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Collection Quest - Utterly Shameless, Completely Fearless, Unabashed Joy - Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 7

 Collection Quest Utterly Shameless Completely Fearless Unabashed Joy Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 7


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams over-analyzes. Today we are looking at a case study in love and Joy. Okay, granted there is not the slightest hint of romance, or Eros, other than the fact that Miko comes from a large and loving family so there must have been some Eros in the back story. Anyway, Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 7 or 8 (*sighs*) that double pilot, Collection Quest.


If the last two episodes were the essence of the fears we face in the real world this episode was a testament to love, joy, and pure unabashed, fearless fun. The first note that I noticed in this symphony of wholesomeness was joy. The characters are not just having a good time they are reveling in the kind of systemic whole body enjoyment of life that only comes from a joyful and grateful heart. Don’t get me wrong the creepy undertones of the past several episodes are still here but they are not the point of the episode. They are only the framing. Whatever kind of matrix like dystopia these kids live in they have found the eternal secret to being happy in every situation.  

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Alpha Leader – I Hate This Episode – But I Watched It For You – Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 6

​ Alpha Leader – I Hate This Episode – But I Watched It For You – Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 6


Hello my wonderful viewers are welcome to another episode of Betty Adams over analyzes. Today we are looking at Glitch Techs Season 1 episode 6 “Alpha Leader”. As is par for the course it is entertaining, disturbing on several meta levels that the show writers may or may not have intended, and I despise it with a passion.
We’ll get to why I despise this one particular episode in a bit. First lets address the creepy, meta, level timing of the release of this episode. First let’s establish that this show has been in the works for years. When this episode was written and animated it anyone’s guess. However it was released on February, 21st 2020 in the US. That is two weeks to the day after the first know American death from COVID 19 and just when the reality of the situation kicked in for most of the population. Including the image of how they test for flu viruses by shoving the cotton swab way the heck up your sinus cavity. 

Castle Crawl – A Visceral Fear Striking Far Too Close to Home– Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 5

 Castle Crawl – A Visceral Fear Striking Far Too Close to Home– Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 5


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams over-analyzes! Today we look at Season 1 Episode 5 of Glitch Techs. Castle Crawl. This is where this show went from pleasantly creepy to down right, really world disturbing for me. Let’s dive into the disturbing reality, of the game and of our lives.


The show starts with a call back to the first episode. A Glitch Techs van pulls up to the oddly forested suburb and two Techs, ones we haven’t seen yet step out of the van. They note that this neighborhood is oddly glitch prone as they walk into a seemingly normal house. The proceed to do their job with far different results from when we first got our first disturbing look at Mitch with his reality altering and mind wiping abilities. The scene is disturbing in a rather meta way.  

