Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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Comments

[ratherdoweddings]

I can't believe this. They just think our own minds, the people we became, are toys.

[motherfucking_ghost]

They are. To these...assholes.

[He stares hard out one of the windows, but his gaze is far away. He thinks of Wash's words, Epsilon's flashes, the Director's voice. And Price. Of course he can believe, fully, that their minds are toys to play with. Some people are just like that. It makes him grit his teeth hard enough to hurt. The memories aren't gone, they're just under lock and key, but what if?

What if memory is the key?]

[ratherdoweddings]

Ugh... How could they even make themselves do this to people? Even someone like P.A.L. has to be feeling some guilt, even if he says he's not a person. Someone ought to jumble his files around, see how he likes it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[It takes him a couple moments to respond. There's a word for this, isn't there? That feeling of unreality, but, worse than before. His body is present but his mind is not. Hm.]

Would if I fucking could.

[ratherdoweddings]

...Church-san? Did I say something?

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Hm? Huh-wha? Did you? Sorry, I...kinda spaced out a little. [He still feels a little weird for it, tingly? Unattached? There's a word for this, he knows there is.] No, um, but, PAL, rearranging his shit, yeah, no, wish I could.

[ratherdoweddings]

Well, if you're sure you're okay. At least it might make him nicer.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I don't think tampering with anyone's memories or personality ever ends up in making them nicer.

[ratherdoweddings]

Maybe you're right. Ugh, this is just complicated.

[motherfucking_ghost]

AI usually are. So are memories. It's real damn unfortunate.

[ratherdoweddings]

And memories are linked to personality, just like you just said, right? They're who we are.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He has to wonder. He wonders more often than he'd like. If he was different before. If the person he was when he was whole, before the torture, was different.

Better. He thinks he must have been better.]

So then who are we without our memories?

[Broken and discarded. Apparently.]

[ratherdoweddings]

I don't know. Maybe that's part of their experiment. Which just means we have to hold onto whatever we can.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I think we're all holding on to what we've got pretty fucking fiercely. Doesn't mean it won't slip through our fingers anyway.

[ratherdoweddings]

It's possible. It's terrifying. But I don't ever want to believe that hoping good things will happen is useless and naive or that working for them won't do anything.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Why the hell would anything good ever happen?

...But. You're right. You're...absolutely right. Just gotta keep working.

[ratherdoweddings]

I feel like giving up, too. But I can't. I have to keep going, because we all know what'll happen if we don't.

[motherfucking_ghost]

We eventually hurtle towards getting their shiny new Ultimate Champion. Yeah, I...I know.

[ratherdoweddings]

I don't even know why it's so important to them.