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187952 No. 187952 ID: 288dda

"Instantiation from archived state vector complete. Good morning Lyan-406.705.840.197root, and welcome back to the Lethe center. It has been 18.7Msec since your last backup."
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No. 187953 ID: 288dda
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187953

I sit up, feeling slightly light-headed. The small medical monitor hovers nearby as I swing my legs over the edge of the bench and take a look at myself. My hand is smooth, unlined. I don't remember why I was here.
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No. 187957 ID: 288dda
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187957

As I stand up I can feel the slab meld back into the floor. In front of me another pedestal forms, and a clean white kilt begins to assemble with a faint, yeasty odor.

The monitor slides back a meter or so and watches as I don the garment. Nothing here to remind me of what I was. Olive skin, neuter, standard humanoid form. As I finish dressing the room speaks again.

"We have noted that you show signs of agitation. Please be calm. Our simulation indicates that you may have questions. Please, speak freely. We pride ourselves on proper care of our clients."
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No. 187960 ID: e973f4

>>187957
Ask who and where you are, and why.
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No. 187961 ID: 8bdb6a

"Why was I out for... over half a year?"
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No. 187965 ID: 167f24

ask it that you are pretty sure you had a gender before. see if it can find it.
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No. 187976 ID: 0b2a05

What am I?
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No. 187979 ID: 7630d5

Shouldn't I have memory banks on record? Did I ask to have them wiped for some reason?
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No. 187992 ID: 288dda
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187992

Suddenly a wave of exhaustion hits me, and I grip the pillar before I collapse.

"Nearly... 19 megaseconds? What happened?"

Unknown. You had not initiated backup on a public terminal, and operated in anonymous mode. Lethe treatment was performed based on your last known wishes. There is reason to believe your prior instantiation has been terminated."

"So who was I?"

"That information is sealed. You have chosen to create a new life, not rehash a prior one. We are afraid that answering your question is contraindicated."

"I requested that my memory be wiped? Was everything wiped, then?"

"The information you are requesting is not a matter of public record. Your personal memory has been edited as per your authorized request and your exocortex purged."

"You are fatigued. Please follow us to your sleeping quarters."



The monitor detaches itself from the ceiling and slowly begins to float toward the door.
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No. 187996 ID: a594b9

>>187992
Follow the drone.
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No. 187998 ID: 0b2a05

If you wanted your memory purged, probably a good reason for it. Ask if there's any way someone else could have requested the purge.
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No. 188009 ID: 7630d5

Err, Right. Information can wait, for now just follow the drone and try not to pass out.
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No. 188012 ID: 110e2c

Oh it's Glasshouse Quest.
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No. 188031 ID: 288dda
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188031

"For your protection you will be monitored during your stay. After you rest, it is advised that you re-archive and personalize your appearance. Note that variations beyond 2 Varr are contraindicated for the first 3MSec for reasons of psychological health."

I think about that for a moment. Why can I remember that means hominid orthoforms from the standard (M/F/H/N) selections, but I can't remember what my mothers looked like?

The drone interrupts my reverie.

"...left several personal effects. They have been stowed in your room."

Oh? I'm surprised that's not "contraindicated" as well.
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No. 188042 ID: 288dda
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188042

My new quarters are spartan. A handful of cubics and a microassembler for when I don't feel like dinner in the commons area, my guide tells me. Currently it's set to the "sleep" configuration, which I'm grateful for. I'm too tired to learn a new interface and this place has me locked offline - for my own good, of course.

There's a dueling saber leaning on the end table, and a disposable datapad sitting on top.

When I pick the pad up, it flickers to life. YOU HAVE BEEN HACKED I nearly drop it.

Then a burst of static, and it goes dead.

Oh shit. OH SHIT.


Suddenly my eyes won't stay open. I barely manage to collapse on the bed before everything goes black.
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No. 188043 ID: 110e2c

Investigate your personal effects, they might have missed something and you'll find some clue so that when you dream tonight you'll remember your past self writing a note to you.
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No. 188046 ID: 701a19

>>188042
Figure out why you can see your hand through the datapad. Are you some kind of nanotechnology ghost?
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No. 188047 ID: 288dda
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188047

...and now, CHARACTER CREATION TIME!
Please choose your preferred gender (M / F / H / N) and general appearance. Final result should be generally humanoid.

Pausing this until Sunday evening. Should resume around 9PM EST.
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No. 188049 ID: 110e2c

H
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No. 188051 ID: 7630d5

H, Sergal
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No. 188053 ID: a594b9

>>188047
I'm pointing out here that 'generally humanoid' is a very flexible term apparently.

How about some... armored scales?
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No. 188057 ID: 110e2c

>>188051
Changing vote to this, sage for noncontribution
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No. 188062 ID: 701a19

>>188051
This.
Specifically, H/NORTHERN SERGAL!
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No. 188081 ID: 5eea01

M, tentacles if possible.
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No. 188094 ID: 8bdb6a

Wouldn't F/Sergal be just as good?

I vote some kinda high-reflexes snake-looking motherfucker. With tits.
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No. 188095 ID: 8bdb6a

>>188094
(And limbs, just to be clear. Snake-looking as in scales and approximate head shape and being all wiry. This would also look incredibly untrustworthy, hence the addition of tits.)
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No. 188101 ID: 5eea01

>>188094
Changing vote to this, only M.
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No. 188104 ID: 0b2a05

>>188094
Wiry lithe snakelizard sort of fellow. Any gender is fine. Voting for that.
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No. 188106 ID: a594b9

Oh, voting F along with my previous armored scales suggestion.

...maybe we can get some pangolin-type scales going?
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No. 188115 ID: 8d7dd2

N, with small spikes for natural defenses in places that wouldn't end up impaling us.
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No. 188117 ID: 8d7dd2

>>188115
Changing this vote to something that will actually contribute to the two main options.

Snake form, gender irrelevant.
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No. 188120 ID: 2eb580

Male. Sergal, indifferent as to north or south.
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No. 188121 ID: c5296f

Neuter, don't change a thing. It's generally a good idea to get the whole "who am I" issue straightened out before radically altering your appearance, both to avoid massive identity crises down the road, and there's always a chance this is our actual normal appearance, or at least one that was selected so some contact will recognize the suspiciously generic face/blank crotch.

Also? That robot there looks suspiciously familiar. Does it have the voice of Peewee Herman? If so our memory was clearly wiped to make room for astronavigational data.
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No. 188139 ID: c71597

>>188047
Lets go with Male.
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No. 188184 ID: c4c313

THE GEICO GECKO
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No. 188187 ID: 059120

Male/Neuter. Space Pirate (The Metroid kind).
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No. 188195 ID: e973f4

>>188094
Sure, let's go for this, just for fun. V:
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No. 188215 ID: 0003ac

We seem to be in a situation where the protagonist is at risk from an unknown source. We should not give them an outstanding form, especially if this change is one-time.
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No. 188277 ID: fa7b85

Male Dustfucker
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No. 188278 ID: 648708

F, Sergal
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No. 188280 ID: 8e18cd

F, Sergal
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No. 188282 ID: c4c313
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188282

You awaken with a sudden irresistable urge to save hundreds of dollars on car insurance.
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No. 188486 ID: 41ba59

F, NORTHERN SERGAL!
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No. 188512 ID: 1e89ae

H Hyuman
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No. 188514 ID: 6a5a08

SECONDING GEICO!
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No. 188520 ID: ba41e5

Snakelike humanoid, gender irrelevant.
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No. 188541 ID: 0bf5a5

>>188486
this.

failing it M, tozol
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No. 188554 ID: e513f1

F, Sergal
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No. 188634 ID: 6b3a37

>>188187
Seconded.
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No. 188643 ID: b58b7e

F, Sergal.
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No. 188733 ID: ad15db

Changing vote to F, sergal
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No. 188832 ID: 462407

>>188051

Agreeing with this
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No. 188851 ID: fddd61

H, sergal. Why just be F when we could have the best of both worlds?
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No. 188880 ID: 05e75b

Voting H sergal, sage for noncontribution
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No. 188882 ID: 4acc33

sergal, H

anyone know when this will be continued?
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No. 188884 ID: c71597

>>188139
Well that was a fairly useless vote. Changing it to Herm with an adventorous spirit.
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No. 188901 ID: 0b2a05

Changing to H sergal.

Just fucking because.
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No. 188966 ID: c5ce35

I vote for gnoll.
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No. 188971 ID: b58b7e

Changing to H, Sergal, for funsies.
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No. 189195 ID: b58b7e

>>188971
Specifically, H, Sergal, with an hourglass figure, ample chest, and imposing dong.
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No. 189407 ID: c4c313

yessss 3 for gecko

I mean 2
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No. 189727 ID: 288dda

My sincere apologies. My internet crapped out for most of the night.

Votes have been tallied and finalized. You guys love your sergals, and it will have an adventurous spirit.

Continues Monday 9pm EST.
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No. 189797 ID: 6e6958

>>189727
A hermaphrodite Sergal? This is gonna be wierd as hell...
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No. 189820 ID: b58b7e

>>189797
Not TOO weird.
At least not for /quest/.
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No. 189892 ID: d6cb21

>>189820
True. Also, NORTHERN SERGAL
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No. 190044 ID: 288dda
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190044

I think this is a dream. There's something here with me.
There's the same sense of dread as I got from the message on the tablet. Have I been tampered with? If so, there's no way I can trust anything that's happening to me. I could be emulating on a kilo of smart diamond in orbit somewhere.

"This is an automated query system. This is not an artificial intelligence. Its database is strictly limited."

...I was offline when I passed out.
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No. 190046 ID: a594b9

>>190044
What subjects are available for query?
>>
No. 190050 ID: 110e2c

You were hacked. Presumably, you were networked unknowingly or were set to go off upon reading the message.

Ask where you are and how many seconds since your last backup it's been.
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No. 190052 ID: c71597

>>190044
Well lets see what subjects are open to query then.
>>
No. 190054 ID: e973f4

>>190044
Let's ask what we are able to get, then.
>>
No. 190057 ID: d6cb21

Well, what is available for query?
>>
No. 190082 ID: d6cb21

Well, we could do a bit of research into the world setting.
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No. 190096 ID: 288dda
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190096

"Where am I?"

"Orbital habitat 58-N115-ADZJ."

Huh. "How long has it been since I was archived?"

"Unable to process query. 5079 seconds since instantiation."

"List available query topics."

"Root node: Personal Information"
"Root node: Hack"
"Root node: Lethe Center"
"Root node: QmÊÀx©zA)ÂüC"
"1315671218 Topics Found"


Well, this is encouraging.
>>
No. 190102 ID: d6cb21

>>190096
The first three
>>
No. 190104 ID: 7630d5

Well, most if his personal information (or at least the memory banks) have been wiped, so let's try and get some more information on 'hack'
>>
No. 190106 ID: a594b9

>>190096
Ask about the tablet you got that said you've been hacked.
>>
No. 190110 ID: e973f4

>>190096
Root node: QmÊÀx©zA)ÂüC .
>>
No. 190112 ID: d6cb21

>>190104
>>190106
Lets go with "Hack" then. We need to know who is fucking with us.
>>
No. 190125 ID: 110e2c

Lethe Center
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No. 190144 ID: 288dda
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190144

"Tell me about myself."

"Name: Lyan-406.705.840.197. Age: approximately 31 Gsec. Born: "
WARNING: node not found
*REINTITIALIZING

I guess that's ONE thing I didn't know.

"This is an automated query system. This is not an..."

"The tablet. The hack. What's happening?"

"Your archived state vector has been compromised by a party or parties unknown. Alterations have been made, but the full extent of the changes is not known. It is probable that additional alterations have been made to your exocortex. Whether the intent of this attack was to alter your behavior or instantiate pirate copies is not known."
WARNING: node not found
WARNING: node not found
WARNING: node not found

"The tablet bootstrapped custom software into your exocortex, including this agent."

"WHAT. What software?"
Things are starting to fragment.

WARNING: node not found
*REINTITIALIZING
First-chance exception(PROCACCV) in thread ID 108701338310579
Access violation at address 0000000000000001:000000000B2597C0
Terminating thread 108701338335793
Terminating thread 108701338324411
Terminating thread 108701338323157
Terminating thread 108701338320139
Terminating thread 108701338320135
Terminating thread 108701338310579
*REINITIALIZING
My head is pounding.
*LOADING
Caught Exception(PROCFAIL) in thread ID 108701338310113
ERROR: cannot attach to root process
I can't feel myself any longer.
*REINITIALIZING
ERROR: Bootstrap CRC mismatch!
Everything is falling apart.
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No. 190148 ID: 1ac39d

CTRL ALT DEL
reset the system
>>
No. 190160 ID: 110e2c

Attempt to wake up.
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No. 190162 ID: 1e89ae

Thats what we get for not having a firewall, I guess.
>>
No. 190167 ID: d6cb21

Wait a second. What if the one who hacked us was..... US? We opted to have this iteration not have previous memories, so maybe this is a plan of our previous incarnation! First off we need to find out if this theory is so. If it is true, then the hacking may actually be beneficial.

But this is pure speculation.
>>
No. 190170 ID: b58b7e

Force wake up.
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No. 190171 ID: 288dda
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190171

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No. 190173 ID: b58b7e

>>190171
Wake up.
You're gonna be late for school.
It's the first day of second grade.
>>
No. 190174 ID: 1ac39d

eject computer circuit!
>>
No. 190175 ID: 0b2a05

WAKE UP
>>
No. 190176 ID: 701a19

>>190148
>Reset the system
>Bootstrap failed

Reach up your dream hands to the area around your face, and pull the dreamscape away like a pair of sweaty goggles.
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No. 190177 ID: c4c313

>>190167

Call me dense, but where's the indication that they hacked themself? I got the impression that someone got access to their tablet, not necessarily their previous incarnation. Although it would be entirely delicious if they had, in fact, wiped their own memory only to hack their own brain.
>>
No. 190195 ID: 110e2c

SEE THOSE CHARACTERS

PUNCH THEM
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No. 190198 ID: b58b7e

>>190195
YES!
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No. 190208 ID: 288dda
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190208

"We noted interruptions to your autonomic and limbic systems during your rest period. Surgery has been adequate to correct the flaws."

I open my eyes. The medical drone is dangling in front of me, withdrawing a small forest of micromanipulators. The blurry haze smoothly congeals back into a pair of blunt arms that fold neatly into place under the monitor like a pair of bird's legs.

"Please try to rest. Reintegration is a delicate process."

It quickly retracts into the ceiling and is gone.

Good luck with that. Wall display shows that only a few kilosecs have passed, but I'm up now. Anything before heading to the assembler?
>>
No. 190213 ID: b58b7e

>>190208
Look at yourself.
>>
No. 190218 ID: a594b9

Examine that tablet again to see if you can determine where it came from.
>>
No. 190226 ID: 1e89ae

What just happened?
>>
No. 190227 ID: 110e2c

Feel yourself all over. Then, where are we? And retrieve your stuff, get to the assembler.

Also, who are we to you?
>>
No. 190228 ID: c4c313

>>190208

Before heading to the...? What assembler? What's an assembler?
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No. 190232 ID: b58b7e

>>190228
It assembles things.
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No. 190236 ID: 288dda
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190236

Stare at the ceiling a few seconds before I get up. Bit dizzy.

Mirror? Well, it's a quick job to switch the wall to camera mode, flip the image...

I look at the mirror. Is this me? What I used to look like? Or just a random template I'm being housed in? I guess it doesn't really matter, does it?

That dream... that was unpleasant. I'm pretty sure I've dealt with dumb agents like that before, but that was an atrocious bit of hackery. I should have been isolated from something like that... from the sounds of it, it nearly took me down with it.

Going to go get changed. Not sure if I want the dueling saber with me or not.
>>
No. 190238 ID: 701a19

>>190236
How do you see with no eyes?
Interest waning... waning... Gone.
Don't care anymore! Go get yourself a brand new meatsack.
>>
No. 190239 ID: b58b7e

>>190238
Yup!
New Meat-sack is needed!
>>
No. 190240 ID: 60477c

>>190236
shave your head, carry the saber, wear sweatpants, a nipple ring (left) and one work glove (right).
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No. 190241 ID: e973f4

>>190236
Dueling saber? I'd take it, since you're in a paranoid mood anyway at the moment.

And yeah I guess head on down to that assembler thingy or whatever.
>>
No. 190243 ID: 701a19

>>190240
Acquire rare earth magnets.
Wear them like earrings.
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No. 190246 ID: b58b7e

>>190243
No, nose rings!
>>
No. 190254 ID: 288dda
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190254

I buckle on the saber and ask for the center's assembler. It's a short trip following the glowing dot and I'm here. I've still got a splitting headache and hope to Murphy this thing will actually fix it.

Jump in, disclaimer, warning from the Center. Select "YES" for backup.
I feel angry. Predatory. Let's work with that.

"Greetings. To begin the procedure, please hold a mental image of your desired change"
*BEEP* "Error.. recalibrating"

Damnit. Broke my concentration.

*BEEP* "Error.. recalibrating"]

Ok... thinking...

*BEEP* "Error.. recalibrating"

It's even more annoying when that's going off directly inside your brain. Something's not working here. I'm about ready to...

*BEEP* "Confirmed"

Wait what the

[discontinuity]


What did I just do to myself?
>>
No. 190255 ID: b58b7e

>>190254
Check for breasts and Adventurous Spirit.
>>
No. 190256 ID: 7630d5

Looking awfully down there, cheer up by breaking through the assembler doors and shouting "NORTHERN SERGAL!"
>>
No. 190257 ID: 701a19

>>190254
Check your dangly bits. Ensure you are familiar with them and their use before continuing.
>>
No. 190258 ID: c4c313

>>190256

thisthisthis
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No. 190259 ID: 288dda
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190259

I feel... fuzzy. But good. Strong. I run my tongue around the inside of my mouth and find sharp teeth.

I look down. That's...
...not quite what I thought I had in mind.

Well, there's a lot of new nerve endings there. Perhaps I should make sure they're...

Oh.
>>
No. 190261 ID: 7630d5

Further exploration can wait, you have a hacker to find! Go out of the assembler and see if the drone is waiting for you.
>>
No. 190262 ID: 701a19

>>190259
Glad you're enjoying our handiwork.
Bust through the doors and shout NORTHERN SERGAL! HERMAPHRODITE!
Then hunt down that hacker.
>>
No. 190263 ID: 0b2a05

What kind of nerve endings?
>>
No. 190269 ID: a594b9

>>190259
Get some clothes.
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No. 190271 ID: b58b7e
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190271

>>190269
No, no clothes.
Just run about, raping everything.
Doors and walls are no consequence.
After all, you're a...

NORTHERN SERGAL!
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No. 190273 ID: 288dda
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190273

Shutting down for the night.

Continuing Wednesday 8PM EST.

