[pours one out for making this catchall this late.
anyway! time for a little freak experiment.
shoma and dahut are both called into the stasis room early in the morning, and the relivers are probably decent enough to briefly put up a sign that warns people against coming in. experiment in progress. the whole thing doesn't actually take that long. scien probably has the whatever additional tools he might need from the medical bay, and the reliver machine does most of the work. he instructs dahut to show shoma the process of making a reliver—from the memory upload to the process of vessel creation. today, however, it's different.
scien uploads his memory without problem, and then he sets up the reliver machine to make five (5) empty vessels from his dna. it happens one by one, where an egg-like structure sudden appears above base component. as each vessel is done being made, the outer shell of the egg neatly evaporates into thin air, leaving no mess. only a perfect replication of scien's body—heart beating, breathing, but no comprehension behind multi-colored eyes.
the genius beloved by god does the dirty work. he grabs each of his clones as they appear, one by one, looking himself in the face as he performs neat, precise incision in their chests. who would know where the heart is better than him? each one carved out, taken to the side, until he begins to frankenstein them together. once it's prepared, he sheds his own bloodied clothes and then goes to enter the next egg-like structure. in the most bare minimum level of decency, he lets his now red labcoat fall over the pile of his own corpses as if it'll obscure the horrors from dahut and shoma at all.]
I prepared two memory back-ups. [most people only get one but scien cheats because it's his tech] If this one goes to Hades, just revive me normally and we start from the beginning.
[that one meme that's like 'i would like my gravestone to hint at a sequel' but it's just scien's entire existence. he hits a button himself on the machine for the process to start, and disappears behind the faux glass structure to create a miracle.
this entire time, his feelings have been a very steady pulse of focus and preparation. even now, there is no fear of death, even knowing the chance of it is fairly real. but how can he fear something that he defeated long ago?]
Anyway, this is all happening. Dahut's just going to run through everything like it's rote because it pretty much is, and his emotional spread is even-keeled the entire time. THE HORRORS ARE HERE but the horrors are always here for Dahut, so he explains the process like it's another day in the office, observes carefully as five soulless Sciens are carved apart like Thanksgiving turkeys, and provides the quick and speedy assistance excepted of... well, an assistant.
As Scien gets ready to go potentially explode, he just waves.]
Got it, got it! Try not to make too much of a mess if that happens, okay?
[TEASING AT THIS HOUR. But then there goes Scien, and Dahut will move to adjust the corpses and red labcoat so they're a little tidier. As he looks over toward Shoma, his emotions continue to just vibe like still water, threads of curiosity and a little underlying near-anxious expectation thrumming through as he glances toward the egg.]
[ every day shoma has to remember that relivers are fucking freaks. but he agreed to be here so like...who is the real freak here? (still them. definitely still them.) he's arriving on time because he's admittedly been extremely curious about the process since scien told him yesterday, and he's being very attentive and quiet as he observes. it's easy to listen to dahut and file away the information, sort of like listening to a true crime podcast where the host is really calmly explaining the fucked up horrors of humanity as if they were talking about a sunny day with a light chance of rain later. but it's not hard to miss the way both of them know exactly what roles to play in this. it's a well-oiled machine, a team of two who have done this multiple times and that is also fascinating to see.
it's a level of experimentation that's a little beyond what he knows, and so he's keeping his gaze on the vessels. cannot believe relivers are hatched from eggs, actually, and the emotional feedback really does read as impressed once he sees the clones. they're alive, but they aren't. a vegetative state. is a person really a person without a heart?
it's messy work to watch the way they cut and mend pieces together, and yet this doesn't bother him as much as it should. it's hard to say if it's because of everything that's happened or if he's always just been a little numb to these things now.
still...scien disappears into the glass and he picks up on dahut's vibes. shoma's own emotions are just faint pulses of curiosity and a low-level level of worry that he's not acknowledging ]
I knew this was an intricate process but this is... [ intense. meticulous. it shouldn't even be possible, really, and yet here they are. doing these things. ] Different.
