HELLO LUKE Dahut will wave cheerily in greeting whenever they both reappear, looking very much in his element here. Imagine Scien noted self-surgeon just dragging you off to the operating theater like QUIT YOUR JOB JOIN MY BAND wow. At least there isn't any blood or corpse flowers hanging around this time.]
Hello, hello! Thank you for volunteering to help, monsieur!
[(Yaywon voice) This is how Scien memshares a bang
Anyway of course he comes at that because the last time y'all did this shit Scien fucking DIED ABOUT IT, but he's truly just here like ben_smoking.jpg. Relivers. But this sounds...? Less insane than some of the other experiments they've been running? So he keeps his commentary to himself for now.]
Tell me how it works, so I know what to watch for. [Just in case Dahut keels over too for some reason and he's the only one around to fix things.]
anyway relivers!! scien will just move to take a seat on the medical exam table, reaching out for the piece of machinery that'll rest on his head. i'm running this from memory and don't want to get my switch so if this is wrong the virche can come and kill me itself.]
The device will read the hippocampus and temporal lobe for memory, taking in the synapses and electronic transmissions in the brainwaves to create a data file that has all my memories.
[please don't make me go into psycho-bio nonsense in detail but if luke has follow up questions assume that scien answers him. he'll go to be horizontal on the table now.]
Dahut, count it down once all parameters are checked.
[BUSTLES AROUND don't get underfoot Luke or a 5ft nothin lil green bean will bowl you over. i also don't want to explain this weirdass science in detail so just assume he's doing science-looking stuff with their scuffed scrapyard Reliver machine. have i mentioned i hate relivers and every virche science. my god.]
O-kay! Parameters set and checked; all systems sound, all vitals stable. Counting down from three... two... one!
[LMFKSJGDKJH Y'ALL ARE SO VALID Luke just listens to these amazing descriptions. Genius to genius to genius communication. I fucking hate it here why did we do this.
But with that explained, he will stay close enough to intervene but mostly out of the way. 3 2 1 ACTION]
I should've tried to remake my thermal binoculars...
[GOD
WHAT CAN HE EVEN DO HERE. I guess he'll come over to look at the screens with Dahut?? Though he scans the rest of the room to see if anything else is out of place too.]
[at a glance, nothing in the room is out of place!
for what dahut is able to see on the typical input screen (not the newly added monitor), the process was a success! scien's memory data has been backed up and is available for perusal... though the file size seems to still be increasing?]
[BRO WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU STOP EXPERIENCING NEW MEMORIES TO UPLOAD. He's just rapidly browsing the backend data of these files to see if there's any information to be had here.]
[BACKEND DATA WE'RE REALLY JUST GOING TO MAKE UP WHATEVER VIRCHE SCIENCE WE WANT HERE NOW I SEE
anyway in the backend, he will see that more data is being created with each passing second. there are new memories being added, although the actual content is limited compared to the fuller range of prior memories. like the difference of uploading a megabyte and a kilobyte. the new memories, starting the second that the procedure began, are kilobytes.
[STOP I CAN'T BROWSE THE FRONTEND DATA THAT'S PROBABLY SUPER ILLEGAL OR THE WHOLE PLOT OF VIRCHE WOULD FALL APART he might break the law if he can't find anything else though.
He has no idea what to make of any of this. SCIEN!!!! (room of angel voice) ARE YOU HIDING AWAY LOST UNDER THE SEWERS]
I'm not going to shut it down in the middle of a data transfer!
[WHAT IF IT'S LIKE PULLING THE PLUG MID WINDOWS UPDATE... BUT ALSO, WHERE IS HIS HAMSTER. IS ANYTHING HAPPENING ON THE NEWER SCREEN.]
[the newer screen monitor is off since that's not part of the memory backup process. we love trying new things. science, the next frontier. or whatever.
We have emergency systems in place, but none of them cover the scenario "the patient has vanished into thin air"—!
[Actually did he vanish along with the headgear i hate it here. I GUESS HE WILL TURN THIS STUPID SCREEN ON though it's just a cursory check since he's still more focused on diving into the data that's APPEARING WHEN IT SHOULDN'T BE.]
Will that be enough for him to understand? I wonder if my consciousness can override the system. Though there's not much I can do from inside it. It was only meant to be a container...
[WHY IS DATA STILL APPEARING. Oh-- There's Scien's familiar voice! AND BINARY. Which Dahut can probably understand but i aki wish he didn't because it'd truly be so funny having to wheel this machine out to town hall instead and just not explain what happened.]
[Tragically Luke also understands binary so he just gives Dahut a look like WHAT DID I SAY. I guess it's affection week though so he'll just drop a fist lightly on Dahut's head like everyone else.]
Maybe you should leave him in there until he gives you a vacation. [He only says this now that they know Scien's fine]
[luke is so bold for a man who said to turn it off because if they turned off the machine scien would've still been trapped. that's now how reliver backups work.
anyway the memory gets ejected and then there's scien, sitting on the examination table again.... and he experiments with his hand, curling and uncurling his fingers. he runs his hand over his face and just starts... laughing? oh yes. and here's this super hinged expression again.]
I see... So that's it.
[he'll keep the headset on this time, and move toward where dahut is currently standing. he grabs him by the head - and pats him once - and then nudges him off to the side.]
Dahut. Move.
[EXPLAIN SOMETHING? NO? okay he's going to just type in furiously into the machine, and the monitor will fastrewind through his memories at 20x speed! the audio comes through, garbled, impossible to understand. he seems to be looking for a very specific moment in time.]