I'll get up a /questdis/ thread between now and then because there are many relevant background informations here.
>>
No. 190528 ID: d6cb21

>>190273
Looks like someone is enjoying themselves :)
(please be canon)
>>
No. 190537 ID: fbd3af

i dont see a rack. is it not futa?
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No. 190538 ID: 1ac39d

>>190537
study your standard sergal biology, they don't have breasts. at least not until pregnancy, where they would obviously be swollen with milk with their young.
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No. 190550 ID: d6cb21

>>190537
Sergal breasts only become visible on pregnant/nursing sergals. Otherwise they'd get in the way.
>>
No. 190551 ID: 67c611

Why would you need clothing? Really, you're already wearing one set. Why put on another?
>>
No. 190557 ID: 1806cd

>>190528
hells yea

first thing I'd do if I suddenly changed genitals.
Second thing would be panic... but first takes priority
>>
No. 190619 ID: d6cb21

The discussion thread is up
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No. 190627 ID: 288dda

>>190619
Thank you, sir.
Specifically, >>/questdis/326920 - if I did that bit correctly. (a bit of generic setting info will be up sometime later tonight)
>>
No. 191139 ID: 288dda
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191139

Somewhat later, I step out of the assembler. Reborn.

After the nightmares of yesterday, I finally feel like I'm in control of myself again. In charge of my own destiny. I'm tall, strong, light on my feet. My tail - tail? Strange, how it doesn't feel strange - automatically moves to counterbalance my every movement. The sword in my hand feels like it weighs nothing at all. The kilt's a good fit, automatically resized when I changed. There's a button-flap in the back now, too. Convenient.

Time to learn what happened to me. The hack, my... death? Someone's going to pay. Datapad is still in the room. Might be a clue. Same with the saber. And the Lethe Center said something about an authorized request. But then, I wouldn't mind putting it off a few more Ksecs to wrap myself around a few kilos of food. Getting rebuilt left me feeling like I haven't eaten in a meg.

Be about an hour until the next update. Now would be a good time to agree on just what the first move would be
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No. 191140 ID: d6cb21

>>191139
Well, we need some kind of hook or something. Can we get some options?
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No. 191143 ID: d6cb21

>>191140
Ya know what? Lets just go to a cafe or something and grab some food. Or whereever it is that you get food in the future.
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No. 191144 ID: 7630d5

Go get some food, and see if you can get anything else from the datapad.
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No. 191148 ID: 0b2a05

Food, definitely. Check datapad. Be aware of stuff around you too, if someone's tasked to watch you you should watch for it.
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No. 191152 ID: c71597

>>191139
Go and eat and tamper some with that Datapad. Also check out what sort of equipment and materials are avalible for you.
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No. 191159 ID: 110e2c

Why don't you just get some food out of the assembler? Maybe a gun too.
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No. 191172 ID: e973f4

>>191139
Start with food. Food will probably make you think more clearly.
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No. 191176 ID: 68b807

>>191139
Get twenty pounds of raw meat.
Devour it messily.
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No. 191190 ID: b58b7e

>>191176
Why stop at twenty?
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No. 191223 ID: 0003ac

>>191139
Get food, and examine the sword and everything that came with it.
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No. 191227 ID: 6a5a08

Eat the datapad.
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No. 191229 ID: 8bdb6a

Now might be a good time to tell us a little about how fighting works in your era. It'd be a waste of time to get armor and stuff if all real fighting is done with supersonic kill-drones.

Eat some food but don't make a big deal out of it. Not a large portion, so you stay alert. Then go investigate the datapad.
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No. 191277 ID: 288dda
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191277

Sorry, started this update quite a while ago and then my interwebs died. Hence any failures of democracy are mine.

All right, I've got work to do. The room I'm staying in has a no doubt hyper-sanitized mini-feed, but I ought to be able to get something done with it. Grab half a kilo of something purported to be perfectly nutrionally balanced for me and munch cardboard-flavored snacks on the way back to my room.

The datapad - internal power supply's drained. Fab a new one and it refused to give any answers. About what I expected. On the plus side, my assembler may be nerfed here but it seems I'm playing on the center's tab. Slap together a quick analyzer and a pile of pseudo-beef to gnaw on while I work.

...well, this it interesting. Assembled anonymously at 40-N115-ADZJ - that's in-system. DNA match? Prints? Not sure why I'm bothering, it's easier to fake than a holo, but it says it was me. Makes sense, I guess? The Center did say I left it for myself when I woke up.

Wait. Hold on. That's a nasty little piece of work. Hid a transmitter in it, keyed to me specifically. Had all the credentials, handshakes, and passwords to get through my firewalls. That shouldn't be possible. This thing went off like a bullet fired at my brain when I picked it up.

I'm on my third plate of jerky before I figure out what some of these diagrams meant. The internals are fried. I really want to know what it dumped into my brain, but I don't know if I'm going to be able to recover it. Someone was either very dumb or very smart - the same power supply that fed the transmitter burned through the internal memory and smoked it. There's actually cracks in the structure.

I've been hacking away at this for quite a while now. Getting anything out of the memory here is going to take longer - how much longer, I can't say.
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No. 191282 ID: b58b7e

>>191277
Well, when you get the chance to, look around, find a door.
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No. 191283 ID: 0003ac

>>191277
Take a better look at your fencing sabre. Unless it's a single, seamless piece, you should be able to take it apart, at least partway. There could be things hidden inside of it, or written upon it on inner surfaces.
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No. 191288 ID: 67c611

Do you like your new body and parts?
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No. 191292 ID: 8bdb6a

>Assembled anonymously at 40-N115-ADZJ - that's in-system.
I don't understand. This was 18.7 Msec ago? Did this person (which may or may not be you) get fried by the hack, or was he responsible for executing it?

Also, your DNA has changed before. Like just a few minutes ago...

Presently, you should start looking up people who knew you, and talk to them. Carefully.
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No. 191297 ID: 68b807

>>191277
You're not eating that messily enough.
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No. 191400 ID: 288dda
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191400

No, this is not a standard fencing blade. It's smart.
I can feel it flex when I pick it up, and as I grip it experimentally the blade itself stretches to nearly a meter. Obviously I'm taller than whoever last used it. After a few practice swings I can also feel the balance flow slightly toward the point.

I really don't want to take this thing apart. Felt like holding it should have brought my memories rushing back somehow. Wishful thinking, I guess. When I hook it up to the assembler there's plenty more surprises.

Design (c) Lyan-418.910.435.880 - I can see the numbers flickering as I watch. Apparently my legal automata is still working. Registered fab by me at assembler 25-N034-DKMS. Doesn't ring a bell. Lot older than the 'pad - that thing was fabbed about 5Msec ago, and the blade is closer to 3 Gigs. It also slurps up about 500g of fairly exotic materials and then pops up a schematic on top of the analysis I have running for the datapad. Murphy's sake, this isn't just smart - the thing has a micro-fabricator built into it! I can feel my eyebrows crawling toward the ceiling. Just when did I ever need something like this? I do a bit more digging, but if I left any messages to myself they're well-hidden.

The local regs seem common enough. Weapons capable of projecting deadly force past 3m are contraband. Dueling permissible by mutual consent. Basically a way to work our disputes without involving bystanders or damaging property. Murder is punishable by feed restrictions or slow-timing for repeat offenders. I hear that's unpleasant.

I could try to fab up some kind of armor, but I'm not sure how much good it would do me. I think this sword's smart enough to rip through anything but milspec - and even THAT I wouldn't take bets on - and if I've got it other people might as well. Gives you a false sense of security, you let your guard down. I'll stick with speed and smarts.

Don't have much to work with here. It'll be hard retracing my footsteps if I was running anonymously - maybe impossible. I'd look up old friends, if I had any idea where to start.
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No. 191408 ID: b58b7e

>>191400
See if you can focus and make ornamentation appear on the blade and hilt.
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No. 191410 ID: c71597

>>191400
Say, you wouldn't be able to build a device that kills anything besides you in a 3 metre radius? Because something like that would probably be very useful.

Other than that maybe you should seek out someone professional to figure out what the datapad dumped in you.
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No. 191421 ID: a594b9

>>191400
Find assembler 25-N034-DKMS.
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No. 191429 ID: af4fba

>>191421
I second this course of action
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No. 191438 ID: 77af82

try to make armor anyway. you need clothing, if you can hide a plate to protect your organs on it, it would be sweet.

>>191421
this is good. at least you can make something there.
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No. 191503 ID: 8bdb6a

>>191421
The sword was fabbed 95 years ago. I doubt anything relevant is going on at the factory.

Try looking up public info about your personal ID code, or whatever that was.
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No. 191590 ID: d6cb21

>>191503
Then lets see what we can dredge up on ourselves.
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No. 191597 ID: e973f4

>>191503
I like this idea.
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No. 191827 ID: 288dda
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191827

I don't know if I want to try making something that would kill everything out to 3m but me... however that would work. Inside that range I'm pretty confident with the saber anyway. Come to think of it, those regs are pretty flexible. Wondering if something nonlethal would be worth the time.

I move my workspace to the wall and start digging. The Center said most of the records are forbidden, but maybe I can find something. Murphy, doing this manually takes forever. There's an itch in my brain, like... I don't know how to describe it. Muscle memory for my mind. All my reflexes are off. Operating by hand is... it's like working blindfolded, with one arm tied behind my back, standing hip-deep in mud.

History: blocked. Age: blocked. Place of birth: blocked. I do find the recording of the erasure request - such as it is. I - the old I - was running anonymous. The identification is a matter of public record, though. Neural patterns matched the last registered state vector - the one I'm running - to at least six 9s. It's the second most extreme treatment offered... all my personal memories... ashes. How could I possibly have been so cruel?

Finally, I check out the status of my legal automata. Perhaps I have some interesting IP lying around. Perhaps floating somewhere out there is a letter explaining just what I was thinking.

"Error: Credentials in use"? Must be some kind of bug. Try again. Same error. This doesn't make any sense. I've been at this for - I pull up a clock - over 30Ksec now with no real sleep. I could use a break.
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No. 191830 ID: 7630d5

You know, you never did check out if there were any cafe's nearby. That's a good place to chill at, if any.
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No. 191833 ID: d6cb21

>>191827
Well, can you figure out exactly what it was that the old you did? Perhaps the attempted hack has something to do a victim of our previous incarnation's actions.
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No. 191834 ID: d6cb21

>>191833
After you get some rest, of course.
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No. 191842 ID: 701a19

>>191827
Your credentials are in use because you're still alive. I suspect you plan to frame yourself, so send yourself a message telling you to cut that shit out and stop screwing you over.
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No. 191846 ID: 8bdb6a

>How could I possibly have been so cruel?
Well, apparently you received some kind of memetic virus that did bad things to your brain and cybernetics, and then did strange and inexplicable behaviors harmful to yourself. So maybe it was outright mind control virus.

On that note, keep doing everything manually instead of getting a computer implant like you want. At least for now.

>"Error: Credentials in use"?
What does that mean? What credentials?

What is anonymous mode?

Also, go find a cafe or something. (I thought you guys didn't need to sleep any more?)
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No. 191847 ID: 8bdb6a

>>191842
>Your credentials are in use because you're still alive.
Yeah, that seems the most likely option, but it depends on what credentials we're talking.

How else would you not have authority to reverse decisions you supposedly made?
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No. 191848 ID: 1ac39d

>>191846
someone else is using the implant. they took it out of your head.
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No. 191907 ID: c71597

>>191827
Credential in use. Hmmm, does it ever happen that someone gets downloaded into a new body when their old body isn't dead? Say after a hack maybe.

So nonleathal weapons can go further than 3m. That holds quite a bit of promise. See if you can't find the specs for some nice neural stun gun kind of deal. With a nice range of maybe 50m and knocks someone the fuck out for the next 6 to 8 hours.
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No. 191908 ID: c4c313

Someone's using your identity.

Someone else is using your identity!
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No. 191941 ID: d6cb21

>>191908
!!!!!!!!!
Ok, now its personal.
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No. 192393 ID: 288dda
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192393

This... this is a nightmare. It's not possible, but that last check confirmed it. And I don't have the who, why, where, or when. Much less HOW. It's a rumor. An urban legend. The safeguards on that kind of data - you'd spend a lifetime trying crack ONE, and even if you somehow did that data would be useless for anyone else.

I've got to get away from this room. I find myself wandering the habitat aimlessly, and stop at a park area to take stock. A few possibilities suggest themselves. I might be the original, brainwashed into scrubbing my brain clean. I may have had other reasons for the Lethe treatment and for my other odd behavior - running anonymous, refusing to backup. I might have been murdered, and whoever did the deed seized control of my property. I might be a pirate copy, and the original is still on the run somewhere. It could be even worse.

At least it's pleasant out here. A warm breeze ruffles my mane and there's a sweet smell in the air.

...maybe I'm just a simulation.
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No. 192403 ID: 288dda
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192403

I stare out at the park for a while, watching the people come and go. I've been out here a kilosec or two, just staring at nothing, when my radio comes to life. It's an... almost apologetic-sounding burst of static, like someone clearing their throat.

There's something behind me when I turn around.

[Incoming comm request. Accept?]
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No. 192404 ID: e973f4

>>192403
You got anything better to do right about now?

Sure, why not.
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No. 192405 ID: 1ac39d

may as well.
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No. 192406 ID: 4c7b39

Ask who it is from. Horrible to get two viruses in one day.
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No. 192433 ID: 7630d5

Go for it.
Also, check out that sweet statue in the middle of the park. Pretty bitchin' if it changes designs like that.
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No. 192436 ID: d6cb21

>>192406
This first. Just to be sure.
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No. 192455 ID: 620bfb

>>192403
That hair is fabulous. Accept the call.
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No. 192462 ID: 288dda

[weekend update schedule: try for an update or two late tomorrow night and maybe a /dis/ to make up for a lame cliffhanger, and then a solid block Sunday after gaming and dinner. 10PM EST, maybe?]
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No. 192512 ID: c71597

>>192403
Accept the call. You might gain some useful leads into your previous life or what you are. After all, whoever is calling you must know atleast something about you.
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No. 193043 ID: 288dda
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193043

With a bit of hesitance I crack open communications just enough for public identities, verification, and partial key exchange before slamming them shut again.

Public name: S________

...that's a bit weird. Doesn't ring any bells. It's been motionless these past few moments. It's probably staring at me. I open up the connection.

Hey there. A little jumpy? The tonelessly neutral voice comes across my radio link.

"A little."

Hope you don't mind the radio. I'm vacuum-sealed. Mind letting me inside your privacy shield? I hate talking to a box.

Well, there's no additional access permissions there and I would kind of like to see who I'm talking to. There's a brief moment when our exocortices brush against each other to exchange handshake info, and...
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No. 193045 ID: 5eea01

Sounds good. Take him (for a lack of an accurate pronoun) up on the offer.
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No. 193047 ID: 288dda
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193047

My eyes acknowledge the presence of a strange angular creature with rubberized skin - or possibly a skintight latex suit - standing a few meters behind me. It stares back at me, hand on one hip, head cocked to the side.

You've been staring blankly into space for the past 2K. Something wrong? The words have a hint of concern that they lacked before.

I don't way anything.

Saw something your size heading this way from the Lethe Center a while back. It walks up to the railing and leans over, then focuses on my face. ...and now you're wondering just what you did to yourself?

I nod slightly.

I know the feeling. Regret. Wondering why you gave it all up?

Nod.

Listen, if you just wiped I bet you don't even remember what good food tastes like. How about we head to a cafe I know down the way? Got an anachronist there, does all the prep-work by hand. It sees me hesitate. C'mon, doing anything else at the moment? Cheer you up, I promise!

had to repost to fix a typo. Sorry, poster
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No. 193048 ID: 0b2a05

Indeed, go for it.
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No. 193049 ID: a594b9

>>193047
I can't see any reason to refuse.

Though I do wonder how he could possibly know that you wiped. Seems very suspicious.
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No. 193052 ID: 0b2a05

Cafe it is. Even if you should be paranoid this is the best opportunity to learn more.
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No. 193055 ID: 7630d5

Might as well go with him. It's better than sitting around doing nothing.

Off the top of your head, do you know anything about anachronists, or rather, what they do?
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No. 193124 ID: c4c313

IT'S A TRAP

no wait

YOU'RE A TRAP

...proceed
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No. 193125 ID: f83b4e

>>191827
Consider the possibility that you were copied, or are a copy, yourself, with just enough of the original's identity to be verifiable, while the other one got the lion's share of your credentials. Maybe the you-before-you had a plan, and the other one's a scapegoat, to make it look like you're still an active member of society, that nothing is wrong.
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No. 193166 ID: d6cb21

>>193047
Sure, why not?
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No. 193352 ID: f31e33

Ask if you are capable of being improved or not and what is your energy levels?
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No. 193361 ID: 899719

>>193352
Wat?
Dude, no one ever mentioned energy levels at all ever to any extent at all whatsoever EVER.
Between your grammar, seemingly dubious (at best) grasp of the English language, utter inanity of your posts, and complete and total inability to read the mood at all, I have to wonder why you post.
Could you at least take an ESL course?
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No. 193453 ID: 288dda
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193453

We head down to the lower level and my companion leads me to a small cafe. Watching it walk is strange - it flows almost bonelessly when it moves, but appears rigid at rest. Shortly we arrive at a small open-air eatery and a table and chairs rise from the ground to meet us.

You're going to like this. All authentic, hand-prepared. You eat grains? Or strict carnivore? I shrug. All right. It walks to the counter, gestures briefly at a exclusion box, then strolls back and throws itself into the chair.

Pasta Carbonara. Authentic recipe... noodles and egg, pepper, cheese, butter, topped with slices of fried spam, served with chopsticks. For me, extra-large espresso. Venti, Carlos insists on calling it. I do not recognize any of these things.

So talk. What's on your mind?

I'm not sure, but I have a growing suspicion that I've been copied. Or I am the copy. How much can I trust it?
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No. 193457 ID: 7630d5

He seems like a pretty nice guy, at least. Ask him if it's even possible for there to be multiple copies of one person running around. That, and ask him about the anachronist he mentioned at the park.
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No. 193465 ID: a594b9

>>193457
An anachronist is like... an old-timer. He uses old techniques of making food. It's not important.

Just tell him that your assets are... being used by someone else.
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No. 193468 ID: 0b2a05

>>193465
Yeah don't mention the copying and stuff, at least not yet. Just say you think you got basically robbed.
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No. 193490 ID: 288dda
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193490

"That... sounds interesting." Wish I could read its facial expression. The - espresso? - arrives, in a mug like a bowl with a handle on it, carried by a polite-seeming rectangle that places it on the saucer in front of S________. It picks up the mug and leans back in its chair, which reshapes in response.

"Is there something easier I can call you?"

[What, you don't like it? Heh. You can call me 'Sal.' Assuming you don't go by Lyan-406.705.840.197root?]

"Just 'Lyan' is fine. So how do you know this anachronist?"

[Pleasure to meet you, Lyan, but I know a stall when I see one. You're thinking about more important things than manual food preparation. Spill.

"Just... odd thoughts. I think I've been robbed and I don't know how."

[Robbed? How? And what? Your memories?]

I'm really not sure how to answer this without straying onto topics I'd rather not talk about in front of a stranger. A half-truth, then. "Someone hijacked my legal network. I'm locked out of all my resources. I didn't know that was possible."

It studies me for a long moment. [Well, cheer up! Property's not what it used to be. Way you seemed to be moping, I figured you for a bad wipe. Or does your face just look like that?] There's a hint of humor. [Listen, I've done the Lethe thing more times than I can count. Literally. How about you tell me about it while we wait for the food?]

