One Day in Valles-New Shanghai

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One Day in Valles-New Shanghai

Under the dome; the pale light of mid day filtered through the dome over the city best known for the Martian Red Light district and at the alter of her muse Leng's smile flickered like an old special effect involving a strobe light. The outfit was already sitting in a crate by her bunk, readied a week ago when she'd planned this. By the standards of a spacer or stationer it was exotic, a calf length rust red broomstick skirt, a white peasant blouse, old fashioned ankle boots with heels. On top of that a short leather vest, wire rimmed glasses with green tinted lenses, and a battered top hat.
"Jewelry... what do you think Sparkle?" her voice had a slight burr of German accent as she spoke local Arabic.
*The tektite and meteoric iron I think. Something fallen from space to go with the old fashioned look?* Her muse came back after a slight pause, the AR vision on a little cartoon pony prancing over to her jewelry case.
"Sounds about right..." Leng opened the case and put on the earrings, bracelet, and paired rings which had been a gift from a Sufi, "Mirror please."
The AR reflection flickered into being with Sparkle Pony holding it up.
*Looking good.*
"Are you sure this is a good idea Sparkle?"
*You know what they say. If you don't try you can't succeed.*
Leng sighed and adjusted her hat, "Okay, you win. Let's head for the Thai place."
She stepped out, her heels clicking a cadence on the New Shanghai street as she made her way to the Dragon of Mars.

At least with Lovecraft, nobody pretends the gods are nice. And wherever you end up, there is guaranteed to be tentacles.

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Meanwhile: Aboard the Accelerating Returns . . .

August adjusted the wide brim hat with a feather through it, the final piece of his outfit. Between the doublet, white britches, sheathed sword resting upon his hip, and golden brown shoulder cape, he looked like a character from a fantasy novel. His leonine facial features, exposed cat like toes, and herculean build only compounding the image.

"How do I look?" He asked his first mate, Jiminy.

"Like a jackass." He squawked.

"Oh what do you know? You're a bird." August said.

"That's racist." Jiminy said. A purple dragon popped up in the peripheral vision of August.

"The rent a car is waiting outside." Said he.

"Thank you for telling me Spike." Said August.

With that, August left his ship and boarded the transport to take him to the dome where his date awaited.

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At the Dragon of Mars

The smells of basil, ginger, and peppers with an undertone of jasmine tickled her nose as she entered the the restaurant. While the decorations were cheap and the tables were metal under the tablecloths, the little place had a warm atmosphere and a good feel.
She put on the mask of a smile as she greeted the hostess, "Two for lunch today June. How are you?"
The small talk comforted the woman and Leng made her usual effort to only respond to what was actually said and not the kinesetic cues that betrayed the young splicer woman. As she settled into a back booth she glanced at the menu.
"He'll be arriving soon he said. Could I have a pot of the jasmine tea? It smells lovely today."
As the young woman left Leng adjusted her hat and watched the restaurant while she read a book in AR. To the observer she wouldn't appear distracted as she people watched. Her breathing smoothed out, this was a safe place and as well known as anywhere.

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Arrival

"Enjoying a good read my lady?" August greeted warmly. His AR let him identify his date as soon as he saw her. His approach was not heralded by any noise. He just appeared behind his prospected new friend without any fanfare. Yet now that he was beholden, it would be hard to miss him.

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Focus shift

She looks up in surprise, a bit of annoyance flickering across her face at being startled before she replaces it with a smile. Then the the room subtly shifts for every person with a biological brain. Everything except for her drops into soft focus as if it's all background to her presence.
"And you'd be August." she offers her hand and gestures to the table, "Would you like some tea? I haven't ordered yet except for the jasmine tea. I remember you saying you hadn't had Thai before, yes?"

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Ordering

"You'd be correct." August says as he takes her hand and gives it a gentle shake. He takes a seat across from her and brings up a menu. "What would you recommend?" August removes his hat as he sits and adjusts himself in his seat. He smiled peacefully to himself, seemingly comfortable in his skin.

