All’s well that… um… ends?

“Stick a plaster on it” is the entirity of my own medical database.

Panic fixes everything.

Certainly “unqualified,” at least.

I’m not sure why robots would need to scroll a file to skim over it in their minds but there’s probably a good reason.

A sound software policy that can only ever end well.

On their first day X2 only managed 7 species.

Everyone’s got to start somewhere.

But… but JEDCØP made them sound so fun!

As assessments of humanity go, it’s a pretty fair one.