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snowblindrpg2016-10-06 08:28 pm
bookofnope) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-10-06 08:28 pm
[network] @Mnemosyne; video; the light we cannot see [open] Night 165
I can't sleep.
[The tablet is on the floor, lighting its own patch of paleness on the ceiling above. Beckett is lying next to it, prone on his back - that's what the angle of his arm, raised half-heartedly into the frame, suggests. He pulls more clearly into view for a moment, rising to a sitting position, to squint at the camera. His glasses are off, and his eyes glow a faint red in an ashen face.]
For all I know, I imagined it - the girl, the eyes. I'm certain the red pen was real, though, and the choice that came with it.
[He falls back again. Too tired to sit up. The tablet records to show nothing but light and shadow as he speaks.]
It may have been just me. Doubtful, but possible... but it was not just me who saw things. Perhaps we all did. I'd like to know what. Piece of some whole, or just another attack on what's left of our collective sanity... either way. For the sake of the record, if not any kind of answer.
[His relationship with answers isn't getting any less complicated. His voice drops low, dreamlike as he speaks on.] I saw a girl wearing a cloak. She was drawing the eyes, all around me... around me... until I was surrounded. She climbed on my back and drew her eyes on mine, and I knew there was no leaving. There has never been, not for me. Perhaps we are all...
[Too much. He stops abruptly, and rises again, grabbing for the tablet.]
It's all in my notes.
[The recording ends. In its place he sends his notes file out again.]
[The tablet is on the floor, lighting its own patch of paleness on the ceiling above. Beckett is lying next to it, prone on his back - that's what the angle of his arm, raised half-heartedly into the frame, suggests. He pulls more clearly into view for a moment, rising to a sitting position, to squint at the camera. His glasses are off, and his eyes glow a faint red in an ashen face.]
For all I know, I imagined it - the girl, the eyes. I'm certain the red pen was real, though, and the choice that came with it.
[He falls back again. Too tired to sit up. The tablet records to show nothing but light and shadow as he speaks.]
It may have been just me. Doubtful, but possible... but it was not just me who saw things. Perhaps we all did. I'd like to know what. Piece of some whole, or just another attack on what's left of our collective sanity... either way. For the sake of the record, if not any kind of answer.
[His relationship with answers isn't getting any less complicated. His voice drops low, dreamlike as he speaks on.] I saw a girl wearing a cloak. She was drawing the eyes, all around me... around me... until I was surrounded. She climbed on my back and drew her eyes on mine, and I knew there was no leaving. There has never been, not for me. Perhaps we are all...
[Too much. He stops abruptly, and rises again, grabbing for the tablet.]
It's all in my notes.
[The recording ends. In its place he sends his notes file out again.]
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seems like some of you have powers worth exploiting
the rest of us who don't are probably just expendables
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He doesn't want to end the conversation, though. Maybe he can gloat subtly.]
That is possible. It has been aware of our abilities from the start. [Unlike certain doctors in deep denial.] Though I'm not sure what it would do with them. Take revenge on humankind? We're not even sure there is a humankind left.
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maybe not in this universe
doesn't seem like that's a limiting factor for it
maybe it's bringing us in to test out what it can suppress
we're the ones at a disadvantage on its home turf
if it's running out of whatever it's using for fuel
it might be looking to expand its reach into other neighborhoods
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Miller claimed that the Admin brought us here, for the population quota. But I find that hard to believe. It's so... mundane, as a use for impossible technology. [Look, he said technology! He's being so nice today.]
That still does not explain what it means by "devouring" us.
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if you run out of wood to burn for your fire
you try to find substitutes
even if our bodies aren't real
it might be something to do with the way our neural pathways have been mapped
or maybe the admin's fighting against the beast to keep us from just devolving into fleshy meat piles screaming "fix me"
and in prefers us that way for consumption purposes
we're hitting the incomplete info wall here
[And it's preventing them from really narrowing things down.]
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You'd think after three hundred years in my line of inquiry I'd be used to being fed cryptic half-truths and told I'm not ready for true knowledge. Or is it that none of us know to ask the right questions when we meet mysterious dream entities and tight-lipped bastards on the network?
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we got her devolving into eye gibberish, anyway
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maybe some of our ghosts aren't really ghosts
they're just asleep underground
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[He's making light, but it is actually a possibility that's crossed his mind.]
people saw him in their dreams, right?
seemed like the fist group was getting the general data ghosts
then they sank down to the prophet and andromeda
then we got admin eyeball
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more than one person was told we weren't actually in a dream
we were outside of one
in some incomprehensibly vast space that goes "deeper than dreams"
you can say unfathomable depths of mystical whatever
i can see it meaning we're entering into the computer mainframe
depending on how big it is
what if this planet is the computer?
or the beast or whatever
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But you're getting a little carried away with the planet-as-beast theories. Mr. Occam whom you're so fond of would like a word. Unless - [hell, then] - you are more open to apocalyptic speculation than I thought.
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we're living the apocalypse
[He might have a different understanding of that word than you, Beckett.]
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did i hit the vampire apocalypse trauma button?
[He still remembers the fight with Beckett, the way the man had just suddenly stopped fighting, breaking down and agreeing to use himself for a potential suicide mission.]
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[Tired. So tired.]
By all means keep being entertained. I'd say I hope experience teaches you better, but no, no I don't.
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we'll skip past your issues for now
man-made accident or apocalypse
or whatever
the thing that brought us here might be doing the sci-fi thing
drawing its power from the planet somehow
whether that's literal or metaphorical power
it's still a possibility