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Menu choices

"Well the pad thai most people like or the drunken noodles. If you're in the mood for something more intense I'd recommend the red curry. Now for myself I'm going to go with the seafood prik pow." she grins, "But I'd recommend against it unless you like very very hot food."
The virtual pony pokes her attention, *Come on, keep talking Leng. He's not an NPC*
She shakes herself and hangs her hat off one of the spare chairs as she lets the room move back to a normal focus for observers, "Sorry, Sparkle was getting my attention. How was your trip? And I'm terrible at this."

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Pad Thai

"I'll take the pad thai." August said as Spike blew on a rolled up scroll of his order, carrying it off to be made. "My trip was somewhat eventful, had to deal with some Consortium customs bureaucracy, and had a stow away assassin. Honestly I think I preferred dealing with the latter than the former." August chuckled. "No worries my lady, you are doing well so far and I'm not putting you on trial or anything." August looked off to the side for a moment. "That means stop taking notes, Spike!" He gently corrected his number one assistant.

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Trials of travel

"Really? I've never had trouble with bureaucrat NPCs, not that last long in any case. But then, that's something I'm good at."
She pauses to place her order for the seafood prik pow and a Thai lemonade to go with it.
"Do you get many assassination attempts? People can be rude like that, especially people who didn't want to be found."

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Tough customer

"Well you are not an Extropian my lady. We sometimes get difficulties like this. Both in Consortium space as well as among our fellow Autonamists. The assassins aren't a . . . . regular thing. Mainly just when I've made a new enemy that's stupid enough to think a little continuity loss is going to make me back off. That doesn't happen too often as even a cursory glance at my profile will show that attacking me directly is almost fruitless." August said.

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New enemies

She cocks her head a bit, "New enemy? Are you collecting them?"
There's a pause as she looks towards the kitchen door a few seconds before the waitress appears with drinks and food for the table.
"There's one bit of good news for you, Thai doesn't call for chopsticks. Your genome's patched against peanut allergies, yes?"

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Peanuts

"I love peanut butter! It's one of my favorites growing up. The other being pizza." He said as they were served. "Yes though, my Olympian build can digest pretty much anything that's technically considered food. As for enemies, no I'm not intentionally building such relations, but I do have something of a personal belief about them." August takes a sip of his drink. "If you have enemies, that means you are doing something right." He said with a smile.

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Pad thai

Her smile is... practiced as she gestures at the pad thai, "Then you'll love that, it has ground peanuts on top. The rest is a nice mix of noodles, cultured shrimp, and vegetables. I thought you'd enjoy a place with real instead of fabbed food."
She pauses for a bite of fiery shellfish, "Olympian's aren't too rare on Mars you know, I mean after rusters, alpiners, and clanks. But still. I don't think I've ever met one with an allergy. A bit like exalts and their variants when you come down to it. Without the creepy factor of the remade, though most of the remade I've seen here are doinks heading for the zone to," she makes air quotes with her fingers, "test themselves."
The lady takes a sip of her lemonade to match August's, "Odd... I don't have any enemies. At least not on a personal level."

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Live and let live

August shrugged.

"Nothing wrong with that. As long as they are happy and it's not hurting anyone. I say they can jump from Olympus Mons and take a dip in a puddle of acid rain." He said with a smile before frowning and raising a hand. "I . . . . didn't mean for that to come off as callous, I was just pointing out I've no problem with such a lifestyle. Regardless this does look good." He took a bite.

"Mmmmmm! Very good!" He said. "Yeah though, I love my morph, it was a gift. What about you? How did you get your lovely Exalted form?" He asked with a chuckle.

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Exhalted variations

She stops and looks at her hand, as if considering the morph as she answers, "Inquisitive and slightly forgetful... but a genuine question I feel. He is a real person..."
August feels a slight electrical shiver as she looks up, her eyes the same color as a sky on Earth before the Fall, "I grew up in a simulation of this body, or aware of that as we were force grown. So it was always meant for me. We're all like mainline exhalts, though a bit more attractive and driven, with a touch more neural hardware."
She shakes herself and takes another drink of her lemonade, "So you've never met a futura before? I know we're rare... hmmm..."
There's a pause while she looks out into space for a moment, "Interesting, to here me talk I suppose that's interesting, I consider my morph and my ego to be one. Sparkle Pony? Take a note on that."

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Doh!

August slapped his thick brow.

