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[network] @Chillinski; day 19; things. [open]
[At first, there is nothing but the sound of something metallic hitting against a wooden table, but then the video focuses on Stiles' face rather than the metallic bottle he managed to knock over (next to a small bottle of aspirin) -- he squints at the tablet, like the light filling the room is hurting his eyes, but eventually he clears his throat like preparing for A Speech.
Well. Something like that, at least.]
Okay, so, things! Thing number one: how stupidly optimistic would it be to think that "correcting for errors" means, you know, those weird creature things nobody actually wants to see again, like, ever? Also, speaking of... did anyone else see them surrounding a house you weren't it, even though the house you were in would have been closer? I mean, not that I'm complaining, it's just... it doesn't make sense. Why wouldn't they go for the closest one with people inside?
[For a moment, it looks like he could say something more about this, it's been something he's been thinking about for the past days -- but then he sighs and moves on, waving his hand at the tablet.]
Anyway, thing number two: has anyone come across a hospital, pharmacy, anything at all that would have medicine or other emergency supplies? Because right now, if one of us gets sick, can't get medicine, runs into someone else, infects them... it's definitely not a good thing. As in, accidental plague levels of not a good thing. [Not that anyone would catch a plague here, probably (you never know!), but even just several people down with the flu at the same time could be bad enough.]
And that brings me to thing number three! [He digs to his backpack, not visible in the view of the recording, pulling out a small bottle that seems to be some kind of medicine.] Is anybody missing seizure meds? Because I found this in one of the houses, and it's either been left behind by one of us or those who lived there, and in case it's one of us, uh, I'm pretty sure seizure meds aren't something you're supposed to leave behind. So. Anyone?
[With a grimace, Stiles cuts the feed -- that's enough socializing for today, and his head is killing him.]
Well. Something like that, at least.]
Okay, so, things! Thing number one: how stupidly optimistic would it be to think that "correcting for errors" means, you know, those weird creature things nobody actually wants to see again, like, ever? Also, speaking of... did anyone else see them surrounding a house you weren't it, even though the house you were in would have been closer? I mean, not that I'm complaining, it's just... it doesn't make sense. Why wouldn't they go for the closest one with people inside?
[For a moment, it looks like he could say something more about this, it's been something he's been thinking about for the past days -- but then he sighs and moves on, waving his hand at the tablet.]
Anyway, thing number two: has anyone come across a hospital, pharmacy, anything at all that would have medicine or other emergency supplies? Because right now, if one of us gets sick, can't get medicine, runs into someone else, infects them... it's definitely not a good thing. As in, accidental plague levels of not a good thing. [Not that anyone would catch a plague here, probably (you never know!), but even just several people down with the flu at the same time could be bad enough.]
And that brings me to thing number three! [He digs to his backpack, not visible in the view of the recording, pulling out a small bottle that seems to be some kind of medicine.] Is anybody missing seizure meds? Because I found this in one of the houses, and it's either been left behind by one of us or those who lived there, and in case it's one of us, uh, I'm pretty sure seizure meds aren't something you're supposed to leave behind. So. Anyone?
[With a grimace, Stiles cuts the feed -- that's enough socializing for today, and his head is killing him.]
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[He's given this a lot of thought ever since the idea came up.] I mean, nobody knows or has ever heard of this place, which means it's not on any known map anywhere. That alone is suspicious as hell.
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[ More like pretty much everything is.. is there something not suspicious about it? ]
I wonder how long it's possible to keep people in a virtual reality like that though. [ It's not something he's read about a lot back home. ] Wouldn't their bodies eventually need to be tended to? [ And they've already been here for quite some time now.. ]
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I have literally no idea. I guess the bodies [our bodies, he doesn't say, because even Stiles isn't morbid enough for that] would have to be, like, stashed somewhere, unless you go for something really advanced sci-fi like thing, like, the bodies have been taken apart on a molecular level and sent to the virtual reality that stores the molecules and that means you'd basically be living in the virtual reality instead of, you know, just your consciousness experiencing everything.
[And both would be possible, really -- the deaths here would mean little if it was just the matter of resetting their minds when nothing has happened to their bodies... or a matter of rearranging the molecular cells or replacing some of them.]
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It's something that you can put a lot of thought into, anyway. ]
It'd be hard to find out unless there was some way to break the virtual reality. [ Which is practically impossible from the inside, unless you abuse an exploit of the system. But without knowing the system, who knows where that would be?
.. there's a moment, and then-- ]
Thinking about it this much makes me want some fruit loops again. [ You tried so hard, Haku.. you tried so hard and came so far, but in the end you just can't be a mature adult. ]
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[Which is easier said than done.
Also.]
Yeah, well, maybe you should go to the market and get some. [Haku plz. He doesn't have any more of them, you ate them all.
Well, okay, not just you, but the principle still stands.]