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trash bin PART TWO
| the pygmalion. . . ???  OPENING PROGRAM . . . . . . . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED _PROGRAM REBOOT? >N >SCAN PROGRAM . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . _EMERGENCY LEVEL LOADING LOADING. . . LOADING. . . LOADING TEXTURE-NIGHT-SKY, TEXTURE-FULL-MOON, TEXTURE-DIRT-PATH, TEXTURE-CAMPFIRE LOADING SOUND-CRICKETS, SOUND-GRAVEL, SOUND-WIND, SOUND-FIRE-CRACKLING UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOAD SUCCESSFUL TRASH BIN It feels more like an electrical zap than dying. Dying might feel a little bit more like falling asleep, but this is harder, more painful. If you've ever been electrocuted, the feeling might seem familiar; the discovery you make when you open your eyes, too, is likely very familiar. It's the night sky. Stars twinkle, a fire cracks warmly. You sit up and observe the surrounding area, and it's like you've woken up in some sort of canyon. The fire burns brightly, the moon shines beautifully, the crickets sing, and it is ... peaceful. Mostly. You know you're dead. This must be, then, the after life? Or something like it, at least. The horizon stretches on forever, the dirt and gravel seemingly endless. The moon is so big and bright, it's like you could reach out and touch her. There's a shed not too far from the fire, only but a stone's throw away, as if someone else might have made it, and then went inside it. Approaching it, you can see the light glowing inside it through the dusty windows that are littered with fingerprints. A computer screen, so large and wide that it's baffling, sits, waiting. Turning knob reveals that the shed is unlocked, and stepping inside... it doesn't feel any different from the outside. A chair sits in the center of the room, a strange contraption strapped to the head of it. It looks like it would lower itself upon the head of whoever dares to sit on it, and wires from it's bottom curl up towards the machines attached to the screen. Several smaller desktop screens sit beneath the giant monitor. They, too, are hooked up to the machines scattered around the room, to the ominous one perched on top of the medical chair, and they blink, as if fighting to stay alive without use. Pressing the giant monitor on, it lights up, and displays, strangely enough... a security camera feed. You push the button. It switches to another room. Again, another room. Again, another room. So on and forth. You peeping tom! But no one can blame you, in the end. You might as well digitally haunt the rest of the ship until the game ends, and AL-2955 can clean out the trash bin. ...Right? rule book taken characters information cards |
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The development of the Furry Passing application wasn't my area of expertise, I'm afraid, so I can only give you the basics. But you're more or less correct, Allen. You're not artificial by any means, but you're currently data being stored on a server. You're still on the Beta servers right now, you're just temporarily synced with the Nuwa's Beta server. That's why none of the living on here can see you. They're on Gamma.
So if you can find a way to sync to Gamma or Alpha...you see where I'm getting at here? Or should I go slower?
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But it sounds like you're just telling us to keep doing what we've been doing—use Furry Passing to sync the servers. Isn't there a way to speed things up? Or sync with the Nuwa's servers again.
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[ Give Allen a quick second to punch Lavi in the arm. Assuming his hit lands, he looks briefly satisfied, before tossing Dr. Lin an apologetic look. Sorry about this rude idiot!! ]
The problem seems to be getting enough... [ Searching for the word because he's not too familiar with this technology. ] ... enough power. We've been making stuttering progress, but nothing like what your side has done. Five minutes of communication here and there and such.
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Five minutes, hmm...? [Lin paces back and forth for a moment, clouds shifting quickly in her silohuette as if blown by a rapid wind.] Tell me other details about where you are. Have you discovered the areas tailored to your personal comfort yet?
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[ Allen's punches always hurt the most... He wasn't even acting up that much! This is discrimination!!
He trucks on anyway because Lavi doesn't actually care about getting hit. ] If we're thinking of the same thing, those areas showed up on their own during the seventh week. You're talking about the palm reader and the the valley, ocean, and forest, aren't you?
Were they supposed to show up sooner?
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[ It's basically his favorite place there. ]
If only we could trade the shed for that cozy cottage, though I doubt the captain would appreciate that.
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Sounds like the Cradle hasn't actually been activated yet. I suggest delving deeper into those areas when you get the chance...just maybe not while there's still a risk of a purge happening.
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[ And yes his face 110% says "Good Luck Allen!!" As usual, he's leaving the hard work up to his Good Friend Allen Walker. If Allen reacts, Lavi ignores it in favor of focusing on the A.I. again. ] Sure, we can try to get in again. The problem is it's locked. Or maybe since we're all data it's more like it's "password protected"?
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A password, huh? That would be a problem...if Perkins wasn't such a sentimental fool. The number of times I got into her e-mails because she keeps using the same predictable names of her loved ones as a password instead of something randomized is too high to count.
[The world lurches around them as a horrible screeching noise fills the air. They'll be able to hear Lin for a few more seconds before her voice fades away.]
When you get to the door...say her name. I trust you know whose I'm referring to. Pleasure meeting you, Allen Walker and Lavi.
[When they look around, they'll find themselves back in the Pygmalion's graveyard.]