"Right! I'm so sorry I forgot about your origin!" He sighed. "It's been a long week as you might imagine. I confess that I don't know that much about the Lost. Is it something that you feel comfortable talking about or would you rather change the subject?"

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The lost girl

"No, no, it's almost a pleasure to have someone forget."
She pauses to chew on a bit of squid thoughtfully, "I'd actually be happy to discuss it, you seem open minded and real. It's just... difficult to unpack. So let me start I suppose..."
For a moment she considers, "I think... the best place to start is the beginning. After all we all thought we were real and that everything around us was as well. I'm sure you know the outline. Each group of us was cloned and forcegrown, our world was simuspace at a vastly accelerated rate. My world was a school, an idealized private school. PreK to 12. Residential, that kept us in one place. It didn't stop us from learning quickly. I can only imagine the psychosurgeons having the dawning realization that the AGIs running herd on us... every last one of us with photographic memories, natural charm, willful to a fault, and with control of our own emotional states to a rare level. That alone... they should have known better. But then they wanted those fresh minds, tough, independent, smart, and unbroken by the fall. Everything a futura is. Everything we are."
The room loses focus again as she talks, making her the realest thing there, a point of natural attraction, "Clever people they were. But too ambitious. Too many hardware hurdles I think, or sabotage... perhaps we scared the TITANs. So they added another factor..."
There is a sigh, "I don't know. That's all third person, what I learned after the fact. Inside we were growing up but things were cracking. Our minds... things were wrong. I know for myself I could see the cracks in the world. I could tell that most of the students weren't people. They weren't even good fakes. Our teachers weren't people either, not really. Only one person in twenty, and all in the same advancing grade."
She frowns, "I... don't know what to say... I'm sure you already have a question or seven? I can feel them forming just on the tip of your Broca area."

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Empathy

August listened to Leng's story, and with every new detail, his frown grew. As soon as she was finished, he reached across the table to hold her (comparitively) dainty hand in his own.

"Questions? A few, but let me preface all of that by saying . . . I'm sorry. I am so, so, sorry that you had to go through all of that. The world you knew, broken. The life you could've had, gone. No matter your origin, you are an incredible soul to not be broken by all of this." He smiled. "It's an honor to know you my lady."

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Connection

She looks down at a bit of surprise as her hand is taken, then a genuine smile blooms on her face... along with a blush that highlights the pale scar below her eye.
"Why... thank you. Most people hear 'Lost' and they start to hide the knives. They're not entirely wrong to do that August, so many of us are shattered. I..."
She stops for a moment, "Would you like some tea? With fewer other people around?"

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Smiles

"Sure. I'll pay for the meal." August nods to Spike, who toddles off to forward the credits.

August rises from his seat and again offers his hand to Leng to help her up. "To your home I imagine my lady?" :)

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Takes the offered hand

Takes the offered hand and rises, straightening her hat with the other hand, "It's a short walk..."
She wasn't lying as it turns out to be a small apartment above a coffee house next door. The lock recognizes her opens the door to a sunny little space with in a spartan Japanese style that is dominated by a kotatsu table with it's attendant futon for sitting with one's legs under. Her hat goes on a rack by the door while she busies herself making a pot of tea.
"Um... just so you know, I don't generally have guests so it's not really decorated and nothing so grand as a house or a captain's stateroom aboard a spaceship..."

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Guests

August waves a hand nonchalantly to dismiss her feelings of his possible offense.
"Please, my quarters are not nearly as nice as this." He unties his sash and lays his weapon by the door. "They basically consist of my bed, weapon wall, and a typewriter. If I wanted to entertain guests, I give them passenger rooms, which are much more adorned, comfortable, and are complete with windows. I must say though Ms. Plateau, I very much appreciate the style of this place. Had I known, I would have worn my Kamishimo rather than this European style wear."

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Typewriter

"You have a typewriter? As in the actual mechanical device? I haven't seen one of those since... hmm... well not in this sim, in the one I was born in though. We had a lot of mid 20th tech in setting."
She pours green tea into two small cups, "As for looking like you fit in. I think a cat fits into any setting."

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Fabbers

August takes the cup with a nod of thanks.