Humans are Weird - Anxiety Attack

 Humans are Weird – Anxiety Attack


“Where did you end up storing the hydrocarbon reserves at your last station?” Fourth Sister inquired as she shifted the layers of the display she was observing.
Her companion was soaking in one of the sinks of the medical ward. He had dipped dangerously low on a particular mineral before one of the female humans dragged him in insisting he was ‘off-color’. Fourth Sister had not noted a change in his outer membrane but had learned to trust the humans risk assessment if nothing else.
“The humans dug a giant hole, put the storage tanks in them, and then back-filled the holes with the removed dirt.” Idlesintheshallows replied.
“A fairly standard solution,” Fourth Sister replied. “Making use of the insulating properties of dry land is a most efficient process.”
“That wasn’t the strange thing,” Idlesintheshallows went on. “We had no excavation equipment at the time.”
“Was there some on requisition?” She asked.
“Yes there was,” he said. “But it was several months out and the humans were in a hurry to get the hydrocarbons underground before the monsoons moved in.”
“The electrical discharge would be a major problem,” Fourth Sister admitted. “How did they solve the problem?”
“Well we’d just got a bunch of fresh rangers so they printed out a bunch of shovels-” Idlesintheshallows stopped talking as one of the many display screens along the wall began to flicker amber.
“What’s that?” He asked, shifting curiously in the water toward the light.
“A medical alert,” Fourth Sister replied. “Low grade it is not-”
She stopped talking as the light shifted from amber to red.
“It looks like it is now,” Idlesintheshallows observed. “Who is that and why aren’t the readouts in a readable format?”
“The humans value their privacy in medical matters,” Fourth Sister said as she quickly gathered her kit. “I must leave you here. Please do not touch anything.”
Idlesintheshallows gave a hum of agreement and slipped back under the surface as she left the office at a brisk skip. It took her some time to reach the human’s location on the other side of the base. The middle aged woman was bent over the open top of one of the power generators.
“First Mechanic,” Fourth Sister called out. “I am here to tend to your medical needs.”
“My what now?” the woman asked, glancing up sharply at the medic.
Fourth Sister hesitated and considered the situation. The woman’s face was creased with stress indicators and her shoulders were hunched defensively. However she did seem genuinely perplexed, and as remote as the possibility was the equipment might be malfunctioning. She held up the display and showed the elevated hormone levels to the human.
“Why are you even monitoring those?” First Mechanic demanded.
“For the study from the Centauri University,” Fourth Sister explained, her antenna curling in surprise, she thought First Mechanic had consented to the study with the rest of the base.
The human heaved a sigh and reached her gloved hand up to rub across her face. The dirty protective surface left smears of conductive gel on the skin and Fourth Sister couldn’t quite hide a wince.
“Forgot about that scrapit,” the human cursed softly. “Guess I’d better tell you about it.”
“About what?” Fourth Sister asked with a confused flick of her frill.
The humans sighed again and bent back to her task.
“I have a little genetic oddity,” she explained. “It makes my mineral content fluctuate unexpectedly. I have the therapy for it but its too close to some pretty important gene markers to turn it off or mess with it much at all. I’m usually pretty stable but every so often some environmental thing knocks my mineral content sideways and then I get a little distracted.”
“Why didn’t you report this imbalance before your hormones were effected?” Fourth Sister asked.
The human shrugged.
“I have an appointment set up to get it re-balanced,” she said. “There was no reason to bother you. You have enough to do with the study.”
“Be that as it may,” Fourth Sister said. “You need to come back to the medical ward with-”
“No,” First Mechanic stated abruptly.
“Pardon me?” Fourth Sister said, curling her antenna back in affront.
“Look Fourth,” First Mechanic said. “I know my limits, I might be having a bit of a tough go of it right now but I am perfectly capable of working through it.”
“It is a series of medical conditions that every line of data I have says can lead to death,” Fourth Sister stated.
“I’m not going to snap,” First Mechanic growled. “It’s just a few days.”
Fourth Sister pulled up the list of symptoms that was attached to First Mechanics database in a minor sub-folder.
“Anxiety attacks? Panic attacks? Temporary disruption of your central fluid pump?” Fourth Sister demanded. “These are hardly-”
“Look,” the human snapped as she rose from her work and shut the lid with more force than was strictly necessary. “I can be miserable trapped in my quarters or I can be miserable and productive at work.”
Fourth Sister hesitated. The logic was fairly sound. Humans were notorious for the degradation of their mental state under periods of inactivity.
“I will be monitoring your bio-metrics closely,” Fourth Sister said.
“You do that Moon Pie,” First Mechanic replied as she shouldered her work bag and proceeded to the next junction.
Fourth Sister tilted her triangular head to look after her in confusion as she left. When the human rounded a corner the Shatar turned and walked slowly back to the medical bay. Idlesintheshallows was circling the bottom of the sink clearly deep in thought. She resumed her place and had been working for some time when he finally rose to the surface and angled his appendages at the wall of observation charts.
“It is still reading in the danger zone,” he observed.
“The human has chosen to work through the issue,” Fourth Sister informed him.
“Why?” Idlesintheshallows asked.
“Feel free to propose a theory of your own,” Fourth Sister said as she bent over her work.

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The Sins of Grant Kelly-Why The Robots Were After Judy Robinson-Lost in Space Analysis and Theory

"So far we have been assuming that the robots were after the engine, because that is what Maureen Robinson assumed and stated. However, Maureen is shown to be wrong about everything except her job, and especially wrong about motivations."Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams over analyzes. Today we are taking a look at one of the central questions of the 2018 series, Lost in Space. What is the motivation of the alien species? What are they after? The assumption that most of the fandom has been making is that the robots are on a justified rescue mission to save Scarecrow from the vicious aliens who tortured him and used his engine. ​

Going, Going, Gauntlet! - Good, Clean, Faintly Disturbing Fun – Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 3

 Going, Going, Gauntlet! - Good, Clean, Faintly Disturbing Fun – Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 3


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams over analyzes! Today we are looking at the third (or fourth) episode of the show Glitch Techs. We’re in for another round of character growth and world building, and the world that it is building is...off.  