You know, I still don't know how it knew about that. I've been locked into privacy mode since I awoke. Do I want to confront it about that?
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No. 193499 ID: 7630d5

It is rather...Strange that he would know that since you've been in anonymous mode. He probably knows more than he lets on, though. Ask him what he means by a "bad wipe", and imply something about anonymous being you know, private. Be subtle about it, anyway.
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No. 193604 ID: c2c011

>>193490
You should probably ask him why he decided to contact you, what he wants and what he means with a bad wipe.
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No. 193605 ID: 0b2a05

Don't stay your hand just yet, save it for a trump card later if you need one. Instead ask about bad wipes.
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No. 193656 ID: e973f4

>>193490
Well, maybe not with the sort of tone "confront" implies, but you could certainly ask.
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No. 193790 ID: 288dda
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193790

"What do you mean by a bad wipe? Some kind of problem with the procedure?"

[No, nothing like that. Just the realization that you've thrown everything away. I've done a few myself.] It pauses for a moment. [Heh. After the first time I woke up with no memory, I had them start carving a notch onto my femur and making sure that info went into my notes. A few times back they refused to do it - claiming "structural instability!"] There's a brief burst of static over the link. [Oh, come on. Laugh. That was supposed to be a joke.]

[Anyway... I've got no idea how old I am, where I came from. Keeps me from getting too jaded, but... well. I have vague memories of a lab around Saturn. Maybe I go all the way back, pre-Diaspora. So now when I'm in a position to I kind of keep an eye on the Centers, maybe talk to someone who needs it.]

Oh. "So how..."

[And even in privacy more you're not exactly inconspicuous, you know. See a 2.5m box contemplating its navel for that long? Just came from the direction of the Center? Thought I'd see if you were ready for some company. So here we are.]

---

It's leaning forward, staring right into my face.

[...ou all right? You've been sitting there completely blank for the past half kilosec. How long have you been up? Unless you're buzzing the Center I want to take a quick peek at your medicals.]
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No. 193791 ID: e973f4

>>193790
Okay, that's slightly alarming. Did you just, like, blank out there?
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No. 193795 ID: 0b2a05

That's... strange, are you alright? What would giving it a look at your medicals potentially reveal?
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No. 193796 ID: c4c313

The attacker wouldn't be *this* obvious would they? He's probably genuinely concerned...
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No. 193813 ID: 701a19

>>193790
Right now you would be expected to be paranoid, and thus not share information with others. If somebody is trying to act against you they would be counting on this.

Naturally, the best way to subvert their plans would be to be open and honest.
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No. 193814 ID: 4c7b39

Hmm. My paranoia says to avoid the medical facilities whenever possible because whatever duplicated you might not exactly have the most favorable record behind.

On the other hand, you seem like you need some attention. Just take a nap after this and see if it's still all skippy after that you might benefit from the doctoral visit.
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No. 193829 ID: 620bfb

Someone ask to borrow a few minutes of your time?
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No. 193867 ID: 288dda
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193867

"I... what?"

It glances over its shoulder briefly. [Ok, the scuplture's interesting, but it's not THAT interesting. Your autonomous medicals should have kicked in by now.] There's a heavy note of concern in its voice. [May I?]

"All right."

[Good lord. Are you locked out of your own systems? Have you been offline all this time?] I start to answer and there's a brief flicker as a HUD superimposes itself on my vision. [What did they do to you?] Diagnostics begin to appear.

[You DO run hot, don't you? But even for you, that's serious. Your brain meats are just a few degrees short of cooking.] There's a brief rush as it takes me on a guided tour of my new endocrine systems. I get the mental impression of a raised eyebrow. [Huh. Never would have guessed. Also looks like your dopamine and endorphin uptake is elevated - you're doped up pretty good. ...strange. Your oxytocin level's also up quite a bit. But enough peeking into your personal life.]

It stops. [All right, Lyan. What's going on? And if I don't get a straight answer I WILL drag you back to the Center. By your hair, if necessary.] My vision isn't quite right. Things seem slightly blotchy. I could use that sleep.
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No. 193868 ID: e973f4

>>193867
Well, I mean, you don't know, do you?

Tell it the truth: you haven't got a damn clue what's going on.
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No. 193874 ID: 40cb26

>>193867
Tell it what you know, and what you don't. Also, "help".
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No. 193877 ID: 701a19

>>193867
Oh, just tell him already.
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No. 193881 ID: a594b9

>>193867
Tell him about the tablet.
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No. 193883 ID: 8bdb6a

Tell him you found something that hacked you before, and that you think you're being hacked now, even though that shouldn't be possible. (Maybe?)
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No. 193885 ID: c4c313

No Lyan. You are the demons.
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No. 193906 ID: 288dda
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193906

"Woke up... tablet in my room. Said I was hacked."

[C'mon, up!] It gets my arm around its neck and drags me to my feet without difficulty. [Way you're suddenly acting, I can believe it. Got anything else?]

"Tablet made in-system. New. Threw something in my head. Memories all gone." Having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Leaning hard on Sal.

[Lyan. Stay with me here. You're in no shape for a backup. There's a monitor waiting for us at the Center. It's faster than fabbing a new one. Come on, you need to get your biology under control.] I pick through the menus, but it's too much work when all my concentration is on climbing this ramp.

[All right. Few hundred more meters.] Something's knocking against the inside of my head. I tell it to go away. [Lyan, let me in. I'm trying to help.] Oh. Ok. There's a feeling like someone slipping their hand into mine and the menus begin to dance across my vision. Adrenaline floods through my system. My heart keeps beating. [Anything else?]

"Dream... agent... from the tablet. Broken. Crashed."

[i][Don't know if they're going to be able to handle you, Lyan. Medical nano isn't what it used to be. Have you backed up since...?]
I manage a nod. [I'll send by a datastore, just... in case.]

The door's up ahead. Everything is so gray.
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No. 193908 ID: 8bdb6a

But... I thought the whole reason you were using manual menus earlier was because you didn't have a neural interface going?
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No. 193912 ID: 288dda
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193912

I feel... fuzzy. But good. Strong. I run my tongue around the inside of my mouth and find sharp teeth. Why am I lying on my back? I had just gone out.

"Instantiation from archived state vector complete. Good morning Lyan-406.705.840.197root, and welcome back to the Lethe center. It has been 71.7Ksec since your last backup. Our sincerest apologies, but your prior instantiaton unexpectedly began to reject its exocortex and its medical subsystems. We are afraid that resuscitation was unsuccessful."

What.
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No. 193913 ID: 0b2a05

The fuck just happened

Did you get rejected by your own implants?
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No. 193919 ID: 288dda
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193919

...probably just one or two posts tomorrow and then I'll try to spend some hours Wed eve, 10EST-ish.
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No. 193921 ID: 701a19

>>193912
[Replay the sequence of events]

You made a friend, he saved your life.
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No. 193966 ID: a594b9

YOU DIED
However, the Lethe Center traps you. You shall remain in this world as a Sergal. Forever.
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No. 193970 ID: a594b9

>>193912
What is that stuff on the wall, anyway?
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No. 194002 ID: c2c011

>>193912
You died, and then got rebuilt. Apparently you body rejected the implants. It also seems like there has been some incoming calls that have been rejected. Get your bearings and then check them out.
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No. 194046 ID: 620bfb

The protagonist died?
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No. 194101 ID: 7630d5

A quick recap since you left, and apparently since you can't remember what had happened. You went to the park for a while, where you met another named 'Sal'. He took you to a cafe where you talked for a while, and he seemed to be quite a wealth of information. He might've been one of the scientists on Saturn, before all of this had happened. Anyways, you had been locked out of some of your own systems, and your vitals were completely out of whack. Another thing of note was that there were heavy amounts of dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin intake levels in your system. That hack, or something was fucking with your vitals, along with shutting down some of your implants. After that, your body started to shut down, and you essentially died while Sal tried to get you to a center for medical attention.

Long story short, you died. Go find a guy named Sal. You should still be able to see him even though you're in anonymous mode; You traded public contact (handshaking protocols) information.
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No. 194112 ID: c4c313

Looks like SASO saved your fuzzy butt. Well, sort of. The exocortex problem might have started before your last backup. The time you have to fix this might be short, so whatever you do DON'T EXAMINE YOUR GROIN
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No. 194113 ID: e973f4

>>193912
Okay, you appear to have a pretty serious problem, here.

You should probably go find that guy you were talking to earlier, he seemed to have at least an idea of what was going on.
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No. 194172 ID: 0b2a05

Okay, wait. You need to figure out what you did before you got rejected. You were probably in anonymous mode, but is there any recordings you could get of yourself?
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No. 194187 ID: 0b2a05

What's on the wall?
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No. 194295 ID: 288dda

...a brief note on death and the limits of player/character interaction in the /dis/ thread.
>>/questdis/327567
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No. 194567 ID: 288dda
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194567

"I rejected... how is that even possible?"

Unknown. We are dedicating significant resources to the problem. A full mapping and simulation of your backup is currently being run. Discrepancies have been noted, but full analysis of the damage, if any, is still underway.

"What happened before I died?"

You arrived at the center in anonymous mode at approximately 73000 in urgent need of medical services. Your companion was likewise anonymized. Autonomous systems exhibited signs of a positive feedback loop and emergency shutdown procedures failed to contain the thermal damage. As a last resort backup procedures were initiated, but physiological damage prevented a full state vector from being obtained. The partial data acquired is being used in our analysis.

"What's the risk of it happening again?"

Analysis is nearing 20% completion. As a precautionary measure your new medical systems have been unlinked from your exocortex and placed under direct control of the Lethe center. Great. My neurochemistry has been hijacked for my own good to hopefully prevent the possibility of my brain melting a second time. I wave the drone away and look at the walls.

Apparently I came back and began to study the artifacts for some time before leaving again. I spend a few Ksec refamiliarizing myself with my earlier work. Seems my blade is smart enough to do my taxes and has a micro-fabricator built in. Do a little more poking - apparently it can replay old duels? Inertial tracker included as well. Maybe I'll take a look at some old fights later if I have the time. Looks like I was also trying to reassemble the datapad's fried components. Very little progress made so far, but I let it keep running. No luck tracing my identity or movements.

There's a note here about my legal network being blocked. Odd. I try to log in and fail. Does this mean I'm a copy, or that the hack was used to steal my authentication credentials?

I owe someone a thank-you, and I haven't a clue how to start tracking them down.
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No. 194570 ID: a594b9

>>194567
Perhaps he got to a datastore?

Hey, if the sword tracks inertial information, can you use that to extrapolate where you were before?
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No. 194615 ID: e973f4

>>194570
There's a thought.

And I can't really think of much else, to be honest. >_>
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No. 194617 ID: c2c011

>>194567
Look over old duels. There should be timestamps and ways to identify your opponent from those records. And from there you can trace your own identity and what you have done in your life.
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No. 194642 ID: d6cb21

>>194567
Well, you could go to the nearest cafe and ask around for a "Sal". See if you cant find the person who saved your life.
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No. 194657 ID: c4c313

If Sal's not waiting excitedly outside this room to find out how the heck you died and if he can be part of your exciting adventures too, try to find a cafe run by an "anachronist". That'll be someone who reduces efficiency and standardization in order to produce something novel and unique. In this case, Pasta Carbonara. Noodles and egg, pepper, cheese, butter, topped with slices of fried spam, served with chopsticks. Anachronists should be fairly rare, so the interaction between anachronists and cafe owners should be pretty small, especially considering Sal had to physically carry your smouldering corpse to this place.
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No. 194696 ID: 0b2a05

If you met up with someone, they might have recorded your encounter. Maybe you can requisition logs from it? Maybe what was salvaged from your mind has information in it? You should do a scan of your own brain personally.
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No. 194710 ID: 288dda
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194710

Of course! I'm an idiot. Inertial tracking. The sword records position and orientation data. With any kind of luck, that's not some kind of "combat mode" feature.

Hmm. There are some interesting interface items here. Obnoxious needing to do this manually, but I'm still locked out as an additional "precautionary measure." Here we go. Tracking backward from now -- plot data -- scale -- and now I can retrace my steps.

Last point recorded - "Discontinuity." Hmm. That would be when I got out of the assembler? There's ~3Gs of data preceding that but it appears useless.

All right. From the looks of this path, I was with my benefactor right... here. I fab up a quick projector and interface rings, grumbling at the necessity, and start retracing my steps.

Sorry folks, but Lyan has to use his own brain rather than yours. You can't prompt him with memories that are no longer there, such as Sal's name or the café - yesterday's events have been reset. Fortunately you are well on your way to retrieving them.
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No. 194750 ID: c4c313

>>194710

can't blame me for trying heh heh heh
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No. 194779 ID: 0b2a05

Tell us what you find.
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No. 194784 ID: a594b9

>>194710
The 3Gs of data preceding the assembly is likely from before the wipe. If you can determine the proper frame of reference, then it might give you some clues as to your previous 'life'.
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No. 194793 ID: 701a19

>>194784
Its motion was limited to the surroundings. compare the paths taken to known urban centers to find the routes, then compare the timestamps to find out what you can. Easy.
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No. 194887 ID: c2c011

>>194710
Well then lets get going and see where the fancy sword takes us. Retrace your steps and see what you have been up to. People should be able to remember your current body pretty easily.
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No. 194983 ID: 288dda
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194983

With the help of a heads-up display and the sword I manage to retrace my steps. While en route I ponder the problem of the previous inertial data - without any kind of anchor point it's just numbers. Unfortunately this thing doesn't log where it gets assembled. Well, I know where it was assembled THIS time. Pull up a map, superimpose tracking data, anchor at the assembler, and rotate until I get something useful...

Aha. The path tracks back out of the assembler to my room, some movement within the center itself, and then about 3/4s of a Msec later tracks back out of the Lethe center and straight back to... the same public assembler. Murphy's sake, I can't catch a break! Was I TRYING to cover my tracks? Come to think of it, I probably was. The data before that is significantly longer, and spends a significant amount of time clustering in a small area. Possibly I can make something of this?

The path takes me to a walkway overlooking a park where I loitered for a few kilosecs. I wonder what I was thinking. It leads me around and down to... nothing here. Hmm. I pull up a clock and it's only about 7000. Apparently I've been reset so many times in the past day that I've lost all track of time. Better than taking the chance of passing up the lead.

Well, now what? I've probably got quite a while to kill. I could mess aroung with the blade some more. There are a number of duels I could watch, or I could try brute-forcing back-tracing the path... but I'm not sure where to start with that. Perhaps follow up on a few notes I'd scrawled about fabricating nonlethal weapons? Or just take a nice anonymous nap on the lawn here? I may not need it, but I feel like I'm owed it at this point.
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No. 194986 ID: c4c313

Yeah go ahead and take a nap. The center did say your exocortex couldn't set your head on fire for the time being.
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No. 194987 ID: a594b9

>>194983
Oh, it's that sculpture again.

Those circles on the ground match the positions of the tables from before, which means this is where the cafe was. Lyan doesn't know this but figures the location is important; and thus wants to wait around.

Watch a few duels, then take a nap.
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No. 194988 ID: e973f4

>>194983
I am in favor of nap, at least in the short term.
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No. 195007 ID: 7630d5

You should at least look over the nonlethal weapon notes first, then take a nap.
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No. 195013 ID: 2cbe3e

>>194983

Train with the blade for a bit.
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No. 195016 ID: 8bdb6a

Find a place with some people and get a cup of coffee. Turn off anonymous mode so they'll notice and call someone if you go bonkers again.
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No. 195070 ID: e973f4

>>195016
Sure, turn off anonymous mode. Why not.
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No. 195138 ID: 288dda
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195138

Nothing wrong with a little nap. I browse through a few designs stored by my last iteration. Blue goo grenades? Neural paralyzer? Poison claws with injectors? I must have been feeling paranoid. Come to think of it, I was probably running well above optimal temperature at the time. There's also a note here - "front teeth!" Hmm. I run my tongue around the inside of my mouth... yes, if nothing else that sounds like a good idea.

I can find 15 recorded duels on the saber. After watching a few I can say that apparently I was not a frequent fighter, but I was very, very good at it. When I slow it down a bit so I can follow the movements, it seems almost mechanical; I'm not sure I could move so precisely or exactly. I must have spent time between training in virtuality. That's another thing that strikes me as strange - over a span of nearly 3Gs the length, weight, moment of inertia, and so forth of the blade were completely unchanged - shaped for a blandly average humanoid between 1.75 and 1.8m in height. Was I keeping a single form that for that long?

The ground is soft and warm and a light breeze ruffles my fur. I close my eyes and drift away...

---

...in my dreams I'm descending a seemingly endless white staircase into a dark pit. I've been walking for what feels like hours when a medical monitor flies down and stops in front of me. "Good morning, Lyan-406.705.840.197root. You have received an anonymous package at the Center. Would you like it delivered to your location?"

"...sure."

"The nearest assembler is 40.8m from your location. Please follow the guide."


...I'm awake.
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No. 195142 ID: 288dda
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195142

Stand up, yawn, stretch. First time I've really thought about my new body - I've been living inside my head since I awoke in the Lethe center. I consider for a moment, then come to a decision. I'm obviously not the same person I was. Why am I acting the same? I fiddle around with my interface and remove my anonymity filter.

The assembler is a small, semiprivate one almost on top of the point where I met with... well, whoever. It produces a small token to feed to my projector. I do so, and make a bench to sit down and watch.

Sorry about yesterday. Hope you're feeling better. S________. That's a rather... laconic way of phrasing it. There's a public key signature attached. I start the playback. It's a recording from someone's point of view.

I sit and watch myself through someone else's eyes. We meet. We chat. We start to have dinner. The panic. The long walk back, the point where Sal carries me. The playback ends, but I think I watched myself die. It's... disturbing.

I assume this was meant as a gift; at least now I know what happened. Hopefully soon the Center will let me know why. Shall I contact Sal?
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No. 195143 ID: e973f4

>>195142
This guy seems to have an almost altruistic interest in helping you, and you haven't exactly got a lot of leads. So go for it!
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No. 195146 ID: 8bdb6a

I think you need some time to settle down before getting back into that can of worms. Maybe get a feel for this place you're in. How big's this habitat, anyway? What's it called? What do people do for fun?
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No. 195156 ID: a594b9

>>195142
I'm nervous about contacting Sal. Don't want to put him in danger. If we can do it in an untraceable manner so that nobody knows we and him are in contact, then go ahead. Don't set up a meeting until we know what caused you to die, though.

Is there any way for you to extrapolate your previous size and shape from the way the sword moves?
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No. 195159 ID: f16b80
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195159

>>187953

Hey, didn't that "medical monitor" also co-star in the movie, flight of the navigator?
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No. 195160 ID: 288dda
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195160

>>195138
Whoops, forgot my music.
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No. 195228 ID: 45be60

>>195159
THAT'S where I've seen it before. Kept thinking I was just flashing back to The Nozzle.
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No. 195304 ID: c2c011

>>195142
Yeah sure contact him.

By the way, does the record of the duels have any information about who you fought and why?
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No. 195335 ID: 7630d5

Do you have enough feed material to alter the sword? You should change it to match it's namesake, and possibly work better with your new form. You could also try and incorporate one of the weapon designs into the blade, like a poisoned edge, or something similar.

