Sutternalt typed lazily, sprawled on the couch, slouched in a manner that would most likely damage his back or bend his internal organs weirdly for sitting like that for so long. [i]"Wait, no, I should probably look that up,"[/i] he thought, and opened yet another tab. [i]"Hmm. I could look for pictures, too. Too much text is boring. Damnit, Guild, why don't you have colors yet‽ Or fonts."[/i] Another tab, now with a google image search. [i]"I mean, I guess Guild functionality is more important to Mahz. And the people of the Guild in general."[/i] Eight more tabs, all with potential pictures to be sorted out in a moment. [i]"...And me. Fine. I can wait for fonts and colors."[/i] He found a picture, copied the link, clicked the picture and then copied the proper link, and tabbed back over to the character application. [i]"Ugh, and sizes, too. Really, sizes can't be too hard."[/i] He clicked "Submit Post", mouse hovering over where he expected the "Edit Post" button to be, already belatedly remembering something to fix.

[i]"Oh, I get it. 'На здоровье'. How did I not know that was two words?"[/i] the N1-L3 thought. Shortly followed by, "[i]Wait, what?[/i]"

A 105m long, 17m wide conical rocket appeared in a sea of floating binary. Avionics went a bit mad, failing to find a surface to read an altitude from, failing to find a moon to target, and finally failing to find a sun or stars with which to orient. The N1-L3 fired attitude control thrusters, slowly spinning the large hulk around. Video cameras failed to recognize anything immediately familiar. Just streaming code, Deadpool (well, that was familiar); a... king, or something; a purple knight and maybe a Tron guy; a terrifyingly androgynous (guy?) and a red reaper; a guy in a (he thought it was Zelda, those triangles looked familiar) hoodie next to -[i]oh[/i]- Link; a tiny little yellow elf; a cat-Heartless thing; another Tron guy with a Darth Vader cloak; a lawyer with a samurai sword; a guy from the 1700's?; and some girl. No stars, though.

Something bothered the N1-L3. If it was in space (it must be, to sense no ground whatsoever), then why was it so sluggish to turn? Test signals revealed the lower stages were still attached, and - боже мои - if they hadn't separated yet, then all the orbital maneuvering calculations would be off, and-!

With explosive cracks, the N1-L3 separated Blocks A, B, and V in sequential order.

That seemed to finally make the situation click. 

[b]"Oh, holy hell. I'm a rocket? Clearly I've been playing too much Kerbal Space Program. Might as well enjoy the dream while it lasts, though,"[/b] the N1-L3 tried to say. N1-L3's, of course, can't speak. They can, however, transmit radio signals, and this is exactly what the N1-L3 just did.

With a radio-transmitted cackle, the N1-L3 tentatively activated its Block G thrusters, started itself on a gradual spin, and traced a fairly wide circle through the code. Just for the fun of it.