characters, detailing their perspective of the ongoing war in space. Luna-Terra's letter, dated January 30, 1981, reads:

It’s January 30, 1981.

And the day is almost here.

The deadline to save everyone who came up to space with us, fought with us, tried to bring everyone up with us.

If we shut down the Lunar Gravity Well, there won’t be any choice left. The power that keeps our Ship-Selves in check will fall apart, and we won’t have anywhere else to go but home. If we kill the dream, no one will die. We really, really hope that’s true.

No one should die in space. No one should die, period. No one has to die, because Ship-Self combat is shimmering missiles of light, cosmic explosions, electricity that sears through the soul. Blade sciences impossible for a human to produce! Dances of combat without end!

A fight against ideas with toys. Humans would never show that sort of compassion to each other.

Earth’s answer is a single atomic particle fired at near light speed directly into the cockpit core. A true weapon, from a military force. The quickest, most efficient, instantaneous, unavoidable way to kill a human, the most boring possible way to pointlessly die, no drama, no meaning, just nothing.

—Luna-Terra, Memorial Foundation Ace Pilot

Trivia

 * According to Mercury, she's 6'1'' tall (~1m87).

Email Log
On each "day" of the game, the player has the option of reading through emails, of which the player's selected character receives two of at the start of each day, with exception to the final day (day 8), on which the player receives only one last email. Luna-Terra receives an additional email on the first day, for a total of three day-one emails.

"DAY 1"

SUBJECT: Just Come And Get Me
ORIGIN: Combat Communications Packet

AUTHOR: [ERROR]

Oh you think you’re so so cool don’t you? Well watch your back, ‘cause I’m coming for you. Think that number 1 position is going to last? Not a chance. In fact, why don’t we have a little duel about it, if you’re not too scared. Come meet me in the shadow of Olympia Mons and I’ll make sure that this time YOU’RE the one left splattered and helpless and pinned on the side of mountain, and not ME, like the last nine times. Also would it kill you to like, stick around for a bit after? You smug jerk! Not that I am planning on losing!!! This time I’m gonna beat you!

SUBJECT: Cold War Ace Reports [Luna-Terra]
ORIGIN: 1st generation pilot research declassification

AUTHOR: Memorial Foundation Existential Safety

She was unremarkable. I did not remember her at first. We took any of those who wanted badly to live in space and did not fit on Earth. In retrospect, we were asking for a rather unique quality, and it is not just a coincidence that she was there. The pilots had to be young adults, pass a physical, and not care what space might do to their body.

It is not so surprising that someone like her would emerge from that pool of people, but the woman you know today has been iterated on since she was an adolescent. Be assured, I saw nothing of promise in her when I first met her. I told her that myself, as I told all the students: I am uninterested in your potential. We are judged by the self we create. I find that encourages brats to not take their specialness so seriously.

That was not Luna-Terra’s problem. Piece by piece, she created someone very interesting to be. We gave those children permission, and Luna-Terra was simply unique in her execution. She was never encouraged. She was never punished. We will never find another prodigy like Luna-Terra by looking for "tidally-sensitive" children, because they do not exist. We will not find them pre-made. They must create themselves.

Was this not the dream of the Memorial Foundation Space Program?

SUBJECT: A Justification For Return
ORIGIN: Memorial Foundation Declaration Of Intent

AUTHOR: Generation Emissary Halimede

Earth is not the sphere of our home planet. It is not the physical body, which is called Terra, the home of life. It is not measured in mass, or by its gravity, its position in the universe.

Earth is us. We measure Earth by Culture.

We are the Earth, humanity the particles of its mass, and by our gravity its body is formed. By our diversity and multiplicity, Earth exists. The living miracle of humanity’s shared power, insignificant unless we are joined.

This international space program, with representatives all across Earth, represents our commitment to peace, that humanity will never seek again to destroy itself.

That humanity has the right to eternal life, invincible bodies, and unrestricted movement in space, as humanity expands beyond this sphere, as extensions of the universal human rights of life, Culture, and freedom.

To protect the growth and sanctity of all Culture, ensure a future for humanity, and the defeat of our enemy.

On this day, we inaugurate the International Memorial Foundation Space Program.