I'd say hold off on contacting Sal for a little while; try and get some optimizations for your body done first, at least.
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No. 195573 ID: c5296f

I would say that changing around the configuration of a sword whose configuration not being changed in forever while you have no memories and everything else around you has been altered, possibly against your will, is an extraordinarily bad idea. If anything, the thing to do would be to alter ye old body down to fit the weighting on the sword and see if any new clues come to light.
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No. 195782 ID: f202ec
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195782

Hmm. Before I make any changes I want to find out exactly what I can do with this new body. I'd also like to find out more about the history of this blade. Let's multitask.

I pull up the heads-up and fiddle around with the settings until I manage to make a mannequin that fits the kinesthetic data from the recorded fights. Hrmm. Well, I don't know if it actually tells me anything but now I know what my old skeletal structure was like. Humanoid, probably 1.8m tall, probably male from the hip structure, and the joints bend in the normal ways in the standard locations. That only describes several trillion people.

I try to dig up more info on the duelists involved, but the sword has no visual recording and seems to be disconnected from the network - all my work is going straight from the blade to the display with no intermediary. I can't get the names and identities of the participants, just timestamps and a sketchy probabilistic sketch of the opponents.

I stick the data on the heads-up and start working through the motions at half speed. At 60%, still no problems. 70%. Cut, block, thrust, lunge. It's pleasantly mindless. At 90% I'm having a little trouble keeping up, and at 100% I'm falling just a few milliseconds behind. I turn off the program and try my own flourishes - beats, thrusts, moves for my superior weight and reach. I'm good at this. I feel good.

Later, I slow to a stop. My tongue is lolling and I'm taking deep breaths of cool air - not QUITE panting, I tell myself. I pull up my monitors - I can look, but can't touch - core temp is up to 41.5 and heartrate is 112. Nothing dangerous but Sal was right - I DO run hot; adding improved medicals and some armor weave might make that worse. Actually, I'm not even sure if I can mod myself while my neural interfaces are under review.

I seem to have drawn a small crowd of watchers while I worked up an appetite. Looks like there's also a small outdoor cafe is setting up again where Sal and I stopped. I've still got all my projects available on the heads-up... should I be working on something while I eat?
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No. 195784 ID: 7630d5

You could always see what you can make of the second set of tracking data from the sword; See if that leads you anywhere new.
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No. 195785 ID: 620bfb

Any way to improve your cooling? On another note, there appears to be a guy with a sword in the background.
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No. 195787 ID: fa7b85

>>195785
I'd think perhaps reducing the thickness of the fur may help.

((OOC: The Goshen Solution))
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No. 195797 ID: c2c011

>>195782
Check out more efficient heat management implants while you eat. All that fur is probably meant for a bit chillier regions than what you find in normal human habitats.
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No. 195805 ID: a594b9

>>195782
Get a haircut, hippie!

Also, I think you should focus on the 3rd inertial dataset then work on a few nonlethal ranged weapons.

Hey, the 2nd dataset... that was the last path you took with the sword before the wipe. That means either someone took it off your corpse and put it in the assembler, or you didn't have it with you when you died. Or of course, you're a copy and the original you gave the sword to 'you'.
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No. 195901 ID: d6cb21

>>195797
Some heat management sounds like a good upgrade to make.
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No. 195924 ID: c5296f

Shave and a haircut's a good start. If it really comes down to it, there's always the drastic option of looking into some sort of cranial heat sinks, or getting a re-take on the whole body, but you'd probably want to do so somewhere else after all the problems here.
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No. 196419 ID: f202ec
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196419

I walk back to the cafe and approach the counter. An olive-skinned man with four arms turns toward me. "Yes? Can I help you?"

If I were online right now, I'd just know. Instead, I take a shot in the dark. "Would you be Carlos?" He nods. "A... pasta carbonara? And an espresso?"

He looks at me strangely. "For breakfast? Suit yourself. How many calories you wanting?"

"6000 sounds good."

Carlos nods, and the assembler next to him begins to produce ingredients. "You the guy that was here with Sal last night, then? Sorry you had to leave. Be a kilosec or two. Why don't you have a seat?" He gestures with a free arm to a table rising from the spongy turf.

I pull out the heads-up and start fiddling. An upgrade to my medical monitoring and repair systems is going to produce extra heat. Trim the fur down to around 2cm. I'm keeping the mane, though. I was going to add a layer of fullerene weave - maybe I can do something with that? Hmm... add heat pipes running beneath the armor to the extremities and remove the fur entirely from the palms and soles. Better bones. I run a quick simulation - the system chugs on it for nearly half a second before spitting out a result: 8kg increase in body mass, 41.0C core temp, +2 heartrate, optimal caloric intake 14000 Kcal. Oh, and more teeth. Looks fine - I send the design off pending my next trip to an assembler. Anything else I needed?

As I'm finishing up a shadow falls across the table. It's one of the audience from my impromptu performance earlier - the one with a blade. It... he? - I can't tell - speaks. "You were quite impressive. May I challenge you to a duel?"

Murphy. I haven't backed up, I'm hungry, and I'm still tired from my workout. How do I handle this?
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No. 196422 ID: c2c011

>>196419
Tell him/it that have to get some stuff done before you can engage in any duels. If he gives you a name and how to contact him you will get in touch with him when you're ready for a duel.
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No. 196489 ID: 7630d5

Tell him you'd like to get something to eat first before dueling. Hell, invite him down to sit and chat with you for a while.
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No. 196490 ID: e973f4

>>196422
>>196489
Something like this. You're in no shape to duel immediately, and dueling right after you eat is probably a no-go as well.

I suspect you would like to duel this guy at some point, though. Get contacts or whatever you would do there? :V
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No. 196509 ID: a594b9

>>196489
This sounds about right. Don't turn him away... you do need food and that is a good excuse to wait until you're not dead tired.
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No. 196815 ID: 28955b

Turn him down. Let him know that the workout is because you're still in training.
Say that you're willing to duel him when you have time.
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No. 196898 ID: c4c313

>>196489

Sure this sounds good. You can always turn him down after enough of a lunch to explain.
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No. 196925 ID: f202ec
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196925

"At the moment, I'm here for food. Would you care to join me?" I'm quickly fiddling with my interface as I speak. Here we are - public name "Jerich," current gender M, 1.85m height, 76.9kg, etc etc. Good enough. He's very careful to keep his center of mass balanced at all times. Just at a guess at his posture and straight blade, I'd say master of some ancient and highly formalized school. Doesn't look greatly augmented.

I'm not sure if that's a helmet or if his head just looks like that, but he nods stiffly and then sits ramrod-straight directly across from me. "Eating anything?" I ask. He shakes his head.

Guess I'll keep talking, then. "I'll be honest - I didn't come looking for a fight today. I have a lot going on at the moment and dying would be a real setback. Perhaps you'd be willing to wait a few days, or at least until I've eaten and backed up?"

"You've given no cause for blood," he replies. "I simply wish to spar with you." Well, that's a relief. He hasn't taken his hand off his blade since he sat down. It's kind of annoying.

"Well, since we're not planning on killing each other. Perhaps after my meal?" He nods again.

Shall I continue trying to make small talk, or just eat and get this over with?
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No. 196929 ID: c5296f

Well, possibility 1- This is just some friendly sword fighting enthusiast, and hey, friendly people are nice to have around.

Possibility 2- This is someone who knows more about you than you do, and has some nefarious alterior motive.

Either way, keeping him talking and feeling him out seems like a good idea, if only to figure out which it is. Keep it friendly too, since it's not the best time for outward paranoia.
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No. 196934 ID: 7630d5

He seems pretty tense and ready for a fight. Just get your food and get it over with. No point in talking if all he seems interested in is dueling you.
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No. 196939 ID: a594b9

>>196925
This guy is SERIOUS BUSINESS. If he wants to spar with you then you must be pretty damn good. He's already seen your fighting style, so it's only fair to ask him about his. Like, is it a style he made up himself, or did someone teach him? How long has he been practicing?

You might also ask if your name seems familiar to him. Tell him you wiped recently and are curious about your past.
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No. 196954 ID: c2c011

>>196925
Ask him about his fighting style. He seems like a rather enthusiastic fellow when it comes to bladework. So if you can get him to talk about the history of his school he might like you better and you could find out useful stuff about him and his style.
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No. 196984 ID: 5a2e05

>>196925
Eat quick, spar.
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No. 197243 ID: f202ec
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197243

"So do you randomly challenge strangers you find in the park to duels? Actually... we ARE strangers, right? I just wiped and don't remember much."

"I do not make a habit of it. You seem to be able to handle a blade; obviously you have not lost that. But no, I do not believe we have met." Wow. This guy is really... something. He's either a master, or desperately wants to be one. Maybe this kind of thing is why I was anonymous so often previously? I hope my food gets here soon.

After a minute or so of awkward silence, I try again. "You have me at a disadvantage after having seen my practice. Could you tell me more about your own style?"

"Certainly! My style is a synthesis of the surviving works of Liechtenauer and his descendants of the Renaissance schools, and drills with the long blade, sword and buckler, great knife, and grappling. I myself prefer the long blade and work primarily with the thrust as the killing blow." Killing blow? I fiddle with my heads-up and pull up a listing in reverse chronological order. Around then my food arrives - a bowl with what looks like a kilo of... well, I guess this is what noodles and fried spam look like.

Mmm, salty and greasy. Murphy, but I'm making a mess of this. Mental note - teeth. And maybe some low-friction polymer fur coating if eating like this is going to become a habit, though it might require some unusual dietary supplements. I'm watching a "how-to" for these chopsticks and my opponent's last ten fights while I listen with half an ear to his description of the multitude of benefits to his fencing style. 8 wins, 2 losses, three minor injuries, one fatality. All within the past 3 Msec.

He certainly warmed up once he started talking about fighting. "How long have you been at this, then?" I interrupt after gnawing through another mouthful of pasta.

"The better part of a gigasecond," he responds. Ahh. A wannabe, then. But I'm... out of practice is as good a phrase as any. His style does look more practical than sport, and he's probably a little faster than me. I'm nearly finished with my food. I have reach and strength, possibly foot speed as well, but my strikes require slashes rather than pokes. What kind of strategy should I adopt here?
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No. 197257 ID: c2c011

>>197243
Make sure he has to keep up the footwork, for more than just forward and backward, circle around him and try to get in slashes. Go for the swordhand if you can, if the sword has a basket hilt then go for the forearm behind it, if you can injure the tendons he's gonna be in trouble.

Also keep your legs defended, a good swordsman can hit the arteries there with a thrust and if that happens you're gonna be dead in seconds.

And use the fact that your sword is likely to be heavier to your advatage when you can. He's probably gonna be quite good at deflecting heavier blades but you might still get an oppurtunity.
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No. 197264 ID: 5a2e05

>>197243
I don't know much about swordplay, but in most sparring having more reach is a definite advantage. Keep him at a distance.
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No. 197266 ID: c4c313

Drop your sword GO FOR HIS THROAT

OMNOMNOM
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No. 197275 ID: c5296f

Eh, why not? Take him up on the offer. Point out that you need to go and back up first though since you have some weird issues that cropped up last time you exerted yourself though.
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No. 197278 ID: d6cb21

>>197275
Actually, we should probably do something about the overheating issue first before we have any swordfights.
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No. 197279 ID: 732129

The German school is a versatile school with powerful attacks; three basic strokes (over, middle, and under), advanced guard-breaking attacks, and a large host of guards designed to maximize the defender's advantage in forcing avenues of attack.

His school does not neglect hilt-work like many dueling schools do. It rewards strength, being designed to make full use of the heavy swords of the day. Like most practical schools it teaches grappling, so expect him to attempt a grapple as a follow-through to feinting at some point.

He will likely be good at guarding against heavy blades, don't expect to be able to rely on your new extra mass to carry the fight.
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No. 197380 ID: f202ec
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197380

"Rules?" I ask, as I finish my meal. Really, as the challenged I should be setting the rules here.

"No piste, no priority, no referees. Sport blades." Nothing I want to veto there. I nod, and after I make a quick adjustment through the saber's interface the edge blunts itself. A hit should leave nothing more than a welt and a small line of dye.

As long as this goes on less than 4-5 Ksec I don't expect any problems; I was intentionally overworking myself earlier. I don't plan on being out here all day, though I do expect I'll be working off some of that pasta. With our blades blunted, I don't foresee any problems - I'll just make a backup as soon as I'm done here.

We head back to the park and he raises his blade in salute. I respond in kind and lower myself into en garde, weight balanced on my front foot. He drops into line and moves to a high guard. I respond in seconde - low and to my left. We're about 2.5m apart, possibly within lunge range. I've decided that I can't trust my ability to simply beat his blade out of line and follow through - he's fast and has a strong defense. He'll try to close the distance, but his reactions may be hampered by fighting a left-handed opponent. It's time to think tactically. Shall I press the range advantage now with an offense, or force him to extend?
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No. 197384 ID: 4590c4

>>197380
Given the potential health risk, perhaps you should arrange for a time limit to the match, as well.
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No. 197387 ID: a594b9

>>197380
If you go on the offense now you will have your center of gravity too far forward and he'll use that against you.
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No. 197403 ID: 7309e8

If ya get tired of antics at some point, there's always the option of throwing the fight.
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No. 197418 ID: 8bdb6a

Lead off with a vicious attack instead of playing around with testing his guard. Put him on the defensive. With your reach advantage, he probably won't be able to affect a counterblow to end the fight.

>"The better part of a gigasecond," he responds. Ahh. A wannabe
What the heck is there to know about sword fighting that takes more than twenty years to learn?
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No. 197446 ID: 5a2e05

>>197418
I just noticed that, this dude's been at this for a good thirty years. I wonder how long it's been for Lyan?
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No. 197467 ID: 732129

>>197418

For masters it comes down to mastering muscle memory and keeping the cardiovascular system under good control during the fight. It really can take a lifetime of work to gain an advantage measurable in milliseconds.

Lyan's got his muscle-memory from his pre-wipe lifetime(s), but he's had a chance to adjust to his new body only a bit. Against someone without the same body of training and practice that should be a fair enough handicap.

>>197446

Most true blade masters achieved the title while they were in their sixties, and some even later in life. This is for men who had been training from their late teens. If Lyan's as good as they, then he's spent at least 1.5 gigaseconds doing this, or gotten the equivalent somehow. Probably he's spent even longer. This is a post-scarcity society, with mind recording and body customization, so it would tend to reward pastimes that were entertaining for other people to watch.
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No. 197495 ID: f202ec
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197495

I remember stepping into the assembler.

This... this is a virtuality. A low-grade one. I'm not sure how I got here. I try to pull a menu to get out and nothing happens.

I'm playing in someone else's playground. Someone that doesn't want me to leave.

The datapad was right.

I've been hacked.
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No. 197496 ID: f202ec
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197496

I'm not sure what to do here other than wait for the inevitable.

Wait, there's more. Vague memories. Fragments of something... a new body. Loneliness. Meeting someone - I can't remember who. No face to go with the body, no voice to go with the words.

Did it even happen? Where did this come from? Am I being tampered with?
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No. 197497 ID: f202ec
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197497

Something's happening. I can feel something digging through my brain. Against my will, I can feel my subroutines start to run. All of them. At once.

My simulated senses are being overwhelmed. I'm being buried alive under Petabytes of information each second. Vision becomes sound, noises become colors and flavors and the my thoughts are a kaliedoscopic scream. If I can feel anything, it's my consciousness beginning to unravel.
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No. 197498 ID: f202ec
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197498

Something is tearing my mind apart and I don't even know why.

-----

Lyan-406.705.840.197root analysis complete.

Terminating simulation.

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No. 197499 ID: f9f4d9

wake up.
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No. 197502 ID: c4c313

Dammit Lyan if you wake up and you're Ven, I'm leaving.
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No. 197505 ID: 6547ec

They did say that there was a simulation of him running. Hi, simulation. Can we go back to meatspace Lyan now?
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No. 197508 ID: 8bdb6a

On the bright side, gender is no longer your most confusing trait.
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No. 197515 ID: 5a2e05

Tripping balls.
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No. 197532 ID: c5296f

Now you see, this is exactly why I suggested the backup. You just have to assume EVERY situation is going to end with death or blacking out when you're in this sort of predicament and do your best to plan accordingly.
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No. 197829 ID: f202ec
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197829

All right, no lunge but a quick show of force to get a feel for his defense.

I bring my blade forward and thrust in sixte at his chest. He brings his blade around and the saber slides out of line. I see his weight shift to the back leg and drop the blade for a slash at his thigh. His blade drops low and catches mine - I don't have enough power after the feint to push him back. He completes half a step and I shift to my back foot to add a few more cm of distance while raising my saber back to prime - just in time to beat aside a thrust for my leg.

Hmm. He feints for my sword arm and but his body language is wrong. I whip the saber across for his head and he has no choice but to duck. He turns it into another quick half-step and I circle to his right while pulling back to a guard - risky, but it puts me back at a range I prefer. While I'm bringing my front foot across he slashes and I beat it back weakly and engage - keeping a gentle pressure against his sword with mine.

I think we're done poking around. I release the pressure, counter-time as he pauses, expecting a feint, and then lunges. My slash to his chest nearly catches him and he hastily knocks it low. I'm able to pressure more with a backswing to his leading leg which he binds with his hilt, forces low, and steps forward to corps-a-corps. Then with his free hand he strikes me in the solar plexus.
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No. 197830 ID: 5d84fb

punch him back with your bigger arms.
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No. 197833 ID: a594b9

Give him an elbow strike for his trouble. Knock him down so you can poke him with your sword for a clean 'kill'.
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No. 197835 ID: c5296f

Actually, is your sword on the inside there? Seems like you can get a nice kick in with your right leg and get your range back without much trouble. Or grab his arm if you'd rather keep your footing as is.
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No. 197838 ID: c2c011

>>197829
Headbutt him. Then step in closer and use your size advantage to knock him down and finish the fight.
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No. 197840 ID: c5296f

Not sure if a headbutt is the best idea between the crazy sturdy looking metal football head and Lyan's essential lack of a forehead.
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No. 197945 ID: f202ec
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197945

O-ho.

His blade is on the inside. He starts to bring it up glisé for a slash at my leg and I twist my saber to catch it along the hilt. It's hardly traditional, but it give me control for half a second to recover my breath. Too close for a kick, but I bring my right leg up and around for a knee to the chest. He stumbles from the blow but doesn't fall, but his sword is freed from my impromptu prise de fer. He's off balance, but so am I. Both our blades are way out of line on the outside - his too close for a thrust, and mine off-angle for slashing and on the outside. I have a split-second here.
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No. 197948 ID: 7630d5

Try and go for a punch to the head to throw him off balance some more, just long enough for you to get into a workable position with your blade.
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No. 197950 ID: c4c313

I know absolutely nothing about fencing or France. Why am I even posting here what the fuck.
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No. 197954 ID: 8bdb6a

Grab his weapon arm before he slashes you in the cuntdick.
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No. 197964 ID: c5296f

>>197954

A- Not something you have to worry about in a friendly spar. B- Left handed vs. right handed=the angles don't work for that to be possible.