[ somehow he has a feeling this won't fail. you don't take chances on yourself like this without being confident in your work, real possibility of death or not. ]
[i think about how scien is technically totally aware inside this wild lil egg thing but it should actually take longer than two seconds for the process to finish so
[SCIEN JUST STUCK IN THERE at least they're just chattering about normal things (nothing about this situation is normal) maybe so.
You'd be hard-pressed to tell it isn't normal with how they're treating it!!!! Damn!! At least that's better(???) for Shoma, so he can process the gore like a true crime blogcast hosted by someone who gives you like one CW before showing gruesome crime scene photos. It's fine, it's fine. Dahut doesn't like seeing the real Scien suffer, but he's enough of a fucked up Reliver who has gone through so many bodies and lives that he can compartmentalize perfectly and not feel even a little rattled over the mountain of corpses that were sacrificed to give birth to a new Scien. From an egg. Surprise!
He'll lean back against one of the other pods, glancing over toward Shoma.]
Different is one way to describe it! It's probably incomparable, right? Everyone's always so impressed when they watch bits and pieces for the first time.
[Even science-minded weirdos, who are largely the only type of people they hire...]
But yes! Two is plenty. Two is more than what's typical, really; we're being extra cautious.
[ he will process the gore perfectly fine, thank you. he will probably freak out later but for right now he's very invested in the process. ]
I can see why. Even knowing how stuff worked at Horadori Institute there's no way the stuff he was doing was anything like this. [ which is both a good and bad thing. impressive is right. ] And if you don't need the second backup then...can you overwrite it for next time? Like backing up your memories to a more recent copy.
That's not a bad thing! [He'll just say it... He wouldn't trust technology like this with anyone but Scien.
As for the backup:] Backups are one-use, so he'd have to make a new one to update to the most recent moment. Any secondary backup that doesn't get used will be destroyed, of course!
[ HE FEELS LIKE HE SHOULD FREAK OUT but honestly we have seen so many dead bodies over the last several weeks in various states of fucked up. it's fine. ]
No, it's not. [ a surge of anger. as usual, fuck chikara horadori. ] This isn't the kind of thing you handle lightly, this is like...literally creating new life. Even if it's just a copy. [ but anyway... ] As long as there isn't any damage in destroying the backup then. ...how long did it take to even create this machine? Finetuning all of the details sounds really difficult.
[ this is said in a way like he thinks the challenge would've been exciting. ]
[AAAAAA YOU CAN STILL FREAK OUT OVER A MOUNTAIN OF CORPSES SHOMA DON'T BECOME DESENSITIZEEEED.
He'll lean forward so he can give Shoma's lil noggin a gentle patpet when he feels the surge of anger, though. Yeah! Fuck that blockhead-lookin ass.]
Mm, you get it, you get it. Life and death both need to be treated with respect! But yes, you don't have to worry about any damage transfer. A backup is just data until it isn't! [Said with a lil wink and a light laugh.]
You'll want to ask Monsieur Scien about the details, though. The technology's down to a - forgive the phrasing - science by now, but he's the inventor, after all. That was before my time!
[ it's okay they are covered with a coat right now (no.) the sudden rage dissipates quickly and suddenly with the headpat like he's surprised. ]
It's the "until it isn't" part that's always a little worrying, you know. [ dryly. but yeah...life and death both need to be treated with respect. he understands that. he's staring at the egg where the new scien will be hatched. ] I keep forgetting you guys weren't always together. Though I guess your entire existence would have only come to fruition because of the technology in the first place.
[Out of sight out of mind....... Shoma gets a little hair ruffle before Dahut pulls his hand away again.]
Don't worry about it! [IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S FINE. He'll follow Shoma's gaze over to the egg, though, and he just laughs like a lil shit.]
Technically, our paths could have crossed briefly even if he didn't create Reliver technology! He's an old coot, but I'm not that far behind... I was around five or so when he succeeded in making the first Reliver.
And now you're both really old men... [ don't just repeat that. ] I do think something like made it a little easier to meet though. Scien created something that was in high demand, and you obviously have the brains to keep up.