"DAY 2"

SUBJECT: First Generation Pilot Candidate Interviews
ORIGIN: Leaked Data Packets

AUTHOR: Space Program Intake Archives

Why do you want to go to space?

LT: I want a new start.

In what sense?

LT: To get rid of this weight.

We are required to make it clear that the purpose of the program is not to leave Earth, but to expand it. The weight will follow you.

LT: But will it weigh differently?

Please explain what you mean about what you said previously.

LT: About what.

What do you mean when you say you don’t want to be me?

LT: I don’t know how else to say it, isn’t it obvious, who would want to be this?

I don’t understand what you see that is wrong with you.

LT: I do.

Aha. You are saying that you, as you are, the person who you are, doesn’t want to be you?

LT: Yes.

Then you aren’t that person.

LT: ...but that person weighs on me.

So you would like to have the weight of being this other person, that you are not—you would like that removed?

LT: Yes. Please.

That may be possible.

SUBJECT: Pilot Program Progress
ORIGIN: Memorial Foundation Executive Committee Annual Report

AUTHOR: Training Director Europa

The Cold War is looking bleak. The threat from space is more flimsy, translucent, and inscrutable, when once it was so strong that all of humanity feared it. Existential Threats on Earth are more pernicious than ever, and the Scouts are not keeping up. It has become difficult to argue against the possibility that the scouting program has done more harm than good, and that goes just as much, if not more so, for the pilot program.

Historically, death has always invited the enemy here in its greatest strength. Humans can’t resist killing each other long enough to protect themselves from the existential threat. It is easy to make this argument, but we have had little success with it. No matter how celebrated the slogan is, and no matter how many governments and leaders profess to live by it, the simple fact remains: the Existential Threat can never be as powerful as we are. Humans will always pose a greater threat to other humans than the Existential Threats will. It will always be easier for humanity to eliminate the threat by killing their own than by fighting the threat directly. While we have offered children and the unwanted to fight the Existential Threat with existential intent, humanity has turned its gaze inward, rather than to the heavens. Not even strong enough to pierce the atmosphere without burning, the Existential Threat can no longer be labeled as such.

For these reasons, we accept the decision to decommission the Memorial Foundation Space Program.

"DAY 3"

SUBJECT: Halimede I
ORIGIN: Leaked Data Packet

AUTHOR: 2nd Generation Pilot Candidate Interviews

H: Why me?

Well, because you’re special. A special kind of child.

H: All children are special.

...ha. That’s true. They are.

H: I’m not more special than those children.

We think you might be.

H: Special how.

You’re the top of your class already at such a young age. We think that you might be able to do things that other children can’t.

H: My sister is better than me at all of those things. And my aunt Europa, when she was my age.

We think you might be special in a different sort of way. Can you look at the box in front of you?

H: Okay.

Pass your hand over the box.

H: Okay.

H: Nothing happened.

We’re using an instrument to measure something that is very very small. But moving it even so little that you cannot see it would be very important.

H: How do I do that?

You should not think about it. Just do it.

H: I can’t.

I know you can.

H: I can’t.

...your aunt and your sister. Could easily do as much. So you can do as much too.

H: Oh. It moved.

Did you get that? Yes, I saw it move. Literally saw it—contact the director immediately.

SUBJECT: Unified Culture Theory
ORIGIN: Pre-installed Reference Material

AUTHOR: Memorial Foundation Introductory Literature

Unified Culture Theory is a brute-forcing of defined solutions for the universe through the forcible elimination of all other possibilities. The theory is attractive to those who desire a beautiful, simple, endlessly complex solution for the universe. In order to develop this theory, there needs to be a solution for the Nix Eversion Paradox, which demands that anything not human exists in the Everse.

The most compelling current premise for a Unified Culture Theory under contemporary physical models involves a full integration of all available concepts, directed and established in such ways as to maximize benefit for humanity. This "theory of everything" speaks to the desire to know, understand, and master the universe while also incorporating a premise of universal love: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let no one be left behind!" Unlike Tyrants of old that crushed alternate futures under their heels, and only caused the existential enemy to blossom, such a unified theory would welcome and forgive all humanity and direct to benefit all things that are, and that might yet be.

