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Oh, this again. I suppose it is a more normal mindset.
[his emotions are a little odd still - like they're not being processed correctly. there is a sense of almost amusement, but more than that a curiosity. distantly, very small, a quiet murmur of appreciation.]
That's right. Though more accurately, it would be me with all the memories just before arriving on this ship.
[his emotions are a little odd still - like they're not being processed correctly. there is a sense of almost amusement, but more than that a curiosity. distantly, very small, a quiet murmur of appreciation.]
That's right. Though more accurately, it would be me with all the memories just before arriving on this ship.
So... what would happen if you went home, and found out that they went ahead and made another you? What would you do then?
[i'm so sorry anise]
Because there shouldn't be two of me. I agree that protocol is to replace me so that I'm able to continue my work on the research to save the rest of the island. I wrote it myself.
However, Relivers were never meant to co-exist with the individual they're replacing. They should only be a last resort after death.
Because there shouldn't be two of me. I agree that protocol is to replace me so that I'm able to continue my work on the research to save the rest of the island. I wrote it myself.
However, Relivers were never meant to co-exist with the individual they're replacing. They should only be a last resort after death.
Ugh...
[ so rude, to expect her to reciprocate. ]
I don't know that much about how it started. The technology's supposed to be banned in the first place. But... a group of people tried to use it to make a replacement for an important person who was about to die without a successor. They did it secretly, so nobody would know he died.
[ she's trying not to show it, but there's a mixture of heavy emotions there. sadness, longing, frustration, grief. ]
And when a replica meets their original... it's not like there's a "protocol" for that. They work it out. Or they don't, and they fight about it like idiots.
[ so rude, to expect her to reciprocate. ]
I don't know that much about how it started. The technology's supposed to be banned in the first place. But... a group of people tried to use it to make a replacement for an important person who was about to die without a successor. They did it secretly, so nobody would know he died.
[ she's trying not to show it, but there's a mixture of heavy emotions there. sadness, longing, frustration, grief. ]
And when a replica meets their original... it's not like there's a "protocol" for that. They work it out. Or they don't, and they fight about it like idiots.
[he nods in understanding]
It is a reasonable technology to be banned. [and because he's not polite enough to ignore the feelings that he gets from her (even though they don't quite process all the way for him, disappearing before they reach full strength)] You clearly have a personal investment in it.
Then I'll answer that the Reliver process was developed specifically because the residents of Arpéchéle all die by the time they reach age 23. I invented as a temporary measure until I discovered the cause of this so-called curse. Relivers cannot coexist with each other because the procedure is for the corpse to be brought to the Institute before we create the Reliver. This is to prevent, as you call it, 'fighting like idiots'.
My case is an exception, as the country would fall apart without me. I've been assassinated via abduction and murder before, after all. As such, a new Reliver may be created once I have disappeared for a long enough amount of time. The reason I cannot exist with another me is because the power struggle would be too annoying to deal with, and bystanders who have nothing to do with it could get caught in the mess. It is easier for myself to accept that, as the outdated vessel, I should die.
[i wish that he could have even the slightest flicker of emotion about this - about any of this. but no, there isn't so much as a ripple of uncertainty or anxiety]
It is a reasonable technology to be banned. [and because he's not polite enough to ignore the feelings that he gets from her (even though they don't quite process all the way for him, disappearing before they reach full strength)] You clearly have a personal investment in it.
Then I'll answer that the Reliver process was developed specifically because the residents of Arpéchéle all die by the time they reach age 23. I invented as a temporary measure until I discovered the cause of this so-called curse. Relivers cannot coexist with each other because the procedure is for the corpse to be brought to the Institute before we create the Reliver. This is to prevent, as you call it, 'fighting like idiots'.
My case is an exception, as the country would fall apart without me. I've been assassinated via abduction and murder before, after all. As such, a new Reliver may be created once I have disappeared for a long enough amount of time. The reason I cannot exist with another me is because the power struggle would be too annoying to deal with, and bystanders who have nothing to do with it could get caught in the mess. It is easier for myself to accept that, as the outdated vessel, I should die.
[i wish that he could have even the slightest flicker of emotion about this - about any of this. but no, there isn't so much as a ripple of uncertainty or anxiety]
What...
[ THAT'S A LOT TO TAKE IN. ]
... Everyone?
[ anise, on the other hand, is having a lot of emotions, because she's slowly realizing just how much death that is. it's horrifying. it's sad. can it even be true? ]
How long has it been like that? That... curse?
[ THAT'S A LOT TO TAKE IN. ]
... Everyone?
[ anise, on the other hand, is having a lot of emotions, because she's slowly realizing just how much death that is. it's horrifying. it's sad. can it even be true? ]
How long has it been like that? That... curse?
[all of her emotions resonate with him - to a degree. when they enter his end of the connection, they do the same thing of that rise in crescendo until they suddenly falter and disappear.]
All my life, and then at least since my father and my grandfather's lives before me. Supposedly, hundreds of years.
Reliver technology is used to, at least slightly, delay the extinction of our population until a remedy is found.
All my life, and then at least since my father and my grandfather's lives before me. Supposedly, hundreds of years.
Reliver technology is used to, at least slightly, delay the extinction of our population until a remedy is found.
So from the moment you're born, you only have a small amount of time... but that's...
[ it's sad. incredibly so.