Humans are Weird - Personnel Protection

 Humans are Weird – Personal Protection


“Ah yes! Ranger Third Class Smitty,” Commander Third Trill called from the window over his door. “Could I talk to you for a moment?”
Ranger Smitty tried to hide his wince before he turned and smiled up at the base commander.
“Sure thing boss,” he said, remembering to let his grin show in a flash of white teeth against dark skin.
The Winged on this base were pretty dang stubborn about ‘integrating properly’ as they put it and took offense if the human personnel tried to restrain or otherwise hide their normal reactions. Granted when the base commander asked to ‘talk to you’ in that tone it was never a reason to grin but politeness and all that. He tried not to slouch or slink as he walked into the commander’s office.
“Please have a perch,” Commander Third Trill said with a gesture at the office furniture that looked like a chair that had been built in the dark from instructions in a language the carpenter didn’t fully understand.
Ranger Smitty eased down onto the flattest surface and gave the commander a strained smile. The Winged gave his sensory horns a quick rub with his winghooks before giving Ranger Smitty a toothy smile.
“How have you been?” the commander asked.
Ranger Smitty winced at the high pitched tone but held his smile.
“Pretty good, pretty good,” he said.
“Have you found you work satisfactory and fulfilling?” the commander asked.
“I love working with the big sensor sets,” Ranger Smitty said with full honestly.
“Is your supervisor being as helpful as she might be?” the commander pressed.
“Eighth Sister?” Ranger Smitty blinked in surprise. “Yeah, she’s great. She’s always right out there with me. Not much anyone else on the base can do for the big rigs. Those skinny little bug arms of hers are pretty strong all things considered.”
“She provides you with all the personal protective equipment that you need?” the commander went on.
Ranger Smitty gave a snort of laughter.
“More than enough,” he said. “I don’t use half the junk she packs in the rigs for the field day.”
Commander Third Trill’s black eyes narrowed meaningfully and Ranger Smitty gave a nervous twitch.
“About that,” Commander Third Trill said in what sounded like it was supposed to be a soothing tone. “I do notice that you are not using the recommended amount of work gloves.”
Ranger Smitty gave a noncommittal grunt and tried not to eye the door for an escape route. The little buggers were fast and could read human directional signals like a book.
“In fact Eighth Sister has lodged several complaints about this,” Commander Third Trill said.
“Bug folk should have figured out we can take a little damage by now,” Ranger Smitty muttered slipping into his chair and trying to hide his hands under his thighs.
The commander kept up his smile as he held out his winghooks.
“May I see your hands?” he asked.
Ranger Smitty hesitated but really couldn’t think of a good reason to refuse. So he pulled his hands out from under his thighs and put them on the top of the commander’s raised platform. He was somewhat satisfied to see the commander wince as he skipped forward to examine Ranger Smitty’s hands. They were perfectly normal hands as far as Ranger Smitty could see. He had broad fingers that squared off at the ends. Nine of his ten fingernails were perfectly healthy, and the one that wasn’t...well wasn’t there really...was showing every sign of growing back in normally. However the commander’s eyes seemed to be tracking over every scratch and scrape in his skin. There were a few of them. Working on the big sensor units were wasn’t easy on the old graspers after all.
Commander Third Trill glanced up at him meaningfully and very produced a measuring tape from one of the folds in his wing. Ranger Smitty arched an eyebrow at him and the commander very carefully laid the tape along the length of the worst healing cut. The tape stretched out to nearly a full wingspan in length and at its widest section threatened to engulf the thin tape.
“Is this normal Ranger Third Class Smitty?” Commander Third Trill asked with a glitter in his eyes.
“Normal?” Ranger Smitty hedged. “Well, that depends-”
“Ranger Smitty,” Commander Third Trill said with a sigh as he recoiled the measuring tape. “Before you answer please be aware that I have full access to the University records.”
Ranger Smitty squirmed and bit and then sighed.
“No sir,” he said. “It’s not recommended.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Commander Third Trill observed.
“Well where I come from this is normal,” Ranger Smitty said with a shrug. “You should’a seen my daddy’s hands, but it ain’t exactly recommended.”
“Very true,” Commander Third Trill accepted. “On this base we do consider it best to go with the recommended use of personnel protective equipment.”
Ranger Smitty heaved a sigh.
“Wear the gloves Ranger Third Class Smitty,” the commander said firmly.
“I’ll wear the gloves,” Ranger Smitty agreed.
“And do recall that even when Eighth Sister doesn’t accompany you your hands are visible when you get home.” Commander Third Trill said.
“Yes sir,” Ranger Smitty said as he stood and gave a brisk nod before leaving the office.  

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Will John Robinson Revive SAR in Season 3 - A Lost in Space Theory and Analysis - A Lot of Things

 Will John Robinson Revive SAR in Season 3?Hello My wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams theorizes. Today we are taking another look at the 2018 reboot of Lost in Space. It’s been nearly a good six months since season two dropped so we are almost halfway to season three. I’d like to take a look at one theory about what’s going to happen in the last season of Lost in Space. Specifically is John Robinson going to revive SAR.

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Tutorial Mode – It’s A Conspiracy Alright— Government or Corporate—Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 2

Tutorial Mode – It’s A Conspiracy Alright— Government or Corporate—Glitch Techs Season 1 Episode 2

Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams overanalyzes. Today we look at the second (or third depending on how you count the pilot) episode of the first season of Glitch Techs. This jumps right into the world building as our erstwhile heroes face a fantastic challenge! Training day! Dun, dun, dun! Seriously though, this show is a delight of tropes that are played straight, subverted, and used to cloak a growing plot until the moment is right. Let’s jump in. 



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​ What the Ever Loving Glitch Am I Watching - Glitch Tech Season 1 Episode 1 Part 1 – Analysis Review

​ What the Ever Loving Glitch Am I Watching - Glitch Tech Season 1 Episode 1 Part 1 – Analysis Review


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams over analyzes. Today we are looking at the first episode of Glitch Techs. This my friends is a gem of a cartoon and it opens with a nearly hour long pilot that keeps you guessing about the world’s rules even as it explains them.