[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?
It might be. I have a few more tests planned, now that we know this much. Though it will take me time to build since this device in its current state cannot accommodate what I have in mind.
[ah but he's in such a good mood. he will go to start packing up the machine and guiding it toward a closet that he made in the surgery lab.... it has a biometric lock so he's just going to shut it once all the wiring is packed away.]
It's a pretty fascinating concept! [And it also makes more sense to him than being a ghost.] There are a few things that I want to test, too...
[FUCKING RELIVERS AT IT IMMEDIATELY. He'll just watch Scien go pack the machine away into his stupid biometric locked closet in this cursedass surgery lab.
[He sighs... and leans on Dahut's head like it's an armrest.]
Alright. I'll be here. [For support... even if that just means being judgmental.] I'm looking into building something that'll let us call each other a little more easily, since this place is getting big. I'll get you some prototypes once I have something.
[We are denied pagers but maybe I can swing like. Beepers or something idk. Modifies the roomba]
I'll go get everyone together. We have a lot to talk about.
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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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[ah but he's in such a good mood. he will go to start packing up the machine and guiding it toward a closet that he made in the surgery lab.... it has a biometric lock so he's just going to shut it once all the wiring is packed away.]
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[FUCKING RELIVERS AT IT IMMEDIATELY. He'll just watch Scien go pack the machine away into his stupid biometric locked closet in this cursedass surgery lab.
He reaches out to pat Luke in the meantime.]
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Alright. I'll be here. [For support... even if that just means being judgmental.] I'm looking into building something that'll let us call each other a little more easily, since this place is getting big. I'll get you some prototypes once I have something.
[We are denied pagers but maybe I can swing like. Beepers or something idk. Modifies the roomba]
I'll go get everyone together. We have a lot to talk about.
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[scien is just going to give him access to the biometric lock for their crazy lil reliver tech]
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Thank you, Monsieur Luke! [i hope it is a truly stupid system of communication. DELIVERY ROOMBAS LIKE MESSENGER PIGEONS.
But whenever Luke moseys off, he'll trot over to Scien so they can do their stupid biometric lock bullshit.]