-Anyone who gets closer to the thing will note that they aren't actually derezzing along with the environment, though it goes from feeling like walking on grass and soil to walking on some kind of tile-
-When Stubbs charges thing and makes contact there's a sound, someone's voice-
Registering
-and he seems to Phase inside of it-
-there doesn't seem to be a weakpoint-
edited 2nd May '17 1:00:52 PM by Azure
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850(@Liz) No Name: The thing is the Moon Cell. A supercomputer made to watch over Earth. An incredibly potent supercomputer, to the point of it being capable of remodeling virtual copies of the Universe inside. It isn't harmful by itself unless there are rogue A.I.s within. And I hope there aren't any. ~continues his approach~
(@Quartz) Hastur: Y'see, the Moon Cell has been planted by Velber, a civilization of progenitors. And it, um... has enough divisive power so it can scan Earth once per nanosecond. Yes.
(@Six) No Name: Not really. It's made to observe us, not to destroy us. But if utilized by anyone potent enough, it could be used to destroy dimensions and more by crashing worlds upon worlds akin to a 3D-printer... that prints anti-matter out. Yes.
(@Quartz) Hastur: Nothing unless made to. And, if said thing happens... it can even grant wishes. Let's go.
~Hastur leads the way so he and Quartz can enter as well~
-Stubbs and anyone who follows him finds themselves here
◊ standing on solid ground-
-solid ground that they cannot see, and perfectly able to breathe-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850(@Quartz) Hastur: Yes, moreso we... ~enters and sees the Solar System~ Well. Things might've changed.
He notices Stubbs in the same situation and promptly addresses the warjack.
(@Stubbs) Hastur: Um. Hey there. Hope you're enjoying the view.
(@Six;Liz) No Name: I am fairly sure that the place can be entered indeed. But we should keep our vigil at every moment.
edited 2nd May '17 1:11:29 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
-Placing his Splaser on his back, Six spawns a Battle Rifle
in his hands-
Six: [Whatever this cube is, it doesn't look like it hates us. It's not exactly destroyable, either. Doesn't seem to be eating reality, even if it looks like it.]
[So do try not to attack it.]
[That means you, Oliver. I saw that rocket salvo.]
edited 2nd May '17 1:13:34 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Bruce, the Warthog feels something like a monster truck crossbred with a muscle car. It's responsive, and it's got a lot of suspension travel-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."