"DAY 4"

SUBJECT: RE: Annual Pilot Assessments
ORIGIN: Declassified Records Leak

AUTHOR: Operations Commander Europa

My kids are idiots, and also they’re not my kids, and also they’re not kids anymore. Please stop calling them "your kids," when they are my students. They’re not my children. I am not being pedantic. I am not doing it to avoid being attached. I’m already more attached than is best. Don’t encourage it. They’re grownups. And also, fools.

Mars is the most genius pilot, but she’s just as much a fool as everyone else. She does nothing but cry and complain and win effortlessly, like a real hero. If she was a boy they would call her that, and you wouldn’t be asking me who the best pilot is. You’d just know. Only in space would that girl be allowed to be a hero.

She deserves her moment in the sun. She might win the war for us single-handedly. Anything else that isn’t her story will just be a blip of fate off in the sky. Rest easy. She’s going to win the day. When the others interfere, they’re not going to steer the course of the future any more than a little bit to the left or right of the course that Mars is sailing. I am not going to interfere.

Valuing their independence is important. They’ll be adults soon, and then they won’t be anyone’s kids. Insist on the comparison, and it will become clear how far we are from fufilling that role for them. For my part, I don’t wish to forget that there are limits to what we can do. And who we can be.

Though yes, as a matter of fact, I AM tired of them calling me "dad."

SUBJECT: Secular Astrology Explained, Part 1
ORIGIN: Achieved Message Retrieval

AUTHOR: Pilot Mars

I don’t know why you suddenly asked about this, and I’m not the person who knows anything about it, but sure, I guess. I learned all of this from Pluto, so you could have just asked her? Too nervous huh? I see right through you! Well because I feel sorry for you I’ll tell you all about it.

Venus, Luna-Terra, and Mars are the interpersonal distances. If Venus is the breath of the body, and Mars is the blood, Luna-Terra is flesh, and represents skin-to-skin distance. That’s why it represents family. The Earth and the Moon are different, but they’re parts of the same thing. A two in one. Certainly, the Moon also represents something different, but it’s also a part of us. When you think of it as a dark side, you forget that it’s composed of your own same flesh. It’s not your mirror, it’s your back.

Mars is the beneath the skin distance, and that’s blood, but it’s also, well... the ways that humans communicate not skin to skin, but beneath skin to beneath skin. Get it? Don’t make me spell it out. That’s the reason for fucking and fighting to feel really similar sometimes.

Pluto said the other day "It’s like you two only know that one language, and that’s the only talking you ever do in it."

The solar system maps out a human body, and by colonizing the planets, a greater human body will exist, with the sun as the inseparable totality of it all. That’s the philosophical justification, but it’s kind of romantic, right?

Maybe it’s kind of fake though.

"DAY 5"

SUBJECT: Secular Astrology Explained, Part 2
ORIGIN: Achieved Message Retrieval

AUTHOR: Pilot Mars

I only did this because you asked, okay. I warned you, this is dorky stuff. The ancient roots of it are pretty dubious, in case you were wondering. I think most of it is just made up. I mean, yes, I know that it’s all made up. But not even made up by some wise man a thousand years ago, it’s made up by some dude in California.

Anyways what the dude from California does is he organizes the parts of the body into the parts of the mind and the spirit, and he says that what you should do is think about your body not as a body, but as a tool for relating to other people. I know that they draw them on a body, but it’s like, don’t think of them as actual body parts. It’s the way that you communicate.

So this chart might help? I think the point of it, in a way, is to remember that these are all parts of you, but also parts of other people, and you have ways of communication between each other using them. People always ask me for their charts because they want to be flattered about what they’re good at, but that’s not the point. You need to know where you have trouble, too. I looked at mine so much right before we broke up you know? Like it did any good, but you know, I’m so weak when it comes to Venus—that’s the distance of breath, which means, ability to read the atmosphere, and talking, the way way communicate through breath. When you’re bad at Venus, that doesn’t mean you’re bad with words, but you’re bad at receiving words. You don’t hear them. Or you don’t feed other people the words they need to live.

Well, according to your chart, you’re bad at that too. So I hope it helps.

