One Day in Valles-New Shanghai

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Scenic ones

"Touche. Though they do have habs with beaches on Luna and even resort habs out it the Rim. There's an Extropian company that make entire smart matter environments. One minute it's alpine skiing, the next it's the beach." He described it with such awe. "The things we can do, if we're just allowed to be great." He chuckled and pointed to his smart matter altar.

"Makes my talisman look like a toy by comparison to their work." Said object turned into the Hindu letters for "Om" and then a pentagram.

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Your body is a tool. Hone it.
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Leans close

She leans close and nods, "Sounds... a bit overwhelming to be honest. Especially given the nature of our local illusion of reality."

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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Range

August put his hand on her shoulder in an embrace.

"Well I'm just telling you, there is much of what you want out there in the greater system. Take it from a guy who's been from the Sun to Pluto."

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

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She gives a sigh, "You don't

She gives a sigh, "You don't get it do you? None of this is real, it's just a simuspace. You haven't been anywhere since the Fall if you think about it."

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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Shrug

"Could be. Perhaps this is a simulspace, but thus far it's been seamless and reaches across such vast spans of space and time that if it is, I can only think of one force that could run such a simulation. By that point, does it really matter?"

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

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"It's not seamless, not if

"It's not seamless, not if you know where to look. And yes it's obvious who's running the simuspace. Now as to if it matters... aren't you a theist? Doesn't the truth of reality have an objective importance?"

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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Faith

"It does, but I'm not a priest, or shaman, or what have you. I'm just a man, albeit a far greater man than I was during the Fall. I'll leave those questions to those better suited to searching for their answers and in the meantime, meditate on the ones I can try to divine myself. What is my part in the Cosmic scheme? How can I become closer to the Powers that Be? Things like that.

What really matters is not that if I'm physically sitting on this bed next you, it's that I am sitting on this bed next to you." August said with a smile. He leaned in for a brief kiss. "What are we more truly than our thoughts and feelings?"

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
"Well, where we are aside...

"Well, where we are aside... who are the powers that be? What if they're the TITANs? You can't tell me that hasn't crossed your mind."

((OOC: If you'd wondered where Leng's asych and Lost mental disorders were, now you know.))

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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The Powers that Be

"If it is, they aren't as bad as we thought they were. Surely a malevolent mind would not allow us the wonders of the world we live in. We are all immortal and we can get great power, more or less at will.

I believe this to be real, but if it isn't, then it's the creation of a mind so powerful that it's beyond our comprehension. You were subjected to a flawed simulation of a relatively normal Flat existence and your handlers were trying to help you.

I've seen what a malevolent simulspace is like from my brushings with the Nine Lives Cartel." August visibly pales and shudders.

"Our world isn't perfect, but it isn't Hell. In fact, we've advanced to a point that 'natural evils' such as death and environmental disasters are much less of an issue then they were to our ancestors. Our agency is greater than it's ever been and it will only grow further. Such is the philosophy of Extropy. Thus, all evil these days can be attributed to malign choices, not the will or nature of the Universe itself.

So, I choose to worship the Greater Powers of the Universe, praying that my choices will be good ones."

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

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Leng gets up, "Trying to help

Leng gets up, "Trying to help us? Relatively normal? I think you need to recalibrate your standards. Especially when your form of greater agency allows for the ownership of people."
She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs, "I'm not saying you're a bad person August. But There's too much overload here and I need to think about it." Leng turns and strides towards exit stage right with long strides accentuated by the clicking of her heels.

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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Clicking heels and shattered hearts

August quietly escorts Leng to the exit ramp of the ship.

"I hoped you enjoyed the tour of my aboad." He said as he reached out his hand to shake hers. Should Leng decide to read August's mind at the moment, she would sense confusion and anguish.

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

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Time

"I need time to think, okay." she shakes the hand firmly before taking her leave into the streets of Valles-New Shanghai. "I'm not saying I won't call."

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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. . . and Punishment

"I believe you will." August said sadly with a wave. He watched as the ramp retreated up and closed hom off from the spaceport.

He stood there for a long minute.

"Oh boy, here we go again." Said Jimini. With a lion's roar, August's hand curld into a fist and he punched the bulkhead; his Olympian morph strength enough to dent it.

Jimini landed next to him.

"She said she'd call back. She won't be like the others, boss."

"I said something to her. I don't know what, but I said something wrong. I hurt her." August slumped against a wall.

"She's had a terrible experience." Fae-3's voice rung out. "Any talk regarding it's specifics, warrant's extreme behavior. You could have said the right things and gotten a similar response."

Two deep poundings and the looming form of a gargantuan pachyderm-like biomorph, the cargo bay only just large enough to house it comfortably.

"I may not be an expert on the finer details of romance, Captain, but I know people. Leng did not seem the type to leave you on bad terms. Too empathetic."

August took a deep sigh.

"You're right. Thank you everyone." August rose to his feet. "I'm sorry you had to see me that way."

"You're an emotional basket case, boss. But take it from a cynical corpse picker, we need more of those these days." Jimini's beak did not facilitate smiles very well . . . but a muscle retrofit fixed that.

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

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