Punch to the face seems to be the best option.
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No. 197976 ID: 1dedf5

Since you've got your leg raised already, slam your foot down onto his instep.
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No. 197982 ID: 710b93

Keep getting more and more unbalanced with him until you both fall over, and turn this bit of swordfighting into an entirely DIFFERENT kind of 'swordfighting', if ya know what I mean. Toothy smile almost required.

(But seriously, punch and stomp at the same time)
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No. 197987 ID: 373dd7

face punch!
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No. 198041 ID: 0b2a05

Pivot, whip your sword to hit his center back as fast as you can, try at least for a tie. If you can, kick his sword arm back.

Also you must bear hug him after this.
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No. 198125 ID: c2c011

>>197945
Headbutt, or possibly a headbite. He should have to surrender if he feels your teeth on his skull.

Or just go for the punch to the face and maybe try to make him trip over one of your legs.
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No. 198139 ID: f202ec
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198139

As he steps back to recover I stomp his foot, then follow with a hook that rocks his head back. As I strike I feel a gentle pressure just beneath my ribs. I look down and his blade has drawn a thin red line across my stomach while he stumbled back.

I release the pressure on his instep and he rubs the side of his head. "I'm willing to call that touch a double, but do not forget that we are here to swordfight. Don't let yourself be distracted. If this were not a bout you would be dead." Pompous jerk. He steps back and raises his blade. "Again?" I scowl, nod, and stand en garde.

-----

We spar for a kilosec, perhaps slightly longer. After a few early losses I hit my stride and begin to win the majority of our matches. Alas, the opportunity never arises to grapple Jerich - after our first melee he is more reluctant to close with me. When we stop he is striped with neon green and I have a number of red blotches and lines marring my fur over major arteries. We part on friendly terms, and he offers his aid if I wish to practice further to improve my technique - his words, not mine.

My to-do list keeps growing, but at least I can clear a few chores off of it. First things first - time to head to an assembler, make a backup, make those morphology tweaks, and acquire some ranged deterrents. Possibly some micro-grenades? SAFE grenades, of course. Flashbangs? Sticky webbing? High-voltage current? Wouldn't mind a throwing knife as well. Anything else?
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No. 198143 ID: c2c011

>>198139
Make it sticky webbing with high voltage current running through them. And see if you can't make that knife contain a nice suprise, like if you cut deep enough with it it will release a deadly dose of arsenic into the bloodstream.
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No. 198159 ID: 0b2a05

>>198143
Not arsenic, but a paralysis agent. This is the future, you can cure that right? If someone's gonna attack you, you're almost definitely going to need to interrogate them. Now you should see about meeting with Sal again, in anonymous mode if you're worried about people attacking them.
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No. 198174 ID: a594b9

>>198139
Check with the Center and find out if they've figured out how you died.
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No. 198201 ID: c2c011

>>198159
The grenades and the stun gun would be for non lethal takedowns. If we're gonna throw knives at someone I assume the intent would be to kill them, which is why it would be good to have them deliver a dose of arsenic that would kill an elephant. But I guess we could do both. Just make sure that the hilts feel very different so there is little chance of a mix up with them.
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No. 198846 ID: f202ec
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198846

Unpleasant surprise when I head back to the assembler. After it takes me apart and puts me back together - cleaned from the mess of my earlier duel - I'm notified that my backup and redesign are "pending approval." I double check and... not enough teeth, still too much insulating fur. For the love of... I have rights, and they're being trampled in the name of my own protection! Locked out of my own brain, can't access the Network without outside assistance, frozen in one shape, unable to backup - I may as well be living pre-Acceleration.

I can feel my blood boiling and I can't do anything about it myself - I can't just dial down my heart rate and increase my seratonin levels. When it happens ANYWAY - red flags triggered on some autonomous function at the Lethe Center, no doubt - I can't even get angry about THAT. It won't let me.

Instead, I focus on what I can get done. I dump some of my sketches from the interface into the fabricator; it chugs for a bit under 100s and then produces my requests. A pair of throwing blades edged with aggressive nano - I can't guarantee they'll be universal but they'll try their hardest to turn someone's brain off until their battery runs dry. Likewise, a trio of small bombs to hopefully incapacitate with a combination of current and goo. One small tazer-like device, 15m effective range, also suitable for melee in a pinch. It's all single-target stuff, so I put together one small device that might work to disorient or disable a small group. It won't be much good against, say, millimeter radar but it should knock out vision and hearing for a while. All civilian-grade junk, possibly better than nothing. Pair of garters to wear them hidden to a casual examination under my kilt. Wish I could put together an EMP but I'm already treading extremely close to contraband.

Time to sit down, put together a to-do list, and start checking off items.
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No. 198853 ID: f202ec
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198853

First, I want to know what's happening with my head. Make that NEED to know. I open a link to the Lethe Center.

"Greetings, Lyan-406.705.840.197root. Our monitors recently registered changes in your neurological state. Are you in distress?"

"Of course I'm distressed. I just died of mysterious causes. What's going on?" Being able to be angry right now might not help, but it would probably make me feel better.

"The immediate cause was an irregularity in the hardware interfaces of your cortex. Analysis is approaching 70% completion. Please rest assured that we are devoting a significant fraction of our available cycles to the problem. All available state vectors shows signs of corruption. There have been additional changes made in your most recent backup that cannot be accounted for in our simulations, but we are working to isolate a delta."

"I... all of them? Is there a fix?"

"Remediation therapies are being researched. This is not a problem we have previously encountered. We are hopeful that we will have results within the next 40 kiloseconds."

I feel strangely calm. Inside of me something wants to scream and flail, but it's buried beneath the surface of a frozen lake. I'm not sure if I'm being tampered with again. "Thank you." I disconnect. Time to take a second hard look at that tracking data.

I still can't see anything strange about the second set. It looks like it heads right out of the assembler to the Lethe Center by the shortest route, pauses for a few ksec in various locations, moves somewhere where it stops for several days, and then ended up in my room. I pull up the video feed from my erasure request. The times match up perfectly.

For the third set, I focus first on the endpoints. There's something strange with the last data segment. I ask for a kinesthetic simulation and get a surprise. It looks like the blade was PLACED inside an assembler. I WAS covering my tracks intentionally! I track it back to the other endpoint and...

...wait, what? This line tracks nearly straight down for roughly a kilometer, and then... what? Roughly 0.4Msec of deceleration at approximately 0.028G, and an equivalent amount of acceleration on the other side. That's... nearly 35 million km. The only possible conclusion... this thing was in space for nearly a Msec? Why? How? No one does that! You simply transfer to an assembler in the habitat you want to travel to.

...I think I want to talk to Sal. Maybe anonymously.
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No. 198858 ID: c5296f

Not a bad idea that. It's definitely a good idea to find where you can actually physically transport yourself away from this assembler, hopefully to one that isn't compromised and can get you out of this whole self-destructing body mess. If the whole vehicle concept is more or less ancient history though, to the degree it turns out Sal is the only one who has one, he becomes way less trustworthy.
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No. 198865 ID: f202ec

You don't have DIRECT control of Lyan, but I'm still trying to have him follow player suggestions. If you don't provide any additional details beyond "talk to Sal" the results may not be what you expected?
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No. 198877 ID: a594b9

>>198865
OK FINE

Contact Sal anonymously. Don't give out any information during the conversation that would reveal to a third party who you are, and be sure to warn Sal not to use your name. Arrange for a private meeting spot, let Sal pick a place and time. We are trying to contact him in order to find out more about the Center, since your previous identity seemed to want to avoid using its services.
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No. 198884 ID: c5296f

Find out if he knows anything about physically getting away from here too.
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No. 198895 ID: 732129

>>198884

Check which ships arrived when the blade did. That's probably public information.
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No. 199010 ID: 7630d5

Check to see if there even are still ships that run from habitat to habitat. Tech like that is pre- accelerator. If there are/were any, they'd be pretty rare.
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No. 199016 ID: 732129

>>199010

My guess is that there will always be some eccentrics who run around in ships because they like to.
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No. 199017 ID: c4c313

Ships that span the gaps between systems would have to be multigenerational... it would be too expensive to accelerate enough that you shortened the trip to a reasonable amount of time. Then again, colonies built from asteroid belts would also be too expensive... maybe I'm living in the last millenium or two.

It'd be orders of magnitude cheaper to completely convert something into energy, use whatever lossy compression you can trust not to lose the relevant information, and just immediately beam it at the speed of light whereever it was supposed to go, then reconstruct it with energy available there. That's why the Von Neumann probes.

That said, I'm sure each system has many separate liveable planets or planetoids, and yeah you'd probably have lots of ships going to and fro from that.

We need to find out what kind of error correctino these universal machines use. It's true that everything comes to a halt eventually, but as long as you have a star to feed from you can run genetic algorithms to actually reverse the local entropy of your current state. So as long as the star is burning the risk of a complete system failure should be monumentally small.

If shit hits the fan, we do want to be in a ship, even a ship just for transport between planetoids. We want to be in a ship with good shielding and its fabbers shut off. Once the fire burns itself out, whatever crazy thing that's taking down the system, we and any other survivors can start trying to recover the leftovers and make clean copies of the universal machines. Presumably anyone with a corrupt fabber won't survive, so that's what I mean by a genetic algorithm. The survivors will necessarily be uncompromised.
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No. 199021 ID: f202ec
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199021

One more thing to look into. Blade doesn't track time in an absolute sense, which is also problematic. But assuming that there's not a significant time gap between data sets two and three there's... nothing. No arrivals, manned, robot, or otherwise. I'm not even sure this habitat has anything approaching a dock. Great. Another mystery to add to the heap. Or stack. Maybe it's a queue. Heh.

I drop back into anonymous mode and fire off a request to Sal. Nearly instantly a radio link opens.

[Lyan! Good to hear from you. How are you feeling?]

Gah! Sure, this is anonymous, but impossible things have been happening to me at the rate of about one every 10 kiloseconds since I woke up yesterday.

"Been better. Paranoid."

[Hold on a second. I'm outside.]

"Outside?"

[There you go. Getting visual now?] A projection pops into place. Sal appears to be standing somewhere in a starry void. [Outside.] It gestures with one arm to encompass the scenery. [Where are you at?]

I feel like control of the conversation is rapidly slipping away from me. "Why are you outside, Sal?"

[Me and some of the other vacuum rats are setting up a party. Nearly done growing the pavillion. Want to join?]

"Is there somewhere private we could meet? I had some questions I hoped you could answer. About the Lethe Center, and... well, things are just weird. Is there any way out of here that doesn't go through an assembler?"

Sal pauses, and when it starts talking again most of the levity has drained from its voice. [Lyan, what have you gotten yourself into? I want to say you just need to take your mind off things for a little while and relax, but... just how serious is this? If you want privacy, well, hard vacuum is a pretty good start. Why don't you come?]
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No. 199023 ID: 090a78

>>199017
wut? no, everyone is now effectively immortal, pretty sure several thousand years of age is easy.
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No. 199025 ID: 090a78

well, last you checked you aren't built for that.
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No. 199026 ID: 7630d5

Go find the nearest fabricator and whip up a sergal spacesuit. it's not every day you get to party on the surface of a giant habitat. That, and you'd be able to talk to him about recent events in a decent amount of privacy.
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No. 199027 ID: a594b9

>>199021
Sounds good, if we can get a suit that works for spacewalk. The suit will probably need cooling too.
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No. 199028 ID: 732129

Sal's got a point. Suit up and meet him. You can use helmet to helmet to talk, if you're worried about the security of your suit comms.
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No. 199030 ID: 732129

>>199027

Plus helmet to helmet is very secure. More secure than a tight-beam laser communication link, even.
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No. 199101 ID: 57b4a3

i got it! someone launched the sword out of a gun! it then traveled a fuck ton of time and then landed here.
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No. 199103 ID: 8bdb6a

Go to the party. Try and act all impressive and aloof, but feel awkward because everyone's vacuum proof except you. Eventually confide to a random guest your growing sense of confusion, impotence and frustration at the ontological nightmare that constitutes your current life.
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No. 199107 ID: c4c313

>>199101

A gun that shoots swords.

brilliant
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No. 199338 ID: 732129

>>199101

If that were the case there would have been a big jolt of acceleration at the start of the 35 Gm trip, and then another at the end, and no acceleration in between.
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No. 199352 ID: 5a2e05

>>199107
Boring. Now, guns that shoot swords that shoot guns... That's where it's at.
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No. 199364 ID: c4c313
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199364

>>199352
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No. 200966 ID: f202ec
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200966

I sigh. "All right. But..."

[But what?]

"I'm not going to be the only one in a suit there, am I?"

[You're worried about THAT? Lyan, you crack me up sometimes. There's going to be other guests. You'll be fine.] Ok, it's nice to know I won't stand out too much then.

"So how exactly do I get there?"

[You've on a heads-up, right? Hold on, I'll dump a guide for you.] A moment later a blue spark appears in the corner of my vision. [It's a bit off the beaten path. You'll need to get going soon, since it's a klick straight down and there aren't many straight paths.]

We exchange a few more pleasantries before disconnecting, then I fabricate a suit - at a different assembler, just in case - on the way. It's a spherical glob of about 2 kilos of smart matter, slightly larger than my fist, colored to match my fur. Putting it on is simple but not entirely pleasant - as I press it to my chest it wakes up and begins to slither across my body, extruding elastic cables across my limbs and then flowing between the gaps. When it's done I'm covered from neck to toes in a skintight elastic suit. I look down... really skinsight. I'm not really body-shy, but I think I'll put the kilt back on. Hope I won't offend anyone there by wearing my sword and other accoutrements.

Well. I didn't know you could get this far from civilization inside of a habitat. I assume from the multitude of warning signs saying "Surface Access" that this would be the surface access.
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No. 200969 ID: f202ec
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200969

Exiting to the surface is a bit like shoving through a few decimeters of pudding. I stick my head out and find Sal hanging out next to the access. It taps me on the helmet, and I open up communications. [Here, be careful. Swing out and get your feet on the surface. The surface out here has been programmed not to let you fling yourself into space. One of these days someone might bother inventing artificial gravity, but until then we're stuck with rotating these things. Oh, and we're at a party... you might want to drop out of privacy mode.] Whoops.

I flip out, make contact, and get my balance as I fall toward vertical. It's... disorienting. The surface grips my feet securely, but that steady pressure is all that keeps me from falling upward toward infinity. I take a moment to get my bearings, close my eyes, and mentally flip my frame of reference. I open them again and take a step, feel the surface stretch like taffy then release, re-gripping my foot when it comes back into contact with the surface. Perfectly safe.

Then Sal does that static-y burst that's its radio-equivalent of clearing its throat. [Lyan...] it starts, snickers slightly, then continues. [Your, ah, weapons are showing.] It points down.

"Ack!" I grab at my kilt, currently floating around the bottom of my ribcage, and pull it down into position.

[And really, now... grenades? Just what kind of party were you expecting?] ...I'm pretty sure it wasn't talking about explosives a moment ago.

[Come on. You can mod those to shorts or whatever if you really feel the need, and the party hall has areas with normal grav. Most of the bowers... well.] It heads across the surface towards the lighted structure.

Do I want to see the sights first, or get straight to what I came here for?
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No. 200972 ID: d6cb21

>>200969
I suppose you can enjoy yourself for a bit.
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No. 200977 ID: a594b9

Aw jeez. Fix your clothes, and see the sights.
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No. 200980 ID: a594b9

>>200969
...how did Sal drink its coffee when you were in the cafe? Did you see how it did it?
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No. 200983 ID: 7630d5

Hey, it's a party. On the outside of a habitat. In space. Just take a while to relax and enjoy yourself. Chat up with some of the guests, have a drink or whatever.
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No. 200984 ID: 00160c

hopefully he also thinks you only got one set of equipment not both.

walk and talk.
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No. 201190 ID: 8bdb6a

See the sights. Trying to get to the bottom of this has been fruitless, depressing, and lethal so far.
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No. 201364 ID: c2c011

>>200969
See the sights. After all you're standing around on the outside of a human habitat in another star system and you have a very light and small vacum suit. Stuff like that was mankinds dream for a very long time in the far past. Might not really be something special nowdays but the view should still be quite amazing.
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No. 201436 ID: 732129

>>200980

That is a trivial problem to solve with smart morphic materials.
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No. 201521 ID: a594b9

>>200984
Sal knows. They took a look inside Lyan's medicals before.
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No. 201533 ID: d6cb21

>>201521
I dont see why Sal would care what gender Lyan was. After all, there has to be A TON of stranger things than a hermaphrodite out there.
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No. 201536 ID: a594b9

>>201533
Considering Sal chose a neuter body, they probably do not, in fact, care.
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No. 201668 ID: f202ec
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I take a moment to reprogram my clothes, and then spend some time learning how difficult it is to move quickly across the surface while I try to catch up with Sal. For just a few seconds, fighting the tarry grip of the ground against my feet, all the frustrations of the past day all come flooding back. I don't feel any closer to answers. All I have to show for my work is more questions and an unexplained death. I'm not sure I can keep doing this.

Outside, several people dance in suits - or skins - studded with luminescence in shifting abstract patterns. Overhead, more glowing vacuum-suited dancers fly above the pavilion at the ends of shining tethers. I'm starting to feel underdressed in my drab blue suit. The structure itself is composed of twisting spires, archways, and buttresses of gleaming crystal lit from within, rooted in the walls of the habitat. The final effect is somewhere between an ice sculpture and the work of some patient glassblower.

Sal is waiting for me as I approach, and surprises me by taking my arm. [I kind of liked the other outfit,] it sends. I'm not entirely sure how to take that, so we proceed in silence through a translucent wall and into atmosphere. I can feel the music vibrating in my bones even before the cowl retracts and I'm forced to fold back my ears. The interior is... it's something else. The floor and ceiling both boast groups of partygoers, and as I look up toward the distant roof I see a pool suspended, upside-down, in the cupola. A fountain shoots at least 30 meters between a pair of helical staircases before falling back upward to splash among the swimmers. Just this once, I thank my previous self for erasing my memories - I've never seen anything like this. It's amazing. I can feel my dark mood start to lift.

"Do you people do this often?" I ask in a low voice.

[We try to manage something every few megaseconds. I think they put a little extra work into this one. Going for a "retro" feel, I think.] Sal pauses and looks around. [Well, dance floor's open. If you'd rather I show you around, got a few friends upstairs that are probably altering their chemistry. Chill, talk, whatever... what do you want, Lyan?]
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No. 201672 ID: 40cb26

>>201668
You aren't going to relax until you get things off your chest, so get it over with.
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No. 201683 ID: c4c313

Dance like it's 50Gs ago!
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No. 201705 ID: c5296f

Better- Get yourself one of those tethers and do some free-fall dancing. Looks like fun, and you don't have to worry about accidentally jumping and floating off.
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No. 201745 ID: 7630d5

Ask Sal if you might have it's hand in a dance. Better yet, tether dancing. Just relax for a while and enjoy the sights on the way.
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No. 201754 ID: a594b9

Step out into vacuum briefly and talk to Sal so we can get it over with before you start dancing.
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No. 201759 ID: c5296f

My understanding was we're already in vacuum, and dancing is a good cover for talking about important things.
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No. 201772 ID: f202ec
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I take a moment to look up at the crowds. "How about... outside?"