SUBJECT: Pilot Halimede Annual Report
ORIGIN: 2nd Generation Pilot Program [declassified]

AUTHOR: Pilot Assessment Reports

Dr. Nix: She’s not coming out of her room, refuses to pilot it. Figures the most well-behaved of all generation two pilots would have a tantrum like a storm when it finally came.

Europa: Do you expect me to know what to do about it?

N: Yes.

E: It’s really your problem though, isn’t it?

N: Don’t start. I am begging.

E: Fine fine, what’s the big problem then? She’ll get over it. Is she upset about her sister?

N: Of course she is. But not for the reason I thought.

E: What did you think?

N: That she missed her.

E: Hilarious. And what’s the actual reason?

N: She won’t accept a hand-me-down.

E: The Lo Sulci? She won’t pilot it? She won’t pilot the perfect 2nd generation machine because it was made for her sister?

N: She wants her own machine made. She’s ridiculous. She said it would be fine if she died, but if it’s just because she flaked out and got bored with space and left her problem in Halimede’s lap, she won’t do it. Are siblings really this petty and mean?

N: Stop laughing and help.

"DAY 6"

SUBJECT: Regarding Mecha I—Mare Crisium
ORIGIN: Ship-Self Design Notes

AUTHOR: Dr. Nix

In a Ship-Self, you don’t have to worry about dying, not in the same sort of way. A Ship-Self, you know, isn’t even a weapon. It’s a body for living and traveling in space, and it is equipped for doing the sorts of things that humans need to do. Like fighting. The Ship-Self, which lets you express like it’s your own body, better than your own body, is a machine that’s for falling in love and having fights.

It’s formed to literally suit us. It bears only the most abstract resemblance to something designed to kill another human being. The most efficient possible form for ending lives as quickly as possible wouldn’t look anything like a human, and that’s why Europa designed them from a child’s toy. The Ship-Self isn’t the perfect form for war. It’s a form that by nature turns war into something else.

Part of this is due to humanity’s relative weakness in space, separated from the origin of our gravity. Even with the power of a Tidal Reactor, we’ve barely come close to developing a Ship-Self with gravitational and metacultural authority equivalent to a human being’s on Earth. While humans on Earth need to devote most of this authority to keeping their shape, identity, and differentiation from other humans, a Ship-Self is less authoritative even than this, though in space, they have far fewer restrictions than humans on Earth. If a Ship-Self were to make planetfall, it would be crushed under human pressure and rendered lifeless.

SUBJECT: Iapetus Evaluation
ORIGIN: Memorial Foundation Executive Committee Minutes

AUTHOR: Operations Decommission Chair Europa

Ah. No, it’s gratifying to know you share my suspicions as well. As I understand that it is the purpose of this committee to prepare for any eventuality, that this particular possibility hadn’t crossed your minds was beginning to worry me. Oh, I’m no less worried now. But you’re asking how to deal with Iapetus.

That sense of superiority he has is not a weakness. It is truly dangerous, not just unpleasant. If he seems gracious or forgiving about a loss, it’s only because he is utterly confident he will eventually be able to surpass you. But he’s a realistic man. He will find the easiest route. Merely coming out on top in the end is enough. He wouldn’t consider the quality of how he got there. In fact, it would reinforce his sense of superiority to know he surpassed you without having worked as hard as you did.

He’s shockingly good at predicting others. Except for the moments in which he has wildly underestimated one. These fascinate me in particular. He can be so uncanny when it comes to gleaning specifics from trivial behavior. And then, he is blindsided by the most obvious conclusions.

His lack of respect for interiority is quite stunning. His win rate without having it should appall anyone with a general respect for human beings.

"DAY 7"

SUBJECT: Loss Story
ORIGIN: Ambient Tidal Forces

AUTHOR: [A Rivalry]

A: I was waiting for this chance.

B: Me too. Thanks for obliging.

A: Any time. But I’d love for this to be the last time.

B: Oh yeah? Do you have a plan for arranging that? Or are we just going to fight forever, without end?

B: Do you win when your win ratio tips over 50%? It’s climbing for sure. I can’t deny it.

A: You’re slipping. Getting lazy?

B: I’m just bored. I don’t want to win an argument. I don’t want to win a fight.

