[ thebe gives a long pause at this, but it's almost a pause in the way of... taking a moment to briefly dissociate. there's a twinge to the brow, sudden, pulling and indicative of some kind of pain. scien's a fucking weirdo scientist so i can give this to him easily i think. thebe seems to try to push it away, flicking open a lighter and putting it to the cigarette between their fingers. ]
Retirement... [ softly, another wince, but they grit their teeth a little, smoke blowing sharply to the side. ] Callsign Quicksilver...
[ looking upwards as a television in dream flickers. a girl with a short bob and open, innocent eyes wiggles her fingers at thebe, before the commercial goes back to advertising a special deal. cup ramen, 59.99. a news broadcast that's too hazy to make out with white figures firing rifles by the sounds of it.
leaning back. ]
I... can't even remember the name over the door...
I am always prepared to be locked out of my own system again, and it's why I expect the others to incapacitate or kill me again. I would rather be removed than made a puppet who can't recognize myself.
Though for as long as I'm here and can tell that my actions are stable and align with my principles... I will make the most of my intellect and resources.
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Any history of accidents or abrupt deaths on the ship? Who was the Chief Science Officer before you? What happened to them at the end of the tour?
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Retirement... [ softly, another wince, but they grit their teeth a little, smoke blowing sharply to the side. ] Callsign Quicksilver...
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... Do you still trust yourself?
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[ looking upwards as a television in dream flickers. a girl with a short bob and open, innocent eyes wiggles her fingers at thebe, before the commercial goes back to advertising a special deal. cup ramen, 59.99. a news broadcast that's too hazy to make out with white figures firing rifles by the sounds of it.
leaning back. ]
I... can't even remember the name over the door...
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it's familiar enough - after dahut died, he didn't trust himself either. none of his own logic added up.]
And what do you hope to do about it?
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[ another long drag. the lights flicker briefly. genuine, letting out a long trail of smoke. a heavy sigh: ]
What about you...? Are you able to trust yourself again...? After whatever the hell happened that day?
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Not entirely.
I am always prepared to be locked out of my own system again, and it's why I expect the others to incapacitate or kill me again. I would rather be removed than made a puppet who can't recognize myself.
Though for as long as I'm here and can tell that my actions are stable and align with my principles... I will make the most of my intellect and resources.