[network] @Spoiler; Theory; Day 08 19:00 [open]

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[ After a whole day of travel and internal raging and generally freaking the hell out, Steph has come to this one conclusion in order to maintain her own sanity: ]

what if the injections are a fake-out

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Apparently, yeah.

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[warriorscribe]

Strange, indeed. I wonder how they came to be. In a way, it is a life created entirely by man.

[After he types that, though...well, there's an even stranger thought that's creating a rather unsettling feeling in his stomach. That he might have been right. He knows videos can be stored on these things, he's seen it. So have their conversations been stored like their text posts? He asks his tablet assistant if he can show him the conversations from the previous day. He'll just be...watching and listening to those before coming back to reply.]

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I guess so. I don't know, it gets too weird for me beyond the fact that they exist. I try not to ponder the science behind metahumans.

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[He doesn't understand it. He knows he never went silent mid-sentence. He knows he was trying to talk through the interference, every time. There's no way this recording could actually be what happened.

And yet, there was no way the dinosaur toy in the child's bedroom he stayed in that night was actually breathing, either. It was only a toy. There was no way he was sane, either, seeking a way out into the fatal cold while the tablet screamed in the background - or didn't.

But how did they all have the same hallucinations? He may not know the science of it, but even he knows that's abnormal even by the standards of abnormality.

His next message has nothing to do with where the conversation is at the moment.]

It's not there anymore. The interference is gone. I don't understand.

[It doesn't really convey his fear. The sense of unease that makes him feel a chill from the inside out, seeing himself just go quiet all of a sudden, mid-word, and stare blankly at the screen when his own memory tells him he was still talking...]

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[ Wait, what? She frowns, then goes back to check herself.

Those blank looks at screens make her go cold in a way snow never could. ]

What the fuck.

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[He's with her on needing a presence beyond text alone. He switches to audio, too, practically curling up with his tablet as if it could provide the element of companionship he's missing and feels he desperately needs. As if another person's physical presence could make any of this make any more sense.

In audio, he is much more obviously disturbed by this, an audible tightness in his throat.]

I don't know. I don't know, and I wish I knew. It doesn't even make sense, how could all of us experience exactly the same visions?

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[ She shudders. She doesn't have any answers for him. She doesn't have any answers for herself. ]

What the fuck did they do to us?

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If they did this to us...why cure it? Why any of this? Are they...are they trying to make us trust them?

[His words are those of a man trying to reason his way through the situation. His tone doesn't sound any calmer for it - still soft and strained, a waver of fear creeping into his voice too, because that doesn't make sense, either. If they were trying to plant trust, why wouldn't they have a greater presence?

He doesn't understand this at all, and that is worrying. Even his enemies, he understood in at least some way.]

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[ She doesn't know what to think, but her natural response to the bone-chilling fear running through her is intense rage. What they did or why, they did something to her without her permission. They're going to pay for that. ]

Whatever game they're playing, they're going to lose.