... there has to be some hope in all of this, doesn't there? that's where her thoughts go to next, as he might be able to perceive. ]
[ it's sad. incredibly so.
... there has to be some hope in all of this, doesn't there? that's where her thoughts go to next, as he might be able to perceive. ]
[ . . . eugh there's so many emotions here and there's a vague sense of annoyance from him - mostly at just having to feel all of it. but even thee annoyance doesn't resonate quite right]
It won't last forever. I won't allow it.
Reliver technology is a temporary measure to grant us more time until we're able to discern the cause of the curse. Don't pity us, or overly worry.
But that is where we differ from fomicry. Don't conflate the two, when the circumstances of their origin were different.
It won't last forever. I won't allow it.
Reliver technology is a temporary measure to grant us more time until we're able to discern the cause of the curse. Don't pity us, or overly worry.
But that is where we differ from fomicry. Don't conflate the two, when the circumstances of their origin were different.
... Fine.
[ not that she can actually control her feelings like that. but she understands that fretting doesn't fix anything. ]
I just can't stand the idea of people's lives being treated like something that's easily replaced. The way you were talking before, I thought you were taking this way too lightly.
[ and if she misunderstood, it's probably his own fault for sounding like that... ]
[ not that she can actually control her feelings like that. but she understands that fretting doesn't fix anything. ]
I just can't stand the idea of people's lives being treated like something that's easily replaced. The way you were talking before, I thought you were taking this way too lightly.
[ and if she misunderstood, it's probably his own fault for sounding like that... ]
[it is absolutely his fault because he absolutely talks like that]
I don't particularly care to get into semantics. Everyone has their own relationship with life and death.
But this is my life and extended life's work, and my responsibility. That's all there is to it.
I don't particularly care to get into semantics. Everyone has their own relationship with life and death.
But this is my life and extended life's work, and my responsibility. That's all there is to it.
[well.
if anise finds herself returning to the observation room, there's scien. for once, he's up. no longer lounging on whatever the closest surface is, instead moving to inspect the different doors and vents that might be in the area. he's more unkempt than usual, his usual braid nowhere to be found, clothes even more rumpled as if no one's bothered to fix him. or no one's around to anymore. even then, his expression seems as unbothered as always except -
once getting close enough to him, there are those broken, not-quite right emotions are at play again. normally, any type of feeling coming from him would be a rare thing. but right now they seem to be playing out without his permission. bewilderment, dissatisfaction, frustration, and this slow, building sense of anger. as with earlier in the week when he felt it from someone else, every time that feeling grows too strong it seems to stall and suddenly disappear—
but this time it comes back. a loop of slow-building fury. because this time, that strong, burdensome feeling is his own.
when footsteps approach, he's direct, gaze sharp and message to the point:]
You. Find anything?
if anise finds herself returning to the observation room, there's scien. for once, he's up. no longer lounging on whatever the closest surface is, instead moving to inspect the different doors and vents that might be in the area. he's more unkempt than usual, his usual braid nowhere to be found, clothes even more rumpled as if no one's bothered to fix him. or no one's around to anymore. even then, his expression seems as unbothered as always except -
once getting close enough to him, there are those broken, not-quite right emotions are at play again. normally, any type of feeling coming from him would be a rare thing. but right now they seem to be playing out without his permission. bewilderment, dissatisfaction, frustration, and this slow, building sense of anger. as with earlier in the week when he felt it from someone else, every time that feeling grows too strong it seems to stall and suddenly disappear—
but this time it comes back. a loop of slow-building fury. because this time, that strong, burdensome feeling is his own.
when footsteps approach, he's direct, gaze sharp and message to the point:]
You. Find anything?
[ Anise does return, holding Tokunaga in her arms and wearing her Nuts & Bolts sweats. She stops as soon as he looks her way, looking right back and... wow. He unraveled fast.
... Not that she can blame him. She's in shock, herself. At his question, she shakes her head. ]
You're looking for clues? ... I'll help.
... Not that she can blame him. She's in shock, herself. At his question, she shakes her head. ]
You're looking for clues? ... I'll help.
[sometimes you're just a stupid lil hamster that needs someone to make sure you don't fall apart]
Run through what diagnostics you can on your I.R.I.S. for anything amiss. Check the doors, vents, windows. The spot where Luke died, if you can stomach it.
They were both here.
[he's not sure if that means something, but it is a place they still have access to]
Run through what diagnostics you can on your I.R.I.S. for anything amiss. Check the doors, vents, windows. The spot where Luke died, if you can stomach it.
They were both here.
[he's not sure if that means something, but it is a place they still have access to]
Luke looked like he was having a heart attack... but Dahut...
[ ... she looks over the room, mentally trying to recreate the last thing she saw before passing out. ]
It doesn't make any sense... If they were both here, why isn't this room locked down for investigation?
[ ... she looks over the room, mentally trying to recreate the last thing she saw before passing out. ]
It doesn't make any sense... If they were both here, why isn't this room locked down for investigation?
[ yeah... that's not something they can trust in so easily. ]
If they try to hide something from us, then we'll get it out of them one way or another.
He can't just disappear... I won't let that happen.
If they try to hide something from us, then we'll get it out of them one way or another.
He can't just disappear... I won't let that happen.
You always have to find the worst way to put things, don't you...
[ ugh!! ]
[ ugh!! ]
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