"Helps me get into the mindset of writing. I use regular AR most of the time but when I feel a stroke of inspiration that simply demands a sense of class, my typewriter is my preferred tool. It's not a genuine article from Earth, just something I fabbed up." August takes a sip of tea and his eyes widen.

"Mmmmm! Exquisite tea my lady!"

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Tea and writing

She sits down, tucking her legs under the table's futon against the slight chill that being near the edge of the dome brings, "So you write? The tea's not fabbed, it comes from a little greenhouse. I did a favor for the gentleman who runs it and he keeps me in green tea. I'm afraid the white's a bit too dear though."
The ghost of a smile again, "As I said, I do well enough. Better than I have any right to really. I've only killed when there's been no other choice, I've avoided the worst of the assaults in my first sim, and," she chuckles, "I've not gone mad."

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Genre and Passion

August likewise sat across from his host.

"As a supplement to my profession, yes. Mainly historical fiction. Tales from as disparate times and places as The United States westward expansion, the Roman Empire, even feudal Japan." He waved a hand to his surroundings. "It's a big seller with all the Earth nostalgia. My pet genre is alternate history fiction. The 'what if?' stories. What if the Dinosaurs never went extinct? What if the Soviet Union won the Space Race? What if Bruce Lee did not die as early as he did?" August raised his cup in a toast to his idol.

At Leng's mention of her state in life, August sighed.

"Is . . . it okay if I do ask some questions? No use hiding them since you already divined my curiosity."

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Of course...

"Well I'd love to see some of your writing sometime."
She runs a hand through her hair, fluffing out her blonde locks, "Really go ahead and ask. It's nice to talk to an actual person instead of just Sparkle or a client. I might not answer all of them but I'll not lie to you."
More tea is poured and she makes herself comfortable by taking off her shoes and setting them by the window.

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Question 1

"Thank you." August said with more tea. "Well, you said you grew up in a simspace. Did you age at all in there? From the sound of it, you only lived in an academic setting."

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Answer 1

"It was a school, essentially a private school and orphanage on its own grounds. This was, of course, a pretty lie. Still it was an imagining of a place, a pile of gothic architecture amid parkland surrounded by a dark wood with one road out that we never took. Fully staffed and with a population of seven hundred students, less than one in ten being an actual person. I lived there by my own perception from infancy to about eighteen or so. The last years are a bit harder to track timewise."
She takes a sip of her tea, "In my experience it was eighteen or so years with maturity coming with that. According to other sources it was only four years. So with the four years in this sim now, I'm either twenty two by my internal calendar or I'm eight by yours."

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Question 2

Any morphological dissonance problems? My own brief time in simspace was a bit disorienting, I can only imagine what it must have been like to be suddenly embodied in a body not only radically different from the one you were raised in, but certainly did not age the same way as you did."

((OOC: That's not creepy to ask is it?))

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Answer 2

"Morphological dissonance, none at all... not really. Our simselves were mapped to our bodies, so our accelerated growth and accelerated ego development were in step. The sudden shift of one sim to another was disorienting though. But... I'd known it was coming for years. Even if you're encultured to a sim you start to see the cracks in it. The places where the experience isn't perfect or where they only had enough resources to deploy an AI instead of an AGI. the fact that my class were the only actual people was... corrosive. Even with the resilience they built into our minds."
She considers it for a moment, "I think the futura is the only morph that was ever built for willpower, let alone having emotive damping hardware built right into the brain."

((OOC: Quite interesting actually))

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Question 4

"It must have felt like you were living in an episode of the Twilight Zone. What was your first hint that it was a simspace?"

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Answer 4

She laughs without reservation, "I love that show! We had period TV programming. There were a lot of things in retrospect... but my first clear real inkling? I was asking the librarian's assistant for help finding a book and she gave me the exact response she had another time. I discovered if I stood just this way, used this tone, and asked for this book she'd say exactly the same thing and move exactly the same way. It was weird, I was about eight I think. Once I knew that I started finding other loops in minor characters. Subtle but it was there, repeated memes, repeated actions, parts of the simulation that weren't quite at the full quality. It became a lot more clear later."

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Question 5

"Were you scared? I know that if I had that happen to me, I would be terrified!" August said with sincerity.