[JUST SMILING BRIGHTLY yes compliment his big brain more thanks.]
But you're right, considering he would have died that same year. Now he has to deal with me every day at the Institute, instead! No good deed goes unpunished.
[ reaching over to pat him on the head, subtly looking away from the corpse pile. ]
And I'm sure he'd be the first to tell you that. [ a joke. ] ...this really is incredible though. Not to mention the kind of advancements you can make after the base was made.
You should have just said that out loud! But you're right. Fast, fast changes are on the horizon, but after a period of stagnation, that's not a terrible thing, is it?
anyway this is enough time for the egg to incubate. time to birth a god.
similar with the other vessels, the cracks form in the egg—before it all starts to fall apart and evaporate, leaving no trace behind. instead there is only scien, naked as the day he was born (technically today), with his myriad of scars and bruises. neat rows of stitches tell the story of scien's self-experimentation, and the skin grafting over his chest reveal its conclusion. a new heart installed.
when he walks out, his off-kilter, static-y, facsimile of emotions are replaced. instead there is only the crystal clear confidence of a man who was once a god, coupled with a mild curiosity as he wanders out and examines his own body. perfectly functioning, capable of the full spectrum of human emotion, and with all pieces intact including his restored arm.]
Are you two done?
[there is traces of annoyance, but they're faint against the teasing]
[OKAY ARROGANT except it truly is just a sasuga Scien moment, damn.
There's something a little nostalgic about this that probably reflects in his emotions a little, once notably clearer than Scien's and now the only ones left in the room that have that strange off-kilter tilt and slight faded edge.
He'll move over to where he's left another set of non-bloodied clothing and then head over to Scien, waiting for him to finish making sure all of his body parts are there before holding them out.]
Welcome back, Monsieur Hope For The Ages. Everything's in working order?
[ TIME TO BIRTH A GOD. and so scien leaves his egg and shoma's mostly tracing over him with his eyes to take in all of the bruises and scars and settling on the new arm and the stitches along his chest. everything looks like an perfect, revised copy, and that alone really is a miracle.
there's a faint grin, and his emotions are some mixture of awe, curiosity and a light hint of wariness that comes from being presented with something unknown and new. ]
You're enough reason for something, yeah. [ the arrogance is a little funny because honestly, he thinks maybe he'd be arrogant, too, if he accomplished something so beyond a normal mortal's grasp. he watches dahut briefly, picking up on the fine difference between the emotional feedback from both of them and noting the way this seems to be routine, too. ] Looks like everything transferred over pretty well.
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week 7, monday cw: surgery description, virche
anyway! time for a little freak experiment.
shoma and dahut are both called into the stasis room early in the morning, and the relivers are probably decent enough to briefly put up a sign that warns people against coming in. experiment in progress. the whole thing doesn't actually take that long. scien probably has the whatever additional tools he might need from the medical bay, and the reliver machine does most of the work. he instructs dahut to show shoma the process of making a reliver—from the memory upload to the process of vessel creation. today, however, it's different.
scien uploads his memory without problem, and then he sets up the reliver machine to make five (5) empty vessels from his dna. it happens one by one, where an egg-like structure sudden appears above base component. as each vessel is done being made, the outer shell of the egg neatly evaporates into thin air, leaving no mess. only a perfect replication of scien's body—heart beating, breathing, but no comprehension behind multi-colored eyes.
the genius beloved by god does the dirty work. he grabs each of his clones as they appear, one by one, looking himself in the face as he performs neat, precise incision in their chests. who would know where the heart is better than him? each one carved out, taken to the side, until he begins to frankenstein them together. once it's prepared, he sheds his own bloodied clothes and then goes to enter the next egg-like structure. in the most bare minimum level of decency, he lets his now red labcoat fall over the pile of his own corpses as if it'll obscure the horrors from dahut and shoma at all.]
I prepared two memory back-ups. [most people only get one but scien cheats because it's his tech] If this one goes to Hades, just revive me normally and we start from the beginning.
