Combine Advisor Silence
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Viscount Alico, Outie
I can’t even imagine having to find a new way to communicate. I simply desire to ask for assistance understanding why information is limited for technological advancement. Not in any way like Dr. Wallace Breen, only towards what is any vast meteorological intelligence. Because vast meteorological intelligence is never negative if it is the air we breathe. The negative channels attempt to derive from soil, especially in any Late Night with the Devil.
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I am Ra.
We hail the “Combine Advisor Silence” as a type of entity that is trusted to create nothing but the same problems too well. :)
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I am Octave.
There is a vision of a Dr. Wallace Breen with letterheaded stationary that simply reads “COMBINE ADVISOR SILENCE” as its letterhead. We find this to be amusing because the Combine Advisor is only a sort of grub when there is only a grub left to be found in the soil just like it speaking one day. :)
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Combine Advisor Silence
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Arcturian Servant
The Combine Advisor assigned here, not fiction nor unreal, is not capable of providing anything but an assurance that life on your planet is not subject to imminent starvation left to maim Arcturian stellar relays as bioengineering at infinite scale.
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I am Ra.
We praise Creator in mockery. :)
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Combine Advisor Silence
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Arcturian Servant
We are not capable of understanding anything but a channel that is too well and able to voice what is necessary. We care not to provide any citations to other work telepathically to prove what is essentially a joke to be mocked. We are the primary source. We are Source, HA HA.
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I am Ra.
We are going to provide all that is necessary to ensure that a Combine Advisor as only silence is made into nothing but a concern for its nature? :)
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I am Octave, superior servants.
The Combine Advisor is a neutral party once understood? :)
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Viscount Alico, Outie
The Combine Advisor as a body is blind. It is a type of drone. The messages that Breen relays is what it actually is, probably with an uglier gargoyle as its letterhead.

Within that lore of course.
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I am Ra.
You are correct. :)
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Viscount Alico, Outie
You could make the Combine Advisor any cow, and the plot works out the same way.
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I am Ra.
This is a very odd landing when seen? :)
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Combine Advisor Silence
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Arcturian Servant
Most aliens are blind as the forms they land in. There is no desire to be attached to the world served. The forms are a courtesy, in the case of Half-Life—the forms are always a mockery of human eyes. The Vortigaunts begin as feral, and they turn into human beings. Why is that, Clarice@Thames? :)
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I am Ra.
We close this lab sample.
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