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Answer 5

"I think the best description would be creeping horror. You slowly start to realize everything's a lie. Then it starts getting worse as all the real people around you as slowly losing it. I think the actual murders started... around when I was twelve, maybe thirteen? In books you read about people learning to date and choose dresses and have teenage dramas... and in the classes around you that's right. But in your own class you're all going odd and you can tell that the ones who are going that way are the only real people because they're the only ones you can feel a mind behind the face. Does that make sense?"

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Comfort

"Excuse me." August arose from his resting position, walked around the table, knelt down, and hugged Leng. "You need this."

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Surprise

Leng stiffens for a moment in surprise; she's clearly not used to people inside her personal space, let alone touching her.
"Um..." there's a pause as she relaxes and leans her head on August's shoulder, "Okay, this is nice. And unusual... but I overanalyze. I haven't scared you off yet?"

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Contact

August chuckles.

"Frankly, I half expected you to kick me out." He leaned back but kept her in his embrace. "I just thought, after everything you've gone through, the very least thing you deserves was a hug." He smiled warmly.

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Comfort

She sighs softly, "I could tell the intent... just to put it into words you do understand that I can see behind your eyes, yes? I mean read your mind, not that I'm going deep but your intent... it feels nice."
For a moment she doesn't say anything, "You're unusually genuine."

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Sincerity

"If there is one virtue I hold dearest and most noble, it is sincerity." August says and at last releases Leng. "So you're an async," He reaches across the table to grab his cup, opting to sit next to his new friend. "You're far better company than the only other async I've met." August chuckled before taking another sip.

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Async

There is a nod as she picks her tea up again, "I am, all of the Lost Generation are to the best of my knowledge."
She sips her tea and sits close, "And you're sincere about sincerity... you know that faking sincerity is very common and the conman's greatest weapon. If you can fake that you've got it made."
A chuckle and the ghost of a smile, "I take it this other you've known wasn't one of the Lost? How were they broken?"

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Death

August shakes his head.

"I don't know. He was exposed to the strain before I met him. Poor guy though, we were loosely collaborating against a cell of the Nine Lives Cartel on Venus. He got captured. By the time my friend and I found him, it was too late. Had to be restored from backup all the way here on Mars.

I know dying isn't as big a deal as it used to be, but . . . " He looked at his hands. " . . . to see his life drift away like that . . ."

He shook it off.

"Anyway, I don't mean to dominate the conversation, I'm sure you have just as much questions about me."

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Conversation

"Dominating the conversation by talking about me? That's a bit backwards I think."
She ponders but makes no move to get up from the hug and physical contact, "Well I know you grew up one Earth and were in early with the Junta. I've never been to the real Earth. So... tell me about where you grew up, I'd like to hear more."

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Earth

August released the hug to grab his tea, but sat close to her.

"Well to be honest, I don't remember much of Earth itself. Those were my early years. I do remember that we lived in a city called Philedelphia. It was owned by a medical corporation. It's name was lost during the Fall. 'City of brotherly loved was owned by a medicinal company'." August chuckled. "Anyway, my Dad worked with many patients, rich, poor, transhuman or not. Of course, this was when augmentation was still in it's beta stages so he might have changed his opinion somewhat later.

The company was selecting people to colonize Jupiter and my parents thought it would be a good change for us, so we signed on. That's where my more clear memories came into the picture. Growing up on the ride there, getting my first job maintaining the hull. Coincidentally, that was my first experience resleeving. Synthmorphs are great for vacuum work."

August shrugged. (("Atlas" shrugged. XD))

"Wish I could tell you more, but everything I know of Earth comes from my limited experience, and Pre-Fall history education. Now that I think about it, that might be why my novels sell so well. I'm one of the few authorities on Pre-Fall Earth that knows what the Hell they are talking about!"

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Earth 2

"So you were a Jovian before the Junta?"
She smiles, "I've considered visiting but I think they'd shoot me on sight."
"How old were you when you shipped out? Obviously at least ten years younger. Though there's some hidden depths there, you managed to work in a classical education."
*Sparkle Pony, could you ask Spike for copies of some of his books? Now he's got me curious.*

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Education

"Stop considering, I had a mission there not too long ago and it's only gotten worse since I first defected. Not sure they'd shoot you on sight, but I only was allowed through barely because I was on business, and even then they asked me to leave my weapon at the first check point. Not that I let them." August smiled in memory of defying the fascists.

