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.]
[SCIEN JUST LOST FOREVER TO THE MACHINE. I guess he will accept both this fist bonk (though he whappypaws Luke in return) AND THEN BEING GRABBED BY THE HEAD MOMENTS AFTER SCIEN COMES BACK??? This is what he gets for nervously darting in the second Scien remanifests. He has to check to make sure all of his parts are alive (undead???) and well, listen...
BUT HE'S NUDGED and he'll step out of the way, though he does move to hover behind him as he works.]
Please use your words...
[WHAT IS HAPPENING. He reaches out to tap Scien's back while he works like he's testing how solid he is.]
[I so desperately wish Luke was a petty enough bitch to have a whole conversation like "Oh hi Scien welcome back" "Oh thank you, yes I'm fine, thanks for asking" AND MAYBE HE IS THAT PETTY SOMETIMES...... but tragically, right now, nerd brain takes over, so he just crowds in to look over Scien's shoulder. And over Dahut I guess but that was never an issue]
[they're all crowding!! here's what they see on the monitor:
welcome to an average day at the institute. they're going that far back in scien's memories, long before the eudora. he's moving to head toward the main room where they welcome relivers, thoughts occupied with different experiments that he intends to run, but then dahut comes crashing into the view! he hands scien a number of papers, all of which are in crisp vision. memorized, clear, all a list of the results for their latest batch of reliver bodies.
however at the point that scien's focused shifts, dahut becomes tuned out. a muffled little voice, but nothing comes through.
he fastforwards to a different memory and lets it play at 8x speed. this time it's the helly belly canteen, where scien is working on building one of the monitors. it passes quickly and uneventfully, a single-minded focus, but then suddenly a plate of food and water appear. a green shape leaves the canteen. then more parts for the monitor. a brief flash of luke's face before their conversation from this past saturday's trial flickers through.
scien pauses the memory replay and removes the headset. the monitor turns black. then he laughs, eyes bright and amused.]
We are made of memory, and only memory.
[even though he's solid to the touch for dahut and luke.]
We do not have bodies or physical corporeal entities in this space. I disappeared because memory is the only component of my existence, rather than the physical. My memories according to this machine are only an exact replica of what I expect, nothing else. They do not take into consideration subconscious input or more distant recall.
[he laughs again, terribly amused]
That is why the Helly Belly locations adjust based on our understanding and wishes—it is us and our expectations and lingering will made manifest.
[Dahut just sitting here like SO THAT'S WHY MY NANITES LOOKED THE WAY THEY DID.
He does not say this out loud, though. Instead he just takes in what some of them have probably been edging closer to guessing anyway, given the weekly effects and the strange oddities they've been running into.]
...I see! [HE SEES...] Mademoiselle Rodeo was more correct than she knows!
["IS THERE CANDY IN THE WEIRD MEDPOD CONSCIOUS LIMBO" WHY YES YES THERE IS, BECAUSE IT WAS WILLED INTO EXISTENCE.]
[Imagine if I just posted man_standing again because Luke is too normie for this
--Except, in a way, that works in his favor. A man who didn't believe in ghosts and spirits until he had to meet them face to face, a man who doesn't come from a world with backups or phoenixes or miracles--to him, their continued consciousness here is the anomaly. The fact that their wills are strong enough to manifest like this is almost less surprising than the idea that they aren't truly dead.]
So that's why we're still tangible--because we've always known ourselves to be?
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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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BUT HE'S NUDGED and he'll step out of the way, though he does move to hover behind him as he works.]
Please use your words...
[WHAT IS HAPPENING. He reaches out to tap Scien's back while he works like he's testing how solid he is.]
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You saw something?
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welcome to an average day at the institute. they're going that far back in scien's memories, long before the eudora. he's moving to head toward the main room where they welcome relivers, thoughts occupied with different experiments that he intends to run, but then dahut comes crashing into the view! he hands scien a number of papers, all of which are in crisp vision. memorized, clear, all a list of the results for their latest batch of reliver bodies.
however at the point that scien's focused shifts, dahut becomes tuned out. a muffled little voice, but nothing comes through.
he fastforwards to a different memory and lets it play at 8x speed. this time it's the helly belly canteen, where scien is working on building one of the monitors. it passes quickly and uneventfully, a single-minded focus, but then suddenly a plate of food and water appear. a green shape leaves the canteen. then more parts for the monitor. a brief flash of luke's face before their conversation from this past saturday's trial flickers through.
scien pauses the memory replay and removes the headset. the monitor turns black. then he laughs, eyes bright and amused.]
We are made of memory, and only memory.
[even though he's solid to the touch for dahut and luke.]
We do not have bodies or physical corporeal entities in this space. I disappeared because memory is the only component of my existence, rather than the physical. My memories according to this machine are only an exact replica of what I expect, nothing else. They do not take into consideration subconscious input or more distant recall.
[he laughs again, terribly amused]
That is why the Helly Belly locations adjust based on our understanding and wishes—it is us and our expectations and lingering will made manifest.
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He does not say this out loud, though. Instead he just takes in what some of them have probably been edging closer to guessing anyway, given the weekly effects and the strange oddities they've been running into.]
...I see! [HE SEES...] Mademoiselle Rodeo was more correct than she knows!
["IS THERE CANDY IN THE WEIRD MEDPOD CONSCIOUS LIMBO" WHY YES YES THERE IS, BECAUSE IT WAS WILLED INTO EXISTENCE.]
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--Except, in a way, that works in his favor. A man who didn't believe in ghosts and spirits until he had to meet them face to face, a man who doesn't come from a world with backups or phoenixes or miracles--to him, their continued consciousness here is the anomaly. The fact that their wills are strong enough to manifest like this is almost less surprising than the idea that they aren't truly dead.]
So that's why we're still tangible--because we've always known ourselves to be?
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