B: I just wish you were dead, okay?

A: Me too.

B: I can’t kill you. And I don’t really want to, either.

A: Well, same.

B: Man, don’t talk like Neith. You know that pisses me off.

A: Don’t say their name then maybe.

B: Maybe they died because they were tired of us having the same fight over and over again forever?

A: Are you kidding? They lived for it.

B: Ahahaha. Man.

A: What a bitch.

B: I know, right?

B: I really miss them.

A: Me too. Wanna fight about it?

B: Man. Jeez. Sure. I get it.

SUBJECT: Fuck Space
ORIGIN: Ambient Tidal Information

AUTHOR: [A Loss]

You know what? Fuck space. It is complete garbage. The secret no one here ever wants to admit is that space is boring, and empty, and it’s desolate and lifeless. It’s not romantic and it doesn’t care about us. They embellish dull grey photographs of dust with beautiful colors to pull our heartstrings but the reality is nothing but different shades of grey, the palest colors.

But you know what, that’s not even the most embarrassing part. The most embarrassing part is that humans can’t do anything better than imagine space as just like Earth, but a little different, filled with people who are like us, but a little different.

Well hey, guess what?

That’s just Earth, idiots.

You’re projecting.

Why do you need space to think about Earth?

Why are you ignoring all of the people and places on Earth that are like you but a little different?

Why is that dream more important than us?

We’re supposed to have dreams. But we’re not supposed to just live in them.

That’s why I’m breaking up.

I want to go home.

"DAY 8"

SUBJECT: The Existential Threat
ORIGIN: Pilot Program Training Documentation [Leaked]

AUTHOR: Memorial Foundation Native Sphere Archives

It was composed of solid light, and arrived in multitudes. They never arrived in the same shape, pattern, or texture twice. They were memorable, but indistinct. They were like and unlike things that we have seen on Earth, and they could not be touched, except through gravity. We could not determine where they came from, but they always headed towards Earth. We feared what would happen if they passed into Earth too much to learn what their intentions for coming here were.

And our pilots defeated them, without fail.

Without any hestitation.

Without any resistance.

Flawlessly, beautifully.

Obviously.

The truth has always been that the Existential Threat is much weaker than humans, no matter what we call it. And there was a refusal to name precisely at all times the substance and nature of the Existential Threat, first of all by referring to it as the Existential Threat, Memorial Foundation International jargon, rather than by common local cultural names.

From the failures of the Scout program on Earth, there was a desire to both separate the pilots as much as possible from earthly preconceptions. We did this to understand the new ways in which our pilots could be human, and we did this also to understand how the Existential Threat would change in corresponding ways, complimenting their new humanity. Existential Threats are always weaker than us, but they have ways that we do not, and they are always waiting in the corners of the world, looking to overcome us in other ways.

In the case of the Existential Threat as it existed in space, we created a weapon, the Krun Macula, powerful enough to defeat them once and for all, singlehandedly, and we did so, and we lost every reason to be in space, and we ended all mystery and possibility.

So it is surprising that in filling the void, it became the pilots who took the role of the Existential Threat, as is known to occur on rare occasions on Earth.

Terminal Interface Logs
Following the completion of each story mission, a terminal interface is shown, detailing status updates and new mission details, as well as occasional text conversation between the player character and another character.