[Have something in particular in mind?] Sal tilts its head to look at me strangely.

"...where exactly do we get one of those tethers?"

---

This isn't quite flying, nor is it free-fall, but it's close. Suspended at the end of several hundred meters of cable... the glowing crystal dome hangs above our heads, and below our feet there's only stars. The tether responds to a thought - allowing us to dive, swoop, and soar. We spiral around one other with our reaction packs, slowly circling inward until we find each other at arm's reach, the universe revolving slowly around us.

I reach out and take its hand and pull it close. With the other I fly through interfaces to disable my suit's communicator and anonymize myself again.

[Lyan, what are you doing?] Sal starts when I press my helmet against its head.

"I told you I was feeling paranoid. I don't think we can get any more secure than this. Just please, let me explain." Sal nods, and I begin to explain all the things I've been piecing together - my missing memory, the datapad, the hack, crashing out during my dream. I tell it about the Lethe Center examining of my state vector, the mysterious data on the sword, being locked away from my implants and unable to make a backup. Sal remains silent as I speculate about the sword's trip through space, why I could be hiding so much from myself, my apparent hesitation to create new backups, whether the trip to Lethe was really my own idea. Whether I actually died, and how it might have happened. Whether I'm nothing more than a spare copy.

It takes nearly a kilosecond, and at the end of my story I feel completely drained - resting my helmet against Sal as much for support as for communication. Sal gazes silently past me at the stars. It turns its head and stares at me for a long moment, as if seeing me for the first time, before finally breaking the silence with what passes for one of its sighs. [I'm sorry, Lyan. I truly am. But you can't do anything right NOW, can you?] I shake my head, slightly confused. [You're waiting on the Center, and until it finishes you can't accomplish anything. Let's do what we came here for and party.]

Well, I feel slightly better. I hope I did the right thing. Stay out here a bit longer, or head back under pressure to the main party?
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No. 201776 ID: f202ec
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201776

(Music for a dance in space)
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No. 201778 ID: 701a19

>>201772
Join the party. Enjoy yourself.
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No. 201781 ID: d560d6

>>201772
>With the other I fly through interfaces to disable my suit's communicator and anonymize myself again.

Since you and Sal are apparently the only ones going up/down/out/whatever into that area, and you were non-anon before, it's trivial to work out who is inside that supposedly-ambiguous cube. All you've done now is give people a reason to think about this. Would you like a "Witness Protection Act" T-shirt while you're at it?
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No. 201786 ID: b6f69e

>>201778
relax for a bit
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No. 201787 ID: c2c011

>>201772
Join the party, check out the pool and maybe get a few drinks.
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No. 201832 ID: c4c313

>>201781

I assume anonymity mode has other protections against surveillance besides just turning you into a cube, such as preventing communication logging etc.

And yes you should have told Sal everything. You can relax there. That way even if you get scrambled, he might be able to survive himself or even help others. Communication of danger is always helpful. It's communication of what is supposedly safe that gets dangerous. That's not to say you should trust Sal. He might be inviting you into a trap after all. But if so he already knows this stuff already and you lose nothing in telling him.

Tell him to go ahead and you'll catch up in a bit. You just got wiped after all so this space tether is a novel experience you want to spend some time enjoying.
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No. 203932 ID: f202ec
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203932

I tap foreheads again. "Thanks for listening, Sal."

[...don't worry about it. Want to go meet some of the gang?]

"Actually, I'm having fun out here. Maybe just another kilosec or two. You want to go on ahead?"

[What? Trying to get rid of me?] Sal says it without malice, but grabs me and shoves me back into another long, looping spiral. A few moments later, it begins to broadcast some ancient melody across the link... an old-fashioned waltz, I think, with strings and woodwinds.

As we spin through the void, I have a few moments to think to myself. I don't really have any justification for my nervousness about talking with Sal while I'm anonymous. There's no way anyone running the Network protocols could possibly tap into our conversation. No spies watching here that noticed my brief blip at the end of a half-kilometer tether. I'm just being paranoid. But there's still just a tiny seed of lingering doubt.

When we head back into the party the laser lights from earlier have morphed into abstract holographs spinning through the air, colliding and merging overhead. Once more the music pounds through my ribs the moment we pass through the barrier into atmosphere. Sal pauses a moment, then grabs my arm and drags me through a crowd of dancers.

On the... ceiling... Sal and I flip around to normal gravity and we end up as guests as a table. [Lyan, allow me to introduce a few friends. The fellow in blue there is currently going by Szen.] He raises a mug in greeting. His suit or skin is studded with glowing dots that seem to react to the music. [And our young lady here is Mika. She's an honorary Vacuum Rat.]

Mika is a slender woman with serpentine head, slender tail, a suit that matches the color of her skin; she's surrounded by a swarm of translucent butterflies. She's currently glaring into a cup she has tilted up to one eye. "Bloody things, thought I programmed 'em not to get into things. Guess that's another projector down." She lifts her head to look at me and it becomes apparent that she's covered with tiny emerald scales. "A pleasure." She takes a sip through her straw.
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No. 203933 ID: f202ec
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203933

[Lyan here's just out of the Lethe, so take it easy on him.]

"You're pretty fresh yourself, Sal," comments Szen. "How long's it been? 10 Megs? Maybe 12?"

[Err, something like that.] Huh. Sal didn't mention that before. [It's not like I wiped or anything. Just swept away the dust and cobwebs, more like.]

"Could have fooled me," he responds. They continue to banter back and forth as I watch. Mika offers a pointed comment from time to time, but I'm being mostly ignored. One of her wandering butterflies settles onto my hand, as insubstantial as a soap bubble. I bring it closer and the illusionary wings tremble, as though to take off. It's fractal - a Julia set, I think. I wonder for a moment whether the edges of the wings have an infinite perimeter.

I look around for a moment. I'm the blandest-looking person here aside from Sal. It may not care, but I feel a bit out of place. Hmm. My suit has chromatophores. I can do this. Let's see... something I can rig up in a few hundred seconds. Aha - how about a 4d Conway's Life sim with a morphing projection matrix? Less than 200s later my suit lights up like the dance floor below, and across the table eyebrows raise.

[Oho! The peacock displays his mating plumage!]

I quickly dial down the intensity. "Just felt a little underdressed."

[Speaking of underdressed, you forgot your pants. Here.] A chunk of code gets tossed at my interface. I give it a quick peek, expecting polka dots or hearts or something, but it looks like it's just a quick interface between my suit and (ex-)kilt with a blur and desaturation filter applied. I transfer the patch and my pants immediately shift to match my suit. Much better.

"Thanks, Sal."

[So Lyan... you went through a full wipe. Don't remember anything at all, right?]

"Maybe some fragments of childhood. Nothing worth talking about. Why?"

[...don't even remember your first kiss?]

Umm...

[..and you just got a brand-new body,] Sal continues. Where exactly is it going with this?

[So, does that mean you're a viiiirgin~?]

"What?!"

What.
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No. 203938 ID: e973f4

>>203933
It's probably joking, given the context and its knowledge of your demeanor. Trying to distract you from your paranoia.

But, if it's not joking (and I can't believe I'm saying this)... would it really be so bad to take it up on its offer? I mean, you're still stuck waiting for those results or whatever either way, right? :V
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No. 203940 ID: 701a19

>>203933
Yep.
Your body is virgin, and you have no memories of sex. That's about as virgin as you get.
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No. 203943 ID: 0b2a05

You know, it's a tricky question. I don't think you're fully either way.

...Anyway they are either teasing you or want to get in your tight latex spray on space suit. Answer something like uhh... "It does if you want it to~"

Tilde mandatory
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No. 203944 ID: 1e9d01

>>203933
Play it cool, Lyan. Flirt on back. Say something like "Why, did you want to do something about it?"
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No. 203965 ID: c4c313

No Lyan it's a trap! wait... wait, no you're a trap.

Proceed. :3c
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No. 203971 ID: 8d18ba

"i suppose technically that would be true. why, you trying to change that?"
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No. 203988 ID: 8bdb6a

Say yeah, you're a virgin, but an experienced one. Point out that if they could see under your kilt, maybe you don't need to feel like the least exotic guy-slash-lady here.

Set up Gosper glider guns aimed at Sal.
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No. 204078 ID: c2c011

>>203933
Huh, guess it actually does. Atleast with that body and this mind. But don't let that bother you. Just stay calm and tell them that you hadn't really thought about those things, there seemed to be a couple of other things that had a more immediate priority.
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No. 204106 ID: 8b6eae

>>203933
Oh my. Looks like somebody is showing so interest in you, Lyan....
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No. 204133 ID: d560d6

>>204106
After the oxytocin comment a death or so ago, Sal's probably quite aware that Lyan was curiously experimenting with their new anatomy post-Sergalification. It shouldn't be surprising that a post-scarcity liberalist paradise where you can switch identities like sockpuppet accounts and experiment with basically anything at very little permanent risk also follows the philosophy of free love. (By the gods, what must their DRUGS be like?)

Frankly, I'm more curious as to---if it's even a sincere come-on---what exactly Sal would do, since their avatar is apparently as smooth as indistinct as a Ken Doll.

Anyway. You still have thermal problems, so it's probably to avoid strenuous physical exertion.
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No. 204134 ID: 732129

It takes tens of kiloseconds of strenuous activity for heat to be a problem in reasonable ambient temperatures for Lyan, doesn't it?
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No. 204172 ID: af4fba

So wait, WHO exactly is saying the come-on to Lyan? Is it Sal, or one of Sal's friends? Cause if it's Sal then I dont see why not.
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No. 204179 ID: e973f4

>>204172
It's definitely Sal. No one else [talks like this.]
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No. 204198 ID: 620bfb

Technically, I suppose. Though this would be quite odd. Sal doesn't appear to have a gender and Lyan is both. Maybe that makes it even out.
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No. 204209 ID: d6cb21

Oh ho! Lucky Lyan, looks like your friend wants to get to know you better...
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No. 204210 ID: d560d6

>>204134

You're betting against the stamina of a NORTHERN SERGAL?
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No. 204213 ID: d6cb21

>>204209
Or maybe it's interested in you for reasons other than intercourse, but hey, who better than your best friend, right Lyan?
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No. 204214 ID: d6cb21

>>204210
Any experiance with Lyan is bound to be interesting, what with sergals being made for RAEP. Not to mention the extra equipment.
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No. 204388 ID: 6547ec

"You know, Sal seems to pay more attention to my equipment than I do, and would obviously know more about the subject."
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No. 204400 ID: d6cb21

>>204388
this, say this
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No. 204425 ID: 9d05d7

>>204388
That seems like a pretty harsh thing to say to someone who was only flirting in public, probably jokingly, at that. Don't be mean to Sal~
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No. 204429 ID: e973f4

>>204388
Man that's not even in the correct narrative mode. :V
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No. 204431 ID: ad7ce3

>>204400
No don't.
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No. 204433 ID: 8bdb6a

Do be nice.
Also, Mika is the obvious target for your naive yet rugged charm.
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No. 204486 ID: f202ec
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204486

I think fast. "Maaaybe, technically. If you want it to~. ...but I didn't erase any skills, you know."

I realize Sal is tilting its head to study me as I tilt my head to look at it. It turns away and takes a long drink while it speaks. [Skilled, hmm? Is this the secret of your past life?]

"Could be. So were you wanting to do something about it?" I try a leer, but I'm not sure I'm doing it right. Don't think my face is really built for it.

[All those hormones bouncing around must have scrambled your brain. Can't a nonsex express a philosophical question without you interpreting it as a come-on?]

Hrmph. Fine, if that's how it's playing. "...so what exactly have you been doing since your last wipe? I thought you were interested on a more personal level; that's not the reason you're in white?"

Sal stands up. [Just because I'm less than 10% bio doesn't mean I don't have feelings, Lyan. If you'll excuse me.]

Mika looks at me from through a cloud of butterflies. "Smoooth."

"Don't worry," Szen adds. "Sal's just like that. Plus, their drink was empty. They'll be back."

Murphy.
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No. 204489 ID: e16f8b

it's ack... wah? god dammit so hard to understand.
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No. 204491 ID: c4c313

Your tongue is incredible. It should slip out the tip of your oversized face, and you should sinuate it provocatively. That's how to leer properly as a sergal. Speaking of which, is your nose getting longer? What the freak, man? Woman. Thing.

Don't take it too harshly. Sal was obviously being provocative; it's nothing to be embarassed about anyway. Ask Szen if Sal has more than one person in his head, or is Szen just avoiding the use of the word 'it'?
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No. 204506 ID: c2c011

>>204486
Hmmm, not the smoothest thing you could have done. Still, shouldn't have caused any lasting damage and you can always blame it on raging hormones due to the double genders.

Anyway, here is you chance to learn more about Sal. Ask Szen how long she has known it and what the dude does for fun.
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No. 204510 ID: 6547ec

Did Sal seriously just use the term "viiiirgin~", complete with four eyes, and then get all surprised when we interpreted it as a come-on? I'm not sure I like it any more.

That being said, start digging for info, and seconding asking about the apparent plurality of Sal.
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No. 204522 ID: d560d6

>>204491
>>204510
Guys, there's precedent for using "they" as a gender-neutral singular pronoun: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gender-neutral_pronoun#Singular_.22they.22
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No. 204563 ID: abf8e8

Okay, what just happened? Ask Sal's friends what just happened. We just thought he was making a come-on, is all. We didnt mean to insult him (which it seems like we did). Also, "they"? Clearly there is something about Sal we have obviously missed. This situation must be rectified, post haste.
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No. 204601 ID: a594b9

There are several things that could have been what we did wrong here. Here's a couple of situations that I can think of:

One, Sal wasn't meaning to be flirtatious and was just teasing Lyan. Thus when we reacted as if they were flirting, Sal got annoyed over how we were disregarding their nongendered status. Then we made a crude joke about wearing white (which I don't really get, but whatever) which only pissed them off.

Two, Sal WAS being flirtatious but got uncomfortable when we reacted too strongly, and wanted to stop... but that doesn't seem to fit.

Three, Sal was being completely serious but phrasing it in a way to make it look like a joke, because the subject of sex is a little touchy for them. It's a defensive mechanism to keep from having to deal seriously with the subject, so when we switched from nonserious joking to serious about that particular part of the conversation, that last comment was too much. This seems to fit rather well.

I would like to note here that Sal gave us a very nice hint here; that was probably what they were getting at. Our memories are erased, but the skills remain... so we should try to figure out what skills we have. What exactly can you DO, Lyan?

I wonder if Sal made this big fuss in order to distract the others from the hint they gave us? I'm sure they understand at this point that your past-life issues should be kept private, but Sal wants to help anyway.

Let's not chase after Sal; we'll look clingy and that might even piss them off even more (if they are pissed off). Cautiously ask if he's touchy about flirting or if there was something else you did wrong.
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No. 204624 ID: c5296f

This looks like a job for... changing the subject! Szen there hasn't had much input here, ask him what he does when he isn't partying in vacuum?
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No. 204630 ID: e973f4

>>204486
I have no idea what that "in white" comment means. Any chance you could clarify?

As far as what to do now, I'd say that if Sal's friend is right, they ought to be back, and you can try to sort things out in a moment. (Although without knowing the meaning of what you said it's somewhat difficult to figure out how to apologize for it. :O)

If they stay gone for a while, then you might need to be more proactive. It won't do to have the one guy who's been helpful to you so far to be bitter or whatever. :O
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No. 204976 ID: 9d05d7

Don't worry, Sal will be back. In the meantime, you could always try and find more about Szen and Mika. It's obvious they've known each other for a long time now, so it couldn't hurt to ask about how they met, or what kind of stuff they do in their spare time.

Like asking Mika about all of the fractal butterflies, for example.
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No. 205035 ID: 6547ec

>>204522
Damn, and I was hoping it was some sort of reverse-royalty thing, where everyone had to refer to Sal in the Royal We.
Fine, but try to find out anything you can about the apparently-single Sal. Especially regarding a recent wipe.
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No. 205136 ID: f202ec
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"You sure?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Yes," Mika agrees.

[No.]

"No eavesdropping when you've stormed off in a huff, Sal!" he announces loudly, then turns to me. "Sal started it, after telling us to take it easy on you. They're just annoyed that you were winning the argument, I think."

"...which is not to say that wasn't a dumb comment, Lyan," adds Mika. "I mean, really? Making cracks about a neuter being a virgin?"

"Hey, Sal started it..." I start, but Mika just glares. "All right. Dumb move. Um... Sal WAS coming onto me?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

[Maaaybe~]

"...and Sal's not some kind of hive-mind or multiple personality or something, right?"

[Hrmph.]

Mika and Szen glance at each other for a moment and then stare at me blankly. "Yes... join us... we are happy in the collective..." Then Mika cracks a smile and they both start laughing.
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No. 205137 ID: f202ec
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I glance around, but Sal is still nowhere to be seen among the crowd. "Ok, so what do you two do when you're not on the surface partying?"

"This life? Architect," Szen answers. I look at our surroundings. "No, virtual spaces mostly. I mean, there are still limits to what you can do in the real world. Designed a few freefall structures - I enjoy the challenge of nonoriented spaces. Still getting royalties from my work on a few popular virtualities from a few Gsecs ago, but I guess the names wouldn't mean anything to you? Been mostly drifting since then. But I've actually been outside, unlike most people, so I just naturally fell in with this crowd."

"Huh. Mika?"

"Hey, no fair getting our bios when you can't reciprocate. I want something juicy." Well, there's mysteries but I'm not sure how far I want to spread the info around. I shrug. "Ok, fine. Compared to you lot I'm pretty fresh."

[Just a hatchling] Sal chips in from wherever it's hiding.

"Very funny. Recently emancipated in the past few hundred Megs. Never wiped, not rich and famous like SOME people..." Szen appears to study the dancers on the ceiling intently for a moment. "...I was raised neuter, and I'm still figuring out what gender I am!"

"Well, you wear it well," I offer. "Very," I search for a word, "...graceful."

She ducks her head for a moment. Embarrassed? I can't quite tell if she's blushing. "Um, thanks. Anyway, everyone tells me it's not like it's a permanent decision but I'd like to KNOW, you know? Anyway, comparative history is kind of my hobby. Like... I mean, pre-Acceleration people used to dream about living in space! Now we do it and we don't even notice. I had to see for myself, just to see what it's like."

"And the butterflies?" I ask.

"Just wanted to dress up for the party a little. Made them myself. They're a little, uh, buggy."

"No, they're beautiful. They suit you." Whoops. Ok, apparently she can blush.
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No. 205140 ID: e2d0a6

Mount him like you mount a ROM
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No. 205142 ID: c4c313

Mount him like your root filesystem partition baby.
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No. 205144 ID: c4c313

Er, I mean ask Szen how many dimensions he likes to sculpt in.
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No. 205154 ID: 9d05d7

Pssst. Hey guys, Mika is female.

Anyways, ask Szen if he's developed anything recently, like within the past few Msecs or so, and what kind of work goes into the whole designing process.

Basically, kill some time while Sal does...Whatever.
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No. 205170 ID: a594b9

>>205137
I wonder if Sal would get jealous or something if we flirted with Mika. Sal's tendency to flirt is a bit confusing... I mean, what would they plan to do? Change bodies?

