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Lady Singing Petal
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You: Kage, I want to find out more about the Creator. We can sit on the floor here and talk. Um, but first, are you okay?
Your friend’s lip quivers and she turns away to rub her face, wiping away nonexistent tears.
Kage: I dunno. It’s not my fault all of this happened but it feels like it, because of the stupid memories. I can see myself as Kage, but I’m really not her anymore. I’m with some Kage flavor.
You: What is that word you’re saying? Can you describe it using different terms?
Kage: It’s the name of the entity we’re inside. The Creator is a meat satellite and magic is its condensed energy and identity.
You: Whoa whoa whoa, I–I thought we were in space. Cerebrum said this was some kind of secure science lab, with like, supervisors and bureaucracy!
Kage: That’s a good way to look at it, yeah, there are others. Mmm…we’re like, big space amoeba, and the homunculi are an experiment to see if what’s been happening will happen. Y’know, flaws in our programming. We’re not supposed to assimilate back into the mass.
Kage has become calm and kind of dreamy, which you do not like one bit. The crazy things she’s saying are sloshing around inside your head and you’re slowly beginning to panic. How are you supposed to get out of here? Is beloved Daki going to assimilate too? The Creator is a magic amoeba who’s also friends slash relatives with a dead cat??? This is turning into an absurdist nightmare!
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