Boot Sequence
From the Division of Existential Safety, Conflict-Enabled Ship-Self Archetype Model, First Flight July 16th, 1969, Place of Manufacture: Sea of Crises, Earth's Moon, Our Hope For a Throne Of The Soul, For The Memorial Foundation International Space Program and All Humanity: "Until No One Is Forgotten, and All Are Remembered." Registering Pilot... Welcome, Pilot First Class Luna-Terra. ERROR: Multiple Maintenance Issues and Critical Errors Detected NOTICE: Launch permissions are locked until addressed. >list errors Maintenance errors: There is a possible sensor failure. Several limb connections are not registering. No weapons are loaded. CRITICAL ERRORS: MASS ALERT 1: Healing failure on critical area near core. Possible bleed. MASS ALERT 2: Tidal core is resonating at levels harmful to the pilot. >ready manual firmware update running... Upgrades detected... syncing... accepted manual internal mechanism firmware update switched ammunition to conceptual mode custom sensors loaded dynamic limb optimization loaded 1981.1.7_Weapon_Loadout drivers loaded. >details MASS ALERT 1 "I bleed too." Recording derived from the data burned four-dimensionally into the wound suffered by this unit almost one year ago. Wound self-generated by forced overloading tearing the core open during sustained conflict in the Mars>Ares regression campaign. All critical systems have naturally healed, yet the wound continues to bleed into space. Fuel efficiency lowered, healing speed reduced, and Tidal Reactor speed cannot be regulated, leading to possibility of overload and increased pilot strain. It is strongly recommended that you seek the assistance of a full maintenance team. A lack of understanding of the full effects of gravitational conflict on the human gestalt means that this computer cannot provide adequate instruction on therapeutic measures. >permanently disable MASS ALERT 1 Really ignore? >Y Provide reason >I can handle it Automatic scan alerts show that this may not be a very good reason. Would you like to provide another? >no MASS ALERT 1 Disabled >details MASS ALERT 2 Tidal Reactor has had unauthorized modification that is causing an unsustainable chain reaction. NOTICE: This ship is not equipped to handle prolonged operation at this capacity. NOTICE: Increasing short-term output may cause long term failures. NOTICE: Loss of gravitational stability may cause fracturing and instability in pilot. >permanently disable MASS ALERT 2 >This MASS ALERT cannot be disabled by pilot authorization > !MFKeycode:***************************** Alert Disabled For record keeping purposes, please input the reason: >I'm fine. Ship-Self Mare Crisium is in spacefaring condition You are cleared to launch >Disable Launcher OS and Engage Catapult >All controls given to pilot There is a message for you: >cancel Refused This message will be automatically played: Europa: "Letting you keep this is my gift to you, Luna-Terra, your favorite and loosest leash. Prove to me you’ve learned not to choke on it."

Sequence 2
Receiving Report... Alert: Report Not Accepted Two (2) errors detected. Error 1: A failure to explain why Celestial Mechanics Ship-Self: String of Pearls was not successfully apprehended. Error 2: A failure to explain why Cradle’s Graces Ship-Self: Krun Macula was not successfully incapacitated. Please correct errors before proceeding. >resubmit Warning: no corrections submitted/ >force resubmit Generating new assignments... Penalty Assignment: Sniper Duty, planet Ares, currently held by Cradle’s Graces. Purpose: Preventing Celestial Mechanics refueling and egress. Penalty Assignment: Sniper Duty, Cradle’s Graces held planet Ares. Purpose: [TOP SECRET] Take out Cradle’s Graces Prototype Krun Macula on research assignment in Cradle’s Graces territory. Penalty Assignments cannot be refused. Indicate you have understood new orders. >y Ready for Gravitational catapult. Prepare launch to inner solar system.

Sequence 3
Receiving Report... Provisional acceptance of pilot mission completion. Incoming Alert—All Memorial Foundation Troops "Abandon Ares frontline. All units immediately rendezvous with main fleet, at the pilot academy Lagrange Colony on the way to Celestial Mechanics Moon base." Generating new assignments... Provisional Assignment: Special Operations mission: Secure Lagrange Colony as possible launch point for Celestial Mechanics hit and run tactics. Provisional Assignment: Special Operations Mission: Destruction of obsolete Academy research technology before it falls into the hands of Cradle’s Graces. Provisional assignments will reduce your penalty status. Indicate you have understood new orders. >y Ready for Gravitational catapult. Prepare launch to Lagrange Point 5.

Sequence 4
Receiving Report... Report Data Unverifiable... Awaiting Manual Acceptance... Report accepted. Damage to Lagrange Colony indicates most likely fulfillment of duties. Incoming Alert—All Memorial Foundation Troops Prepare for landing on Moon base. Alert: "Cradle’s Graces and Celestial Mechanics troops have seized control of the Gravity Well. We must prepare for the confrontation we have always feared. But there’s still hope. We will bring everyone home, safe. We have Earth on our side. We will be prepared." Generating new assignments... Assignment: Scouting Mission: Verify status of Earth-controlled automatous military units. Assignment: Free Time: Spend as you wish before the final battle. Your Record is clear: Indicate you have understood new orders. >y Ready for Gravitational catapult. Welcome home.