[that one meme that's like 'i would like my gravestone to hint at a sequel' but it's just scien's entire existence. he hits a button himself on the machine for the process to start, and disappears behind the faux glass structure to create a miracle.
this entire time, his feelings have been a very steady pulse of focus and preparation. even now, there is no fear of death, even knowing the chance of it is fairly real. but how can he fear something that he defeated long ago?]
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Anyway, this is all happening. Dahut's just going to run through everything like it's rote because it pretty much is, and his emotional spread is even-keeled the entire time. THE HORRORS ARE HERE but the horrors are always here for Dahut, so he explains the process like it's another day in the office, observes carefully as five soulless Sciens are carved apart like Thanksgiving turkeys, and provides the quick and speedy assistance excepted of... well, an assistant.
As Scien gets ready to go potentially explode, he just waves.]
Got it, got it! Try not to make too much of a mess if that happens, okay?
[TEASING AT THIS HOUR. But then there goes Scien, and Dahut will move to adjust the corpses and red labcoat so they're a little tidier. As he looks over toward Shoma, his emotions continue to just vibe like still water, threads of curiosity and a little underlying near-anxious expectation thrumming through as he glances toward the egg.]
Holding up alright?
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it's a level of experimentation that's a little beyond what he knows, and so he's keeping his gaze on the vessels. cannot believe relivers are hatched from eggs, actually, and the emotional feedback really does read as impressed once he sees the clones. they're alive, but they aren't. a vegetative state. is a person really a person without a heart?
it's messy work to watch the way they cut and mend pieces together, and yet this doesn't bother him as much as it should. it's hard to say if it's because of everything that's happened or if he's always just been a little numb to these things now.
still...scien disappears into the glass and he picks up on dahut's vibes. shoma's own emotions are just faint pulses of curiosity and a low-level level of worry that he's not acknowledging ]
I knew this was an intricate process but this is... [ intense. meticulous. it shouldn't even be possible, really, and yet here they are. doing these things. ] Different.
[ somehow he has a feeling this won't fail. you don't take chances on yourself like this without being confident in your work, real possibility of death or not. ]
Two should be enough, right?
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keep talking you lil teenage freaks]
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You'd be hard-pressed to tell it isn't normal with how they're treating it!!!! Damn!! At least that's better(???) for Shoma, so he can process the gore like a true crime blogcast hosted by someone who gives you like one CW before showing gruesome crime scene photos. It's fine, it's fine. Dahut doesn't like seeing the real Scien suffer, but he's enough of a fucked up Reliver who has gone through so many bodies and lives that he can compartmentalize perfectly and not feel even a little rattled over the mountain of corpses that were sacrificed to give birth to a new Scien. From an egg. Surprise!
He'll lean back against one of the other pods, glancing over toward Shoma.]
Different is one way to describe it! It's probably incomparable, right? Everyone's always so impressed when they watch bits and pieces for the first time.
[Even science-minded weirdos, who are largely the only type of people they hire...]
But yes! Two is plenty. Two is more than what's typical, really; we're being extra cautious.
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I can see why. Even knowing how stuff worked at Horadori Institute there's no way the stuff he was doing was anything like this. [ which is both a good and bad thing. impressive is right. ] And if you don't need the second backup then...can you overwrite it for next time? Like backing up your memories to a more recent copy.
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That's not a bad thing! [He'll just say it... He wouldn't trust technology like this with anyone but Scien.
As for the backup:] Backups are one-use, so he'd have to make a new one to update to the most recent moment. Any secondary backup that doesn't get used will be destroyed, of course!
[SAFETY IN DESTRUCTION.]
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No, it's not. [ a surge of anger. as usual, fuck chikara horadori. ] This isn't the kind of thing you handle lightly, this is like...literally creating new life. Even if it's just a copy. [ but anyway... ] As long as there isn't any damage in destroying the backup then. ...how long did it take to even create this machine? Finetuning all of the details sounds really difficult.
