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TDM 002
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( 1 ) Around mid-morning, a message from the Augur appears on bracelets all across the city. "New organisms discovered. Domestication in progress."  The wark of a chocobo rises up from the outskirts of the city. Several more join in, forming a charming chorus. And, strangely, this is when new arrivals begin to show up. Beamed in one at a time, scanned en masse, they are processed just as the first wave was. There's one major difference: whereas the old guard was given their bracelets and ushered into the City, the new folks are also given... collars. Buckled, snapped, or otherwise fastened around their necks, a variety of colorful collars with some rather unusual novelty pet tags. (These are just a few suggestions. The typical “If found, please return to ____” is also very much acceptable.)  "You are new organisms. Domestication in progress. Compatible Eros energy will complete domestication." No matter how hard they try, characters cannot take the collars off by themselves. They need a partner's help - but not just anyone will do. It very well might be the first person they find, or it might take several tries. The robots grow bolder as the day grows on, targeting characters who aren't new, as well. "Y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵o̵r̵g̶a̴n̷i̷s̶m̸s̶.̶ ̶D̷o̶m̴e̴s̶t̶i̶c̵a̸t̶i̸o̴n̸ ̷i̵n̸ ̴p̸r̶o̵g̷r̵e̷s̵s̷." Their antics die down by nightfall, but for the next day or two, the occasional malfunctioning 'bot may accost someone in the street, so stay on your toes!  ( 2 ) An abandoned racetrack lights up the night. That's right: place your bets, folks, because these birds are about to run around a track while robots sell synthetic, overpriced aphro-popcorn. ...Did you say priced? That’s right! If you participated in the orgy earlier this month, you'll find you have a stash of credits accessible in your app. You've fucked money back into the world, so why not waste it? (Opportunities to earn credits will come up periodically and won't always be sexual in nature, so don't worry if your character wouldn't have any yet.) And if you don't have credits to bet with, why not get creative? N A V I G A T I O N |
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I see. I suppose that is about to be expected; we could only reverse so much damage even by my time, some century after the worst of it had occurred. Nuclear failures, oil spills, fossil fuels and its waste, microplastics in the environment— people did what they could, but even the newer technology took time to research and find its impact on the world. I'm glad to hear they were saved, however. If not the planet itself.
( Still, hearing there's such an incredible span of time between them without seeing considerable signs of evolution is... inherently interesting. 300 million years? AD? Must be, seeing as the Earth was already 4.5 billion years old by her time. Quite a long time from her when. She doesn't remark on it much further, deep in thought on the comparisons until he's answering her next question, hand resting against his back for a few more soothing circles. Keep those coughs at bay. )
I'm glad for that, at least. But I take it not all of your experiences have been positive?
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That's why I...became one a soulist. To stop things like that from happening. It's not anything humanity did but a disease from something else. [ He frowns as he looks back at her and then back at his arm. There's a...distant but pained expression on his features for a brief second before it's gone. ]
What gave it away? [ He lets out a laugh as he shifts in his seat flexing his metallic fingers. ] But it was a long time ago, so it doesn't bother me as much anymore.
[ That's a big ol' lie but he's not about to spill his guts to a complete stranger. ] But, um, thanks for...helping me out. I appreciate it.
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( She may not be able to glue herself to his side to soothe that poor diaphragm from how hard it's working to make him cough, but she seems quite insistent on keeping it up while she's here. She doesn't stop. She'll have to find him something to help numb his throat, and maybe a mild muscle relaxant...
Her thoughts stray, if only for a few moments, before returning to his expression and response. She doesn't quite answer the rhetorical question— she only gives him an apologetic smile that conveys enough understanding and acknowledges his general skittishness surrounding the limbs. When he flexes those metal fingers between them, she reaches over to cover them with her other hand, if only for a moment. She offers him a gentle squeeze. )
It's all right if it still bothers you. If you ever wish to speak about it, please let me know; we can poke at it. Another time, of course. But you're very welcome. Did you ever find a place to settle, here?
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Collect souls of course. But it's not the traditional sense of the word. Souls are like...manifestations of an idea, thought, or word. They exist on every planet and soulist like me...consume them to gain their powers.
[ Another cough as he clears his throat. ] Like fire souls allow you to withstand heat or control fire and manifest it even in airless vacuums like space. [ It's weird to hear, probably, but she seems pretty okay with a lot of weird shit he guesses?! ]
If you mean one of those run down apartments, then yeah. There's plenty to choose from at least.