Chat Logs
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Terminal Sequence
Halimede: Oh no. Halimede: Oh Luna. Halimede: What I want to say is "how could you," and yet… Halimede: I wonder why I’m not mad any more. Halimede: Is it just too big to be mad about? Halimede: Too big for me. Halimede: All of humanity should hate you. Halimede: So what’s the point of me still doing it? Halimede: So, so sad. Halimede: It just hurts. Halimede: I hate it. Halimede: I know you think I’m an idiot. Halimede: I don’t care if you don’t read this. Halimede: If you could, maybe you wouldn’t be leaving us like this? Halimede: That’s a foolish thought. I couldn’t convince you of anything before. Halimede: How could I? Halimede: Humanity doesn’t make a good argument for being human. Halimede: I feel that way too, you know? Halimede: Like usual, you can do the thing I think about so easily. Halimede: We were supposed to come home not because it was better down there, but because the loneliness was too much to bear. Halimede: On either side. Halimede: I still believe Earth would would miss us, if we left. Luna-Terra: We won’t be gone forever.

Terminal Sequence
Halimede: I knew you’d choose us in the end. Halimede: Even if you didn’t choose me. Halimede: All that matters is that you’re coming home. Luna-Terra: Hi, Hali. Luna-Terra: Hello? Halimede: Im here I was just startled why are you replying Luna-Terra: Since you keep messaging me, I thought you’d be less surprised. Luna-Terra: Sorry about that. Halimede: Don’t start. Halimede: I’ll literally never ever forgive you. Luna-Terra: Sure. Luna-Terra: That’s fine. Luna-Terra: I’m not apologizing to you. Halimede: You have so much to apologize for, but it’s only to me. Halimede: But are you saying sorry about something else you’re trying to do? Luna-Terra: Maybe. Luna-Terra: There’s a compromise I want you to consider. Halimede: I should have expected one more betrayal, even at the end. Luna-Terra: No, it’s more like, I want to make sure that you hold up your end of the bargain. Halimede: No negotiation. Halimede: The terms of surrender must be unequivocal. Halimede: That’s the only way they will allow us to return. Luna-Terra: Really, it’s not a change to the deal at all. Just asking about how we interpret them. Halimede: You shouldn’t, because I’m going to stop you, if you pull anything. Halimede: Really, I will, very very easily! Halimede: Don’t worry about that part. Luna-Terra: Well, in that case. Luna-Terra: I’m not going to be sorry at all. Halimede: You should know that shame is what you’ve earned and bear it. Luna-Terra: No. Halimede: I didn’t think so. I think you took away what I needed to be happy. Halimede: I think I have to learn a new way. It doesn’t seem fair that I have to, when you don’t. Luna-Terra: I have been learning. It’s been hard. Halimede: That’s even less fair. You shouldn’t be able to. You shouldn’t get to move past this. Luna-Terra: Sorry. Or, not sorry. I’m taking this anyway. Halimede: They’re giving you everything you say you want. Halimede: So what do you really want? Luna-Terra: Even knowing I got away fine. Luna-Terra: Wouldn’t you feel guilty if you got something special and never shared it?

Terminal Sequence
Halimede: You want things long distance? Halimede: You want to break up? Halimede: You want to fight? Halimede: A messy fight, and get back together? Halimede: You can’t have it both ways, how selfish can you be? Halimede: Humanity breaks up, or humanity gets back together. Halimede: Which is this? Halimede: You want to still be friends? Halimede: It’s never going to happen. Halimede: You want us to be different and together? Halimede: No. There are some lines you can’t cross. Halimede: Change too much and you won’t be human. Halimede: Change too much and we won’t understand or recognize each other. Halimede: We don’t have hearts strong enough. Halimede: ...Luna. Halimede: You know I wish we did? Halimede: But I know they don’t. Halimede: If you come crawling back, they’ll accept you. Halimede: If you leave, they will let you. Halimede: But they’ll kill you if you try to change them. Luna-Terra: Thanks babe. But I’m still an idiot.