[ there is plenty of space to sit on the stage, the theatre currently devoid of chairs at the moment. the sconces to the side flare a bit brighter, some scuttling noises overhead skittering as they do so. ]
Here and there. I consider it a good sign that you're all as lively in our... subconscious moments.
[ slowly rubbing their chin. someone rustles papers from behind the stage, argues about the lighting briefly. ]
You're a man of science. I knew one, once. You're all the same - experiments all over the place. Testing and more testing. Dogged, resolute... so.
[ a man, shimmery and indistinguishable of face appears before the plain backdrop, holding up a vial it seems. he wears a long, snakeskin coat, and he speaks only in latin, of things of science and blood, of cures and of his disgust for the old ways of medicine. io watches him a moment. ]
I take it that's not the only thing you have discovered in your time spent away from us? And if so... what do you need from us to aid?
If we are made of memory, I want to know how. There is a rumbling in our location when someone dies—either after the announcement or before the end of decommissioning, and it changes magnitude based on how many bodies are arriving—as if it knows who is going to die. But there are also cases where I destroyed my memory bank, so how can I still have full access to my memories? Is it the cryopods that can still read traces of us, or something else?
[he tilts his head]
If we can be given bodies for our memory to transfer to, that could be an alternative way to solve the process. My Reliver technology can manage that much, though I would need to fix everyone's emotions after, but it again requires figuring out where our memory is being stored.
There is also the issue of the so-called ghosts: your dead comrades from the past Eudora tour. What do you know of hydroponics? Of the 'jump' process that occurs on Thursdays right before everyone but a few are knocked out, and people die?
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[today's town hall sure was a lot. but scien will just go to find another place to sit, because he doesn't like to be vertical!]
Had a lot of visitors? Dahut, I'm sure.
[lil green bean]
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[ there is plenty of space to sit on the stage, the theatre currently devoid of chairs at the moment. the sconces to the side flare a bit brighter, some scuttling noises overhead skittering as they do so. ]
Here and there. I consider it a good sign that you're all as lively in our... subconscious moments.
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Well, we discovered we were made of memory recently. So it'd be approximately how we were in life, as long as that is how we remember ourselves.
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[ slowly rubbing their chin. someone rustles papers from behind the stage, argues about the lighting briefly. ]
You're a man of science. I knew one, once. You're all the same - experiments all over the place. Testing and more testing. Dogged, resolute... so.
[ a man, shimmery and indistinguishable of face appears before the plain backdrop, holding up a vial it seems. he wears a long, snakeskin coat, and he speaks only in latin, of things of science and blood, of cures and of his disgust for the old ways of medicine. io watches him a moment. ]
I take it that's not the only thing you have discovered in your time spent away from us? And if so... what do you need from us to aid?
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[he tilts his head]
If we can be given bodies for our memory to transfer to, that could be an alternative way to solve the process. My Reliver technology can manage that much, though I would need to fix everyone's emotions after, but it again requires figuring out where our memory is being stored.
There is also the issue of the so-called ghosts: your dead comrades from the past Eudora tour. What do you know of hydroponics? Of the 'jump' process that occurs on Thursdays right before everyone but a few are knocked out, and people die?
[sorry for the text dump but io got him started,]