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HELLO LUKE Dahut will wave cheerily in greeting whenever they both reappear, looking very much in his element here. Imagine Scien noted self-surgeon just dragging you off to the operating theater like QUIT YOUR JOB JOIN MY BAND wow. At least there isn't any blood or corpse flowers hanging around this time.]
Hello, hello! Thank you for volunteering to help, monsieur!
[HE WAS VOLUNTOLD.]
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Anyway of course he comes at that because the last time y'all did this shit Scien fucking DIED ABOUT IT, but he's truly just here like ben_smoking.jpg. Relivers. But this sounds...? Less insane than some of the other experiments they've been running? So he keeps his commentary to himself for now.]
Tell me how it works, so I know what to watch for. [Just in case Dahut keels over too for some reason and he's the only one around to fix things.]
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anyway relivers!! scien will just move to take a seat on the medical exam table, reaching out for the piece of machinery that'll rest on his head. i'm running this from memory and don't want to get my switch so if this is wrong the virche can come and kill me itself.]
The device will read the hippocampus and temporal lobe for memory, taking in the synapses and electronic transmissions in the brainwaves to create a data file that has all my memories.
[please don't make me go into psycho-bio nonsense in detail but if luke has follow up questions assume that scien answers him. he'll go to be horizontal on the table now.]
Dahut, count it down once all parameters are checked.
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O-kay! Parameters set and checked; all systems sound, all vitals stable. Counting down from three... two... one!
[Does the Reliver thing.]
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But with that explained, he will stay close enough to intervene but mostly out of the way. 3 2 1 ACTION]
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scien disappears]
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...Um!
[Waves his hand through where Scien once was. THEY JUST FUCKING DEPARTICLED HIS HAMSTER.]
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"Um" is not a reassuring sound.
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there's nothing there, just air.
machine's still running though]
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[If the machine is running I GUESS HE'S GOING TO CHECK TO SEE WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON WITH THE SCREENS AND INFORMATION INPUT THOUGH.]
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[GOD
WHAT CAN HE EVEN DO HERE. I guess he'll come over to look at the screens with Dahut?? Though he scans the rest of the room to see if anything else is out of place too.]
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for what dahut is able to see on the typical input screen (not the newly added monitor), the process was a success! scien's memory data has been backed up and is available for perusal... though the file size seems to still be increasing?]
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Huh—?!
[BRO WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU STOP EXPERIENCING NEW MEMORIES TO UPLOAD. He's just rapidly browsing the backend data of these files to see if there's any information to be had here.]
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Shouldn't you turn it off?! [WHAT IF HE'S GETTING SUCKED INTO THE MACHINE DAHUT SAVE YOUR DAMN HAMSTER]
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anyway in the backend, he will see that more data is being created with each passing second. there are new memories being added, although the actual content is limited compared to the fuller range of prior memories. like the difference of uploading a megabyte and a kilobyte. the new memories, starting the second that the procedure began, are kilobytes.
but they are increasing.]
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He has no idea what to make of any of this. SCIEN!!!! (room of angel voice) ARE YOU HIDING AWAY LOST UNDER THE SEWERS]
I'm not going to shut it down in the middle of a data transfer!
[WHAT IF IT'S LIKE PULLING THE PLUG MID WINDOWS UPDATE... BUT ALSO, WHERE IS HIS HAMSTER. IS ANYTHING HAPPENING ON THE NEWER SCREEN.]
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You didn't install a pause button--?! [Y'ALL]
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you could turn it... on?]
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[Actually did he vanish along with the headgear i hate it here. I GUESS HE WILL TURN THIS STUPID SCREEN ON though it's just a cursory check since he's still more focused on diving into the data that's APPEARING WHEN IT SHOULDN'T BE.]
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the headgear is still there! it clattered onto the empty examination table after scien disappeared.
however when the screen turns on, it'll be black! damn. maybe not.]
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01000101 01001010 01000101 01000011 01010100 00100000 01010100 01001000 01000101 00100000 01001101 01000101 01001101 01001111 01010010 01011001.
01000101 01001010 01000101 01000011 01010100 00100000 01010100 01001000 01000101 00100000 01001101 01000101 01001101 01001111 01010010 01011001.
[a pause. a sigh.]
Will that be enough for him to understand? I wonder if my consciousness can override the system. Though there's not much I can do from inside it. It was only meant to be a container...
[and then it begins reciting again, on repeat.]
01000101 01001010 01000101 01000011 01010100 00100000 01010100 01001000 01000101 00100000 01001101 01000101 01001101 01001111 01010010 01011001.
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This shouldn't even be happening...
[WHY IS DATA STILL APPEARING. Oh-- There's Scien's familiar voice! AND BINARY. Which Dahut can probably understand but i aki wish he didn't because it'd truly be so funny having to wheel this machine out to town hall instead and just not explain what happened.]
...Why?! Don't just get yourself stuck!!
[i guess he ejects the memory tch]
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Maybe you should leave him in there until he gives you a vacation. [He only says this now that they know Scien's fine]
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anyway the memory gets ejected and then there's scien, sitting on the examination table again.... and he experiments with his hand, curling and uncurling his fingers. he runs his hand over his face and just starts... laughing? oh yes. and here's this super hinged expression again.]
I see... So that's it.
[he'll keep the headset on this time, and move toward where dahut is currently standing. he grabs him by the head - and pats him once - and then nudges him off to the side.]
Dahut. Move.
[EXPLAIN SOMETHING? NO? okay he's going to just type in furiously into the machine, and the monitor will fastrewind through his memories at 20x speed! the audio comes through, garbled, impossible to understand. he seems to be looking for a very specific moment in time.]
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