"I was about, what was I thirteen? Maybe fourteen. It's a bit fuzzy. Most of my more advanced education came from the space flight there, that and prodigious amounts of self-teaching. That's where my religious studies and martial arts pursuits started. Not exactly class room material them. Don't worry by the way about being an async, I don't know if you control it voluntarily or not, but you have my permission to scan my thoughts." He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Although that does raise the question of why do I bother talking then if you know what I'm going to say." he chuckled.

*Spike walks past the space between the two's minds, carrying a large stack of books.
"Another ice cream dream, gone."

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Your body is a tool. Hone it.
Transhummanity is a pantheon. Exalt it!

Leng Plateau Leng Plateau's picture
Async

She chuckles, "I'm mostly keeping to your emotional states and reading physical cues. Those and my weird sleep modes are pretty much unconcious. To drive your emotions, put on the charm, subvert your motivations, or to dive into your memories all require acts of will... so of those fairly significantly. In the good news I can't actually kill you with my mind."
"Though your permission is appreciated."
Tea is refilled and sipped, "So Jupiter's off my bucket list. Shame, I like the idea of a society where most of the minds are real. That said, why did you leave Jupiter?"

At least with Lovecraft, nobody pretends the gods are nice. And wherever you end up, there is guaranteed to be tentacles.

Steel Accord Steel Accord's picture
Jovians

"The people are fine themselves, like most people. You could probably manage a visit if you don't mind resleeving into a flat. Though I suggest keeping your nature as an async under wraps. Shot on sight, no that would look bad, but they will execute you quietly without trial for that." August takes another sip of tea.

"Good, but could use some milk and sugar." He thought.

"Anyway, I left because I could feel my freedom dying by the day. After the Fall, what was once a barely relevant election once in a while turned into goose stepping parades. Effigy burnings, protests, I felt like I had to pick up and physically shield Spike despite no one being able to see him!"

August looked away for a second, then seemed to hug an empty space about the size of a large teddy bear.

"The final straw came when I went to a resleeving station. I wanted to go up to my synth morph. Just float around in vacuum to meditate, clear my head. It had been repossessed! The morph that housed my mind for a good portion of my young adult life, just gone 'in service to the state!'" August almost spat the words. One did not need to be psychic to detect his disgust.

"So I put word out for any open morphs. Turned out a friend of my Dad's was a morph designer and offered me a cultured biomorph. Ego casted out and never looked back."

Your passion is power. Focus it.
Your body is a tool. Hone it.
Transhummanity is a pantheon. Exalt it!

Leng Plateau Leng Plateau's picture
Resleeving

There's a shiver followed by, "Ick. No. I know it's a retro viewpoint but the idea of resleeving makes me feel ill. Not to judge anyone else mind you, but for me I see my body and soul as a package deal. They're one thing I can hold onto across multiple simuspaces."
"So they took your spare and threatened your friend... that makes for a really good reason to escape."
"There's milk and sugar in the fridge if you prefer it that way. I don't know how you feel about goat milk but it goes well in tea I think and it's easier for people to keep goats in the dome than cows."
"Um... by the way, I have no idea how this is going or where its going. This really is the first date I've ever actually been on. I know, I know, I'm an odd duck."

At least with Lovecraft, nobody pretends the gods are nice. And wherever you end up, there is guaranteed to be tentacles.

Steel Accord Steel Accord's picture
Odd

"What is normal? Especially in this day and age." August laughed as he got up. "Don't worry about a retro perspective, you're talking to a master swordsman after all." He guessed she read his mind on the intent of milk and sugar. "Well, if you feel my welcome has been exhausted, I could leave." He offered.

Your passion is power. Focus it.
Your body is a tool. Hone it.
Transhummanity is a pantheon. Exalt it!

Leng Plateau Leng Plateau's picture
Normal

"I didn't say that. What I mean is... I could keep you talking here for hours. I'm just unsure of how this whole date thing works outside of fiction. And I've found fiction a poor guide to reality, that includes Sparkle Pony's attempts to pass on advice constantly here."

At least with Lovecraft, nobody pretends the gods are nice. And wherever you end up, there is guaranteed to be tentacles.

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