[ this is said in a way like he thinks the challenge would've been exciting. ]
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He'll lean forward so he can give Shoma's lil noggin a gentle patpet when he feels the surge of anger, though. Yeah! Fuck that blockhead-lookin ass.]
Mm, you get it, you get it. Life and death both need to be treated with respect! But yes, you don't have to worry about any damage transfer. A backup is just data until it isn't! [Said with a lil wink and a light laugh.]
You'll want to ask Monsieur Scien about the details, though. The technology's down to a - forgive the phrasing - science by now, but he's the inventor, after all. That was before my time!
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It's the "until it isn't" part that's always a little worrying, you know. [ dryly. but yeah...life and death both need to be treated with respect. he understands that. he's staring at the egg where the new scien will be hatched. ] I keep forgetting you guys weren't always together. Though I guess your entire existence would have only come to fruition because of the technology in the first place.
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Don't worry about it! [IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S FINE. He'll follow Shoma's gaze over to the egg, though, and he just laughs like a lil shit.]
Technically, our paths could have crossed briefly even if he didn't create Reliver technology! He's an old coot, but I'm not that far behind... I was around five or so when he succeeded in making the first Reliver.
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[JUST SMILING BRIGHTLY yes compliment his big brain more thanks.]
But you're right, considering he would have died that same year. Now he has to deal with me every day at the Institute, instead! No good deed goes unpunished.
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And I'm sure he'd be the first to tell you that. [ a joke. ] ...this really is incredible though. Not to mention the kind of advancements you can make after the base was made.
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Oh, he would, he would! [IT'S NOT A JOKE HE PLAGUES SCIEN EVERY DAY OF BOTH OF THEIR LIVES but it's fine because Scien plagues him in return.]
But you're right about that. Arpéchéle was so very, very lucky that Monsieur Scien was born. It would look very different today without him!
[Haha get it because the population would have a 100% turnover rate 3x by now.]
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he does not say it, and instead the emotional vibes are settled again. ]
All the more reason your guys' research is important so you can find a way to keep changing the island.
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You should have just said that out loud! But you're right. Fast, fast changes are on the horizon, but after a period of stagnation, that's not a terrible thing, is it?
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Of course not. Who the hell likes being stagnant?
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[An entire fckin nation likes being stagnant........]
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Let me have some hope, okay?
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Have all the hope you'd like!
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anyway this is enough time for the egg to incubate. time to birth a god.
similar with the other vessels, the cracks form in the egg—before it all starts to fall apart and evaporate, leaving no trace behind. instead there is only scien, naked as the day he was born (technically today), with his myriad of scars and bruises. neat rows of stitches tell the story of scien's self-experimentation, and the skin grafting over his chest reveal its conclusion. a new heart installed.
when he walks out, his off-kilter, static-y, facsimile of emotions are replaced. instead there is only the crystal clear confidence of a man who was once a god, coupled with a mild curiosity as he wanders out and examines his own body. perfectly functioning, capable of the full spectrum of human emotion, and with all pieces intact including his restored arm.]
Are you two done?
[there is traces of annoyance, but they're faint against the teasing]
I should be enough reason for hope.
[ok arrogant]
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There's something a little nostalgic about this that probably reflects in his emotions a little, once notably clearer than Scien's and now the only ones left in the room that have that strange off-kilter tilt and slight faded edge.
He'll move over to where he's left another set of non-bloodied clothing and then head over to Scien, waiting for him to finish making sure all of his body parts are there before holding them out.]
Welcome back, Monsieur Hope For The Ages. Everything's in working order?
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there's a faint grin, and his emotions are some mixture of awe, curiosity and a light hint of wariness that comes from being presented with something unknown and new. ]
You're enough reason for something, yeah. [ the arrogance is a little funny because honestly, he thinks maybe he'd be arrogant, too, if he accomplished something so beyond a normal mortal's grasp. he watches dahut briefly, picking up on the fine difference between the emotional feedback from both of them and noting the way this seems to be routine, too. ] Looks like everything transferred over pretty well.
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