Well, about the only thing you know for sure is that you're good with a sword. Though, currently you're really rusty due to having to rely on instinct instead of solid tactics and strategy.

Don't come on too strong to Mika. I mean, let's be serious here, we barely know her. I guess we are interested though... Also don't try any creative facial expressions anymore, please. Not until you get in front of a mirror to experiment by yourself.
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No. 205173 ID: 0b2a05

Give Mika a breather just in case. Ask about the architecture.
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No. 205206 ID: e973f4

Hmm.

Observation: you retain your skills but are missing the memories behind them.

Observation: you're, no offense, a pretty poor talker.

Conclusion: who- or whatever you used to be, it wasn't very people-oriented... ?
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No. 205260 ID: 8bdb6a

Talk a little about the weird impulses you've found yourself with. (They're already talking about gender and species confusion) Talk a little about the skills you've found yourself with. Like how you thought that someone training for thirty years was small-time. Maybe you can get some advice on where to go next with your search. Maybe you'll impress Mika.
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No. 205282 ID: f202ec
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There's an awkward silence, which amazingly remains unbroken by Sal. Am I hitting on Mika? Do I want to hit on Mika? Was I previously this bad at talking to people? "So, um, Szen. Done anything noteworthy lately?"

"Nah. Well, nothing public, anyway. I am building a planet in my spare time... it'd be pretty cool if I could hijack just one probe and make it for real. Even just a scale model. I mean, I'm not doing anything physically impossible with this one. The fountains and interior lighting are going to take up a lot of power, though." Szen has strange ideas about planets, I think.

"What's it like?" Mika suddenly blurts out.

"What?" I turn my head to look at her.

"Erasing your memory like you did. Starting over." Right. She's maybe half a Gig old?

"Oh. It's... weird. I keep knowing things but I don't know why. I mean, knowing HOW to do things. But I don't even know WHAT I know. Don't know anything about what I was, or who I was, or why I did it either. Frustrating." I'm not sure if that made any sense, but after a moment she nods.

"That was a pretty impressive job on your suit there," Szen comments. It was? Pretty sure I could have done it about ten seconds if I'd had my exocortex. "Also, you're wearing a sword - sentimental value? Just wanted to be armed?"

[Oh, you have no idea how well-armed Lyan is~] Something soft brushes the back of my head as an arm reaches over my shoulder and places a mug on the table in front of me. I turn around. It stands with one hand on a hip, head tilted, holding the twin to the stein in front of me.

"Sal?"

[I tweaked my façade a little. You like?]

...I do. But then again, I like Sal because it's Sal. How do I not screw it up this time?
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No. 205284 ID: 701a19

>>205282
"In all seriousness? You look lovely, Sal, but I'm more attracted to minds than bodies. If you're really interested then we can go on a proper date later, but for now lets enjoy the company, 'eh?"
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No. 205285 ID: a594b9

Uh, I'm still very confused but I guess this means Sal is actually serious about... things. Compliment... her? them? on the choice in color. Red is... I like red.

Ask Sal about the comment earlier about being 10% bio. Mention that their movements are interestingly fluid. So flexible~
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No. 205286 ID: 6547ec

>>205285
If necessary, ask *which* 10%. Seems about on par with this double-edged teasing thing that seems to be going on here.
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No. 205287 ID: c2c011

>>205282
Start by ignorig Sal and answearing the first question. The sword was the only belonging you had when you woke up at the Lethe Center, and you seem to be rather good with it and it's a fine piece of weaponry so you decided to keep it around.

Now turn your attention to Sal and ask if it could please stop escalating this joke right now. It looks fine but you have a bit too much on your mind right now to add in further complications. Sal should know what you're talking about so you don't have to explain in front of everyone.
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No. 205291 ID: a594b9

>>205287
(psst, according to their friends, Sal's not really joking... so all evidence points to this being something much more interesting than just messing around)
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No. 205294 ID: c2c011

>>205291
[Still adds in highly unnecessary complications right now. And has a chance of messing up the relationship to what is currently our only friend.]
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No. 205360 ID: 8bdb6a

"Yeah, though maybe just a little weird. I sorta saw you as a guy-by-default even though you're neither. No offense intended. I felt the same way about myself." Give a dumb smile. "Can you ever forgive me?"

Be a little confused, since you were probably expecting Sal would back you up while you hit on Mika, but now something else entirely is happening.

>She's maybe half a Gig old?
Uhh... so, 16 years? Or does that figure not include childhood these days?
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No. 205366 ID: 6834bc

>>205360
>you were probably expecting Sal would back you up while you hit on Mika, but now something else entirely is happening.
And another something else entirely can yet happen.
It's called a threesome
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No. 205453 ID: c4c313

Say, and I quote, "Ha da bu ba bu mo fo wu ma mo mo," with your head upside down, staring at Sal's tits.
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No. 205479 ID: d560d6

>>205453
But it's not even Tuesday!

>>205284
>>205360
Either of these sound salvageable.
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No. 205503 ID: 9d05d7

If this was a joke, Sal wouldn't have gone as far as to get a body change. Anyways, welcome her back and compliment Sal on her new body and color.
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No. 205507 ID: e973f4

>>205360
I like this idea.
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No. 205526 ID: 40cb26

>>205282
>How do I not screw it up this time?
Ask her?
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No. 205669 ID: 0b2a05

Hey no fair, if she gets to tease you you should be able to tease her back...

Try a teasy and honest compliment, and try not to diminish the one you gave Mika by giving her the impression it's easy to get a compliment from you. Maybe something like "beer and breasts? How could I not?" or "you'll always be Sal to me, though Sal-with-breasts is a nice version of Sal"
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No. 205701 ID: a594b9

>>205669
I suspect Sal is still neuter, but just has an outer figure of a female.
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No. 205734 ID: c5296f

Or went male, or both. Easy enough to glance down and confirm. Can't call it rude either since they've done so a couple times now.
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No. 205746 ID: 47333e

Either just gawk or say "I'm speechless."

If you want to joke, you could comment "...but why turn yourself into a glass of beer?"
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No. 206503 ID: f202ec
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206503

"I like the red. And the beer." I try a smile. "But you know you didn't need to change yourself for me."

[Oh I didn't, hmm? Weren't just thinking of me as 'one of the guys,' hmm? I certainly seem to have your attention now.] Sal has a joking tone as it - she? - strikes a pose. I sneak a quick glance - no primary sex characteristics visible. Surely Sal has SOMETHING in mind.

"...no, just wondering which 10% of you is bio," I joke. Sal snorts. "Murphy. Ok, a tiny bit? What can I say to not screw this up?"

[Maybe 'yes?'] It beams a private message at me. [No strings attached, Lyan. Just a casual fling at a party... unless maybe you want it to be something more?]
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No. 206505 ID: 526316

that sounds nice for now, maybe something more for latter.
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No. 206506 ID: 701a19

>>206503
Send a private message back "Lets start there and see how it goes~"
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No. 206507 ID: 9d05d7

Hey, if anything, it will take your mind off of the recent troubles. Accept the offer, albeit in a private link to Sal, and enjoy the rest of the party with Mika, Sal, and Szen. No reason to just up and leave just yet.
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No. 206508 ID: e973f4

>>206503
Y'know what? Sure. Why not.
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No. 206510 ID: 8bdb6a

Point out that you consider yourself one of the guys, even though you're not male either.

Agree, and ask if he'd be up for trying to get Mika involved.
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No. 206515 ID: a594b9

>>206503
Casual fling is a go. We're not tied down in a relationship right now, and Sal is a cool enough person to deserve our 'first time'. As for the something more... well, it would be nice to spend more time with Sal, but it's a bit early to commit.

Mika seems nice too, but... like it's been said, she's kinda young. Granted the age difference is a bit strange to really quantify when you can't remember most of your life... Hmm. This is a strange situation. I'd say you should wait until you get to know either of them better before making up your mind on if you want to commit to anyone.
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No. 206519 ID: 40cb26

>>206503
Say something like this:
"I... hardly know myself anymore, if I'd end up clingy or feeling awkward or what. I'm not even used to my own body. But I'm not going to figure myself out by avoiding things. If you're okay with holding my hand a bit through this and that, I'm yours."
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No. 206526 ID: c2c011

>>206503
Somehow this just screams complications. But turning it down right now will probably lead to more immediate complications, and Sal is still needed. So what the fuck, go with it.
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No. 207581 ID: f202ec
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207581

"...all right." I think if Sal could smile, it would be.

Later, poolside, watching the revelry on the layers above. It's calmer here, farther from the pounding rhythms and the frenzied motion of the dancers above. At the center, within the circumference of the neon ramps spiraling between the levels, the fountain splashes noisily a few tens of meters back into the pool. I find myself watching Mika sway as we descend the ramp; she's far too young to be so graceful. Sal nudges me lightly in the ribs with a surprisingly sharp elbow.

At the bottom Mika dives in and quickly propels herself to the bottom with a strange undulating stroke. Szen is content to sit poolside and splash his toes around a bit. I learn that I'm apparently denser than water. We pass the time with idle chatter; Szen talks about wandering the different subcultures, Mika talks about her recent freedom and her family. Sal remains uncharacteristically quiet, adding an occasional joke but mostly staring at the fountain. It's my turn to nudge them.

[Sorry, just navel-gazing.] It turns to look at me. [Shall we?]

Under my breath - "I don't suppose we could ask Mika...?"

Privately: [Not a chance, buster. This one is ours and ours alone.]
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No. 207582 ID: f202ec
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207582

"So, um, how is this going to work?"

[You'll see...]

"Wait, why isn't this chamber pressurized? Sal, what are you doing with my suiiiaugh."

[Oh my... we'd better get that back under pressure immediately~]

------

[I think I'm spoiled for other men. Maybe next time you'd like to spoil me for other women~?]
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No. 207583 ID: f202ec
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207583

At some point, we're in atmosphere again. "Sal! That patch you applied is barely 20KPa! And it's see-through!"

[Actually, it has glow in the dark candy-stripes. Though I'm a bit worried that in the dark someone might mistake you for one of the support pillars.]

"What? Sal!"

[What, afraid you're going to make all the boys jealous?]

"I'm afraid I'm going to rupture as soon as I step outside again."

[Oh, fine. Come here. You're just lucky I'm compatible.] It reaches down to grope me for a moment and leaves behind a slick-looking red patch. After a moment it fades to match the color of my suit. [Shall we head back to the pool?]

I nod and start to dress, but... "Sal." My pants have changed. The algorithm is the same but the display is of marching red and pink hearts on a white background. They look to be a lot snugger around the... tail, too. I subtly pull up my interface, but I can't access them.

[Sorry, loverboy, but you're locked out. I ownz0r your trouz0rs. You should know better than to run unsigned code on your outerwear... but you could just leave them off~]
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No. 207591 ID: 0b2a05

Looks like you'll have to tickle them until they change it back. Heavyhanded, but effective!

If they're not ticklish, bearhugs will suffice as well. And if THAT doesn't work... puppydog look.
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No. 207592 ID: a594b9

>>207583
Well, it wouldn't do to have everyone staring at us. Wear the pants, regardless of whether or not Sal changes them back to the previous pattern.

Hey, lighten up a bit. It's just a slightly silly design. You could change the rest of your suit to provide a sort of matching contrast. Make it look GOOD.
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No. 207625 ID: c861bf

Go pantless. Otherwise the terrorists win.
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No. 207666 ID: 22f0f6

>>207583
Pants to hat, go!
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No. 207691 ID: c2c011

>>207583
Go pantsless. Show Sal that it can't make you wear strange trousers and that you're not afraid to strut your stuff. Nothing much should be visible anyway, the body you picked should be rather neutral even when naked, as long as you don't get aroused there shouldn't be anything special to see.
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No. 207709 ID: d560d6

>>207691
>as long as you don't get aroused
>Sal mercilessly teasing us

I wouldn't really bet on that. Take your tough love like a man, Lyan, and learn to stop clicking "accept" on everything. At least this time it was only your pants and not your brain.
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No. 207734 ID: 8bdb6a

Wear the shorts. You have to leave at least a little bit to the imagination at least some of the time, or it'll be harder to talk people into this variety of hedonism.

Also, this really does offer some insight as to how you got hacked before, if it's this easy. When you do try reintegrating your brain meats from the Lethe center, also see if you can upgrade your virus protection. On the other hand, maybe you don't want a second voice that lives in your head and tells you to do things...
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No. 207774 ID: 90b58c

>>207583
"Could you not lock me out of my own stuff? It's kinda disconcerting..."
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No. 207775 ID: 05c9fd

>>207774
Don't say this
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No. 208515 ID: 1a2b6b

Say, Lyan, the present festivities have been fun and all, but keep in mind you might, like, want to back up your head again in case you end up spontaneously combusting or something.

Just throwing that out there.
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No. 209768 ID: f202ec
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209768

"Ha." I turn around and pull them up slowly, wiggling a bit more than necessary to get into them. They're certainly tight in the back. "You know, Sal, these aren't going to be much good if I have to get to my weapons quickly." It - she - gives me a look. Without a face, that's an impressive feat. I change tactics. "Ok, but surely you want to attend the rest of the party with the best-dressed guy here?"

[You've got a point. When I run into him you're on your own.] Obviously this calls for drastic measures. I grab Sal, push her backward into the rest area, and begin to tickle. After a moment my fingers begin to sink into the surface and I before I can pull them back both my hands are ensnared. [Lyan, what are you doing?]

"Um... Tickling?"

She broadcasts her equivalent of a sigh. [I'm not ticklish.] As a last resort, I give her my best pleading look and after a moment she caves. [All right, all right! I'll change them back!]

"They're ok, really." I'm not sure if I sound convincing. "Just let me know what you did. It could be the same kind of thing that got me hacked in the first place, right?"

Sal sighs again. [So much for taking your mind off things for a while. Lyan, if hacking a person was that easy, three quarters of the human race would be zombie nodes at least. It was just a simple ownership transfer hidden in some innocent-looking handshake code - never would have worked if you were properly sandboxing things, but I knew you couldn't at the moment. So right now, your pants are mine!] She tugs at the waistband to pull me back onto the cushions.
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No. 209772 ID: e3ff7f

"i want to get my mind off of things but no matter how hard i try i have this niggling feeling in the back of my mind that something is wrong.
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No. 209773 ID: f202ec
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209773

Not quite dead yet...
Resuming later this evening.
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No. 209774 ID: 701a19

>>209768
Give Sal a kiss, then ask if she wants to be the man now.

Alternatively, tell her that you'd love to spend the night(?) at her place after the party, but it's not over yet.
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No. 209953 ID: 0b2a05

Sit back down. Thank Sal for trying distract you, but... you just need some time to try and figure things out. Not really sure how or what to do.
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No. 209956 ID: a594b9

>>209774
...whoa, that's uh... a little much, really. Plus I'm not sure kissing works, what with Sal's body and Lyan's face being so nonstandard. AND we just did it like 2 minutes ago, there is such a thing as a refractory period.

Just go "Don't worry Sal, it's at the back of my mind." and join her on the cushions for some cuddling or whatever she has planned.

Ask Sal more about how her body works, exactly. How does she eat and drink?
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No. 210079 ID: f202ec
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210079

(time passes)

-----

[I think this was worth waiting for.]

"Wait. You mean you really were...?"

[Lyan, I'm declared NEUTER and that surprises you? It's not like I'm really equipped.] I start to grin. [Quiet, you.]

I keep grinning, but... "Wish I could back up. Still worried. Still need some time to sort things out. And I'd hate to lose this."

Sal tilts her head. [Hmm. Wonder how many "first times" I could get out of you~]

"Sal! Anyway, I still want to do something about the suit. It hardly matches."

[Need a hand?]

"No tricks this time?"

[You wound me! I'll even loan you my personal oracle to test!]

"...I notice you didn't actually answer the question."
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No. 210083 ID: f202ec

...and that means it's dress-up time.
>>/questdis/330208

(my apologies for not handling any suggestions. I was forced to stop more or less mid-cutscene)
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No. 211813 ID: f202ec
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211813

I'm wearing my pants again but ownership privileges are currently tied up in escrow for the next few kiloseconds; Sal's method of giving them back without actually giving them back right now. Of course, that means they're still locked into the current pattern while I wait. A lesson in caution, I guess. We're working on a new design together for my suit when my inquisitiveness finally outweighs my caution. "Sal, I'm still curious. What are you, anyway?"

[A person.]

"Ok, but what are you MADE of, person?" I poke her playfully where the ribcage would be. The surface grabs back at my finger for a moment before letting go.

[Do we really need to get into this?] For the first time since I've known it, Sal has been nearly motionless while we worked. I've grown accustomed to the sweeping gestures and the poses she strikes when standing still. It's kind of strange.

"Not really? Just been wondering how you eat and drink." I do my best to look sad and innocent.

[Hah. Well, I mostly don't. I'm self contained; got a few megawatts of induction loop for motive power and recycling systems. I'm primarily utility gel on a humanoid armature. Still like the taste of coffee, though, even if it is just homebrewed chemoreceptors signaling emulated neurons. But reality's what you make of it, right?]

I'm not quite sure how to respond to that. Design is finished; with a flourish, I attach the interface to my medical monitoring software and the pattern begins to animate. "Ta-da."

[Not too bad, loverboy.]

...

Sal has been strange and at times unpredictable, but generally nice... maybe too nice? There's a tiny paranoid part of me that wonders whether this is all an act, and what it has to gain by helping me. Another part of me wants to dismiss that as a delusion brought on by defective neurochemistry.

Is it all just a coincidence - our meeting, this strange fling? Should I ask Sal, and if so, what am I going to say? Or let it go and rejoin the others? I'm not sure that... whatever we have here will stand up to questioning its motives.
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No. 211815 ID: c71597

>>211813
Don't bring it up but keep it in mind.

It might not be quite as coincidental as Sal lets on. There seems to be something working under the surface here.

Lets rejoin the others for now. Make some more friends than just Sal and get some connections. And write them down physically in case you die before you get another chance get a back-up. That way it's easier to retrace your steps.
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No. 211821 ID: c1c607

>>211813
Forget about it for now.

Go rejoin Lizard Tits and What's-His-Face.
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No. 211837 ID: c4c313

>> emulated neurons

Incidentally, Sal's an A.I.
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No. 211868 ID: 701a19

>>211813
If I may make a suggestion: http://www.piratejesus.com/nerdcore/122.html
Seems appropriate, I think.

Also, how much of that armature is fixed? Could you, say, wear Sal like a suit?
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No. 211949 ID: 23a6ec

by that logic everyone so far has been AI.
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No. 211962 ID: a594b9

>>211813
No, don't question it. But, I'm curious about one thing.

Ask Sal why they chose you as her first time. It seemed like you were... making a lot of mistakes in your interactions with her.

>>211837
>emulated neurons
Only as far as tastebuds are concerned I think.
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No. 211972 ID: c4c313

>>211949

>>/questdis/330525
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No. 211981 ID: c4c313

>>211972

...fuck

>>/questdis/330526
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No. 212310 ID: 5eabae

>>211813
Question if you like.
I get the feeling Sal was in love with the former Lyan to some extent, and shifted these feelings on to you.
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No. 212455 ID: f202ec
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212455

"Ready to go show me off again?" I offer an arm to Sal. Unexpectedly, she starts laughing. I tilt my head and look at her. She tilts her head to look back.

