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 You remember dying. It's vivid and real, and you can absolutely remember taking your last breath. By all measures, that should have been the end. And yet, like waking from a deep sleep, you awake in a comfortable bed in a quaint little bedroom, and outside the window, you can see an even more quaint little neighborhood. You can get up to explore, but before you leave the bedroom, the radio inside flickers to life. "Good morning," Judy says, calm as ever, "Let me first say that I'm sorry that we've deceived you—" Because indeed, the more you look at this little neighborhood, the more it may feel familiar to you. It's almost like this was the kind of life you had before you ended up in the complex. Though as Judy explains, it wasn't a complex at all. The complex was something called a Vault, and the Vault was meant to protect you from the cataclysmic war that nearly wiped out humanity on the surface. You were kept safe. In a sense. It seems that the Vaults ultimately weren't much of protection in the first place. But Judy has done her best to ensure that your death in the Vault wasn't truly the end. Because of the nature of what was done to you, she was able to back up your existence in the servers that support the Vault. Strictly speaking, that's where you are now. You're a digital construct, and this neighborhood is Judy's idea of how to sustain you in the coming decades. That is the downside here, of course. All you can do is simply wait for someone to discover these servers, hoping they haven't failed by then. Perhaps there might be a way for you to return to the living then... Though for now, that's a distant dream. The neighborhood is small, but clearly will allow every person their own little home when they perish. There's a chance to expand it to include whatever amenities you may dream up, and there may already be some here. In addition, you can always watch the Vault to see how they're doing. There's a television in each home, and through it, you might understand how Judy can see so much. Flipping through the channels gives you a view of nearly every room in the Vault, at least until curfew falls. It's quality entertainment, since it gives you a way to keep tabs on the living. So, how will you spend your time? |
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Hey, hey! Judy!
[ here is a rhys, jogging forward with a delighted look on his face as he approaches her. look, they're together now! ]
Like the look. Was this really you before the whole brain thing or something you came up with?
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No, it was not. But this creation is something of a joke. It suits the voice on my chassis. Perhaps not this one. But I find the voice on my chassis rather irritating.
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Judy, quick question. Did you -- uh, did you give yourself expressions? Or is the smile just it? You know that's gonna make you creepier than you should be, right?
[ just. JUST TO MENTION. ]
-- I never heard your chassis voice. Is it really that bad?
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[ so, yeah, no ]
I believe so. It's very sensual. I find it ill-fitting.
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Expressions are priority, Judy. If you're going to have a face here to talk to everyone, they're going to continue to not trust or like you if you don't smile when they smile or frown when they frown or -- or whatever. It's called empathy.
[ he just gives a shake of his head here. at least he gets it, judy. ]
Oh, creepy. That thing's like... a murder suit or whatever. You never tried to change it? Make it... fitting for murder? Or. Whatever. Man, why are conversations with you so weird?
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I cannot change it. Once again, it runs into the problem of performing surgery on yourself. It is purely mechanical in function, and there is no way for me to modify it without opening myself up. However, it is a minor inconvenience overall. I use my chassis rarely enough that it does not matter.
Though conversations with me are likely strange because I am strange, Rhys.