[Such a gentleman. But you're also vain as any peacock... maybe it WAS an accident, but I think you ended up the right gender after all.]

"Er, Sal... peacocks are male. Hence the name. Peahens are pretty bland-looking."

There's a long moment of silence, then Sal laughs again. [Ok, ok! You win this round. But watch it.]

Might as well take advantage of the good mood. There's a question that has been bothering me since not long after I arrived. "Sal - why the intense interest in me? I can't possibly have made a good impression."

There's another pause, and Sal's arm feels suddenly warm in mine. Sal studies me again with her disturbing lack of expression. [You seem like a nice guy, Lyan. Maybe the only one I know.] I think Sal wants to say more when she stops again; what she says next isn't at all what I was expecting. [I think I can probably get you access to your brain back, if you want to take a chance.]

"Wait, what? How? And it's dangerous?"

[For me? No. For you? Maybe. Just thought you might want a say in how your life is run.]
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No. 212463 ID: 0b2a05

Ask her again how, and say please, this is seriously important.
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No. 212495 ID: a594b9

>>212455
I think we might want to wait at least until the Lethe Center tells us WHY our brain is cooking, so it can be fixed. It's been quiet recently; ask them what their progress is.
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No. 212499 ID: c71597

>>212455
Ask Sal for some clarification on what the process would involve and how dead you risk end up being.
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No. 212506 ID: d560d6

>>212455
>Such a gentleman.
>I think you ended up the right gender after all.
>Er, Sal... peacocks are male.

imconfus.jpg

>>212495
This is probably wise, although it probably also comes across as a bit of a snub to Sal.
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No. 212522 ID: c1c607

>>212455
>You seem like a nice guy.
Nobody likes a nice guy.

Otherwise, >>212499.
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No. 212546 ID: c4c313

The Lethe center said it was going to do an analysis on your exocortex (oh god they killed it they killed him you're dead you're all dead) and it should be done by now, so even if you can't use it right away, you should be able to find some more information about the problem.
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No. 213108 ID: f202ec
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213108

"...by the way, have I mentioned you really need to work on your ornithology metaphors? Maybe you were thinking of waders. Their females have brighter plumage." Ow. Sal's elbows are very sharp. "Ok, ok. Again. How?"

[I have a few ideas.]

"That's not an answer."

[No, it's not. Listen, Lyan, it's probably NOT safe. I can't guarantee you won't melt down again as soon as I remove the locks. Forget about it. I'm just... concerned. You've blanked out on me for a few seconds, a couple of times now. Whatever these safeguards were meant to prevent, I'm not sure they're working.]

"What? This is important, Sal. Really important."

[I shouldn't have mentioned it. The Center should be finished soon anyway, right?]

So much for enjoying the rest of the party. "Maybe. Why not? It's not like you can make it worse at this point, right?"

[I can't guarantee it'll do anything at all. Or that you won't crash immediately if it works.]

"Murphy." Sal looks away. "Is there anywhere I can back up around here? Or at least try to? I'll catch back up with you." Sal gives me directions to the fabricators set up for the party - Networked, but off the public feed - and I head off. As we we leave, Sal pauses, then looks at the ceiling. I follow her gaze and see a butterfly slowly fanning its holographic wings.

[Ha. Cheeky little thing, isn't she?]

-----

That was unsatisfying. Now I have two state vectors marked as "pending." Only good news that came out of the thing was Lethe confirming that the analysis was nearly done. Likely before this party is over. I head back down the spiral to the pool where the others are waiting for me.

Mika looks up from the pool and smiles. "Wow, must have been really something. He backed up as soon as you finished with him? Or did you kill him?" She blushes a bit, but continues. "Maybe next time..."

"There's more to being an adult than just sex, Mika," Szen comments from poolside.

[There is?]

"Hey, weren't you neuter just a few Ks ago?"
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No. 213114 ID: 0b2a05

Ask him what his point is. Is Sal sitting away from you on purpose? Maybe you should take a swim.
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No. 213115 ID: 04f5b9

This is too much sexual confusion. Maybe you should pick a gender besides herm.
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No. 213121 ID: 701a19

>>213115
No, this seems to be working out quite well I think.
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No. 213209 ID: a594b9

Lyan can't modify his body right now anyway. We're locked out of everything.

Remember your temperature spiked before you died the first time? Let's soak a bit in the pool. That will keep you cool.

Explain to the others that you just had to check up on something at the Lethe.

Chat with Mika a bit. Offer to help her knock out some of the problems in the butterflies she's got, since she mentioned they were a little buggy and we are apparently talented at coding.
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No. 213218 ID: c71597

>>213108
Well you might not be able to back up your brain right now but there is something you could do. Start a video recording feed to a seperate disk.

Get your new friends on record there with their names and where they meet you. Preferably they should say they liked you as well. Then record yourself there, tell possibly dead future self of what's happened and stuff.

Then copy it and give Sal and maybe the blue guy a copy as well as keep one for yourself. In case of another death you won't be completly without clues and memories.

Oh, and put in some moves at Mika. She seems a bit eager to experiance new things.
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No. 213219 ID: 732129

>>213218

We still don't have a good handle on cultural norms, I don't think we should be hitting on Mika just yet.
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No. 213227 ID: d560d6

>>213219
Aye, but +1 to just helping her debug butterflies.
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No. 214494 ID: f202ec
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214494

I slip into the water and enjoy the coolness against my skin. I pull up my interface and begin filing away some of the day's events; I haven't been in anonymous mode much since I awoke, but adding some tags will make it much easier to recover later. Still, it's slow doing it manually and after a few hundred seconds Mika glides up beside me. "What're you working on?" Now she's floating on her back, orbiting around me, motionless except for a slow undulation of her tail.

"Just recording some memories. Don't want to forget anything. I've had some... issues lately." That's certainly as close as I want to get to explaining my problems right now.

"Oh? Anything in particular you're trying to remember?" She looks at me lazily out of one eye, but there's a definite something behind her question.

"Well, I certainly don't want to forget your or Sal." There's a slight cough from behind me. "Or Szen, of course. You're the first friends I've met so far this... well, this life. Mind if I capture an image?" She blushes and ducks her head slightly but nods. I turn around to grab the others and see Sal has sprouted strange wing-like protrusions from her back. "Sal? What's that?"

[Just thinking hard about something.] The tips of her 'wings' are glowing faintly red. [Going to need to dump some waste heat here soon. Think anyone will mind if I boil a bit of the pool?]

I turn back around. "So, Mika... perhaps I could help with your butterfly swarm. You said there were some bugs in the system?"

Mika smiles and steps out of the pool. "I need to visit the assembler. They're all yours." A bridge forms atop the surface of the water for her, leading to the central island. She blows me a kiss as she departs, and the swarm of projectors hovering around her flutter through the air to settle on me. Sal snickers as Mika turns and begins to ascend one of the spiraling ramps to the lower floors; the architecture in this place is still a bit confusing.

Szen takes another sip of his drink, then asks, "She's a bit young for you, isn't she?"

[Her? Lyan here is barely a day old. Oh, to be young again...]

There's a sudden buzzing in my head. *Incoming message from the Lethe Center. Accept?* "I appreciate your talking about me like I wasn't here, but I need this info. Excuse me." I swim out toward the center of the pool, paddling furiously to stay afloat. "Accept."
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Good evening, Lyan-406.705.840.197root. Analysis of your archived post-treatment state vector has been completed.

"Well?"

A full simulation of your state vector and exocortial interface has been performed. It appears that significant manual alterations have been made. Part of the modifications appear to be a parasitic self-modifying memetic agent of a high degree of sophistication. No such structure was noted in your pre-treatment state.

"My brain is infected? If it's been identified, remove it!"

We believe that may be an accurate description. Complete removal of the agent may not be entirely possible; it appears to be deeply involved in the motiviational and reward structures of your cognitive processes. Excising it will result in alteration or eradication of your personality.

It appears that malicious alterations appear to have been made to your exocortical processes as well. This appears to be the source of the destructive feedback loops that resulted in your earlier cessation. What purpose they serve, if any, is unclear. If untreated, simulations display a profound disassociation of the exocortex with 8 to 12 Mseconds. The preceding period will be marked by paranoia, false recall, and fugue states of increasing length.

"What about my previous versions, then?"

We propose to restore you to a previous state and attempt to merge a delta of-

The lights die.
There's an indescribable sound, too loud to truly be a noise, and the world comes apart.
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I'm in freefall.

The air rushes out of my lungs like I've been punched in the solar plexus. My eardrums burst. I immediately clench my eyes shut to avoid being blinded by ice. The helmet slams closed over my head. Too late. Far too late.

Time slows to a crawl. I hope the adrenaline will last.
I have:
A vacuum suit
My blade
3 "goo" grenades
1 flashbang
2 throwing knives
Interface rings with holographic display.
Tazer with 15m cable
20,000 cubic meters of water, rapidly boiling away into the vacuum

No air.
10 seconds of consciousness.

I wonder if Mika is ok.

I don't want to die.
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No. 214515 ID: 6547ec

Well, shit. There's probably no good way to convert water into oxygen with those supplies, is there? You could use the lines of the tazer as rope, if you had more than 10 seconds to get somewhere. Where the hell is the nearest exit and/or atmosphere?
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No. 214520 ID: a594b9

Use your interface rings to put up a call for help. There's a ton of people around who are vacuum sealed, and at least one should have an oxygen supply they can lend you. Or can you contact them via radio as well? Use all options.

Lacking that, you could suck in some water to re-pressurize the inside of your suit so you can open your eyes (although you'll be drowning at that point) and then use the tazer's line as a grappling hook to reach SOMETHING.

Another thing we might be able to do is modify your suit so it can extract oxygen from the water, somehow.
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No. 214524 ID: a594b9

Assuming you get some oxygen, you could suck in a bunch of water into a separate compartment of your suit, pressurize it, then use it as kindof a jetpack like thing to counteract your momentum.

Also, why did the Lethe Center get cut off like that? Weren't they communicating directly? Someone must be jamming the connection somehow!
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No. 214525 ID: 701a19

>>214498
Orient yourself so you are visible from the surface, set your suit to flash bright colors, and set-off the flashbang.
Sal's body is not only capable of surviving this kind of event, but is also capable of rescuing you and providing you with oxygen. As you were the least prepared of anybody here there is a good chance rescue will arrive in time.
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No. 214541 ID: a594b9

I am opposed to using the flashbang.
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No. 214542 ID: d560d6

>>214525
I'm not entirely sure about the flashbang, since that's going to kick us somewhere in a very imprecise fashion, and that somwehere might be "spiralling off into nothingness". But lighting up the suit is very much plan A.
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No. 214543 ID: 0b2a05

Attempt to absorb the oxygen from the water, if you can open your eyes look around for somewhere to latch your cable onto, or, well, ANYONE really. Set suit lights to flash and hope someone comes after you. Can YOU think of anything you can do?
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No. 214573 ID: c4c313

>>214524

If there still is a Lethe Center...
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No. 214574 ID: c71597

>>214498
Well fuck, that's not good. Look around and see if you can see Sal. If you find it then it might be able to help you get some air to survive.

Other than that you might be able to siphon air out of somebody elses suit. That should give you some extra time, hopefully enough to stay alive until rescue can arrive.
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No. 214584 ID: 8bdb6a

Put the rest of your vacuum suit on.
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No. 214585 ID: 5a2e05

Definitely need assistance. Set up some sort of distress beacon, and don't randomly chuck a flashbang.
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No. 214730 ID: f202ec
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I thrash and resubmerge myself. This is going to get cold, quickly. I think my suit has a built-in heating element. Where's the backup air? 8 seconds. Interface with suit. It's scavenging O2 from the water around me, slowly. 5 seconds. Chromatophores in the suit to cycles colors, max intensity. Distress signal is already going. How much momentum do I have? Do I have enough mass to get back?

Something is screaming in my ear but I can't make it out. 2 seconds? Fading... Try to stimulate breath reflex with rhythmic contractions of suit. Automatic resuscitation in 30s.

I hope

this



works
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All my muscles contract at once and I draw a deep, shuddering breath. My eyes open painfully through a thin layer of ice.

...I'm glad that worked.

The air in my helmet is thin, but breathable. That's good, because the readouts indicate I'm breathing nearly pure oxygen. My ears are ringing and there's a slow trickle of blood from my nostrils that I can't reach up to wipe away. I absentmindedly wipe my hand across my helmet and snort in frustration before I remember where I am.

There's something else, something vitally important, but I can't remember what it was.
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No. 214738 ID: 8bdb6a

Help Mika. Propel your way her way.... somehow. Your suit hopefully has something built in. If not, grab chunks of ice and throw them. If your suit really does flow like liquid, you can wrap it around her and share. Hopefully Sal will be okay for a few minutes, even though he needed to vent heat and is now in insulating vacuum.
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No. 214741 ID: a594b9

>>214737
You are currently drifting away from the habitat. You need to propel yourself back somehow! You've got some stuff you can toss... but do you have enough? Can you reconfigure the flashbang to use the limited accelerant in it as a kind of propellant?

Toss the throwing knives away, and your gel grenades. You need to redirect your momentum so you can contact the smart surface of the habitat again... or anywhere else nearby that you can get a grip on.

Maybe you can intake some of the surrounding water and use that as propellant too. Also, send out some radio/email/whatever to contact Sal or whoever's nearby; find out if they're sending a shuttle.
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No. 214744 ID: 40cb26

>>214741
>throw
>grenades
You know, if you can do so safely instead of just throwing the grenades why don't we set them off and use the force to direct ourselves back? At least the gel ones, they should be fairly safe, and will help us stick to the ship if we hit it. Or to Sal or Miika if we can find them.

But first things first, look around as well as you can and figure out where things are relative to you.
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My head is starting to clear. Where is Mika? Sal and Szen should be all right, at least for now. Long enough for a rescue. I twist awkwardly in place, with nothing to push off of but the tip of my tail dipping into the sphere of water that's quickly boiling away into ice crystals behind me.

The math is easy; call me 115kg moving 10m/s in the wrong direction. Maybe 2kg of mass I can shed. Can't change my momentum enough with that to get back on my own. I have a chance if I can get back to the water. I throw both my knives as hard as I can and hope that's enough to get me back into the pool. While I wait I pull up my interface and start trying to create a water-jet out of my suit.

[LYAN!] I have no idea where that's coming from, or how far. I twist around again and spot someone drifting slowly closer through the fog. It makes a last-second course correction by throwing some sort of weight and collides gently with me. We begin to drift backward another cm/s or two toward the pool of water.

"Sal, what happened to you?" The facade it was wearing at the party has dwindled away to a stick-figure. Its legs end in two short stumps.

[I had to jettison some mass. Seemed the easiest way to get to you. Good job with the lightshow - I knew it was you right away. Are you ok?]

"If I've had worse days, I can't remember them. I'm deaf. What's going on? What in Murphy's name happened?" It's strange not hearing my own voice in my ears.

[Something bad. Catastrophic. I guess you can't tell, can you? Habitat 58 is... dead. Everyone out here is screaming for help and nothing is answering.] I don't know how to respond to that. It's just too unbelievable. Sal continues after a moment.

[Listen, we don't have much time at all. I need your sword.] I hesitate for just a moment, but I'm not sure why.

Sal tilts its head in its familiar way. [Do you trust me?]
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No. 214766 ID: e674ff

Might as well trust him/her/it. Give Sal your sword.
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No. 214768 ID: c1c607

>>214764
He's either going to kill us, or we're dead anyway. Sure, give him the sword.
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No. 214770 ID: 8bdb6a

Tell him he'd better not cut anything of yours off. You're two feet from kilotons of ice. That's plenty of mass for whatever.
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No. 214774 ID: a594b9

>>214764
We're only paranoid because of the brainhack. Give Sal your sword.
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No. 214775 ID: 243525

yeah, kinda low on options. not giving the sword would result in us kinda not being ble to do anything.
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No. 214778 ID: 0b2a05

Level taser on Sal. Give Sal your blade.

"Given the circumstances? Yes, but not enough to not tase you if you start hacking off bits or something."

Seriously though, there's not much else you can do, so hope it has a plan.
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No. 214779 ID: c71597

>>214764
Sal is better than you with funky programming of stuff. It can probably use the sword to get you all back to the station. Because the option of staying outside isn't really a good one.

Oh, and I suspect we can now make some better guesses at the purpose of that hack. Wiping out an entire station through a sleeper agent and making it ripe for resettlement by your own people would be quite an ingenous trick.
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No. 214781 ID: 6547ec

>>214768
Pretty much this. If anyone has a magical way to get back, gain enough materials to stay alive, and then figure out how to survive the chaos long enough to construct a way out of--- yeah, fuck it. Just give Sal the sword. One way or another, it's a lot faster than just dying out here on our own.
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No. 214808 ID: 701a19

>>214778
No, we are not going to menace Sal.
"We've got plenty of reaction mass for you to engulf right here; Think you could use that megawatt output of yours to rig up a crude ion drive? Or at least a superheated steam jet or something? We need to save Mika.
Also, could you shed your armature, use me in its place, and share life support? I don't know how many minutes I've got, and that'd make it hard to get split up."
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No. 214810 ID: e973f4

>>214764
Give Sal the sword.

Ask it what it's planning on doing while you do so.
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No. 214820 ID: 620bfb

We trust Sal more than anyone else at this point, so go for it.
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"You need to ask?" I pull loose my sword. "Where are the others? Mika wasn't sealed! What IS happening?"

[Szen is taking care of her. Listen, someone apparently wants you dead very badly. I'm sure you have an iron constitution, but if you're still alive in 20 seconds they'll have to know their plan failed.]

"Sal...?"

[There's no time.] It looks away. [I'm sorry, Lyan.]
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No. 215194 ID: c1c607

>>215193
You're about to feel a little prick.
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[...this shouldn't hurt.]

There's just few drops of blood. Ice is spreading through my chest. Heart is slowing down. See it withdraw the blade, pull it back for a swing.

[I'll see y.. . . . . .]
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Chapter I concludes tonight.
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No. 215202 ID: c71597

>>215193
Lets hope Sal knows what it's doing. Otherwise you're gonna have to punch it some when you come to.
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No. 215212 ID: c4c313

Man, if Sal doesn't come clean when Lyan's next backup is instantiated, we're going to have to bust through causality ourselves to get Lyan to do something about whatever is wrong.
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No. 215224 ID: 8bdb6a

At this point, I think Lyan should just stay dead until this whole thing blows over. Wake up somewhere far away in a few centuries.
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No. 215378 ID: 6547ec

Try not to decompose too much before chapter 2 starts.

Also, watch out for scavengers; I hear Sergals eat their dead.
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End Chapter I.


Halting State resumes next week.
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No. 215487 ID: d560d6

>>215476
...did Sal just decorptitate us and turn the body into solar sail?
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No. 215495 ID: 732129

>>215487

Sal had Rights to Lyan's suit.
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No. 215520 ID: 620bfb

Trippy.
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No. 215555 ID: 907179

>Sal had Rights to Lyan's pants.

Fixed.
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