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unknown memory share
[The follow is passed across the network at like three in the morning. It's not currently happening but unlike the other memory shares, it is broadcast directly to everyone at the same time. The Sphere itself will not respond to this, but feel free to respond to the NPCs and each other!]
You have no concept of time, not really, but you know that most of the people within your City are sleeping now, and their dreams are restful, peaceful. It almost would sing you to sleep yourself if you were capable of sleeping. They are here, they are safe. Tomorrow they will wake up and the world will start turning once more. Always turning, always moving forward like you in your axis. You hold their hearts inside of you, and they hold you inside of their hearts, and that is the way that it is always meant to have been.
But suddenly there is a different sensation within you. It is sharp and your senses flicker and sputter like the monitor of the heart of one of your people who is ill in the medical bay. This data does not make sense and there is something making some noise. Noise that is sharp and you can feel it all the way through your cells. It takes a moment to realize that you are the one who is making the noise, and the noise is being made by your people, clutching their heads in the streets.
No! No, it is not supposed to be like this! You lash out, but then suddenly you realize that there is new stimulation running through the feedback between you and your people. You’re making the noise once more, louder (if you actually have a concept of louder) but there is something touching you. No someone is touching you and it hurts. It hurts and they’re doing something to you. Something to your cells, something to the code, something. It’s holding you, balling you more tightly and then suddenly you’re feeling them slide into you. They’re inside of you and then you feel yourself failing. Falling almost, because there is not a sense of directionality within you. But there is a voice, sharp and hard and almost metallic that speaks to you. “It is for the best. You will see.”
And then you see nothing.
You have no concept of time, not really, but you know that most of the people within your City are sleeping now, and their dreams are restful, peaceful. It almost would sing you to sleep yourself if you were capable of sleeping. They are here, they are safe. Tomorrow they will wake up and the world will start turning once more. Always turning, always moving forward like you in your axis. You hold their hearts inside of you, and they hold you inside of their hearts, and that is the way that it is always meant to have been.
But suddenly there is a different sensation within you. It is sharp and your senses flicker and sputter like the monitor of the heart of one of your people who is ill in the medical bay. This data does not make sense and there is something making some noise. Noise that is sharp and you can feel it all the way through your cells. It takes a moment to realize that you are the one who is making the noise, and the noise is being made by your people, clutching their heads in the streets.
No! No, it is not supposed to be like this! You lash out, but then suddenly you realize that there is new stimulation running through the feedback between you and your people. You’re making the noise once more, louder (if you actually have a concept of louder) but there is something touching you. No someone is touching you and it hurts. It hurts and they’re doing something to you. Something to your cells, something to the code, something. It’s holding you, balling you more tightly and then suddenly you’re feeling them slide into you. They’re inside of you and then you feel yourself failing. Falling almost, because there is not a sense of directionality within you. But there is a voice, sharp and hard and almost metallic that speaks to you. “It is for the best. You will see.”
And then you see nothing.
Audio: UN | RighteousFather
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And then it occurs to Rhys how oddly alive the memory sharer had felt.]
Has anyone noticed any signs of sentience from the Sphere?
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When you try and look at the Sphere with sensors of any sort it's just kind of like a void we can't explain. We've been trying for years.
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Maybe...this is the system trying to reach out and tell us more? If it's an AI, everything it does is intentional. Especially since there doesn't seem to be a way to hack it.
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The last time I trusted an AI, I almost became his meat puppet. I won't be making that mistake again.
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He...used a nuke? Like, a real nuclear warhead? Do you think maybe that's what this memory was from, or were you here for that?
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To be truthful, Dr. Laurie, you're the only council member I trust. Is there a time we could meet privately, just the two of us?
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He wanted his daughter back, or to go home and I can't blame him for that. People do crazy things when they're overwhelmed with loss.
Yeah, but things are a little crazy right now as we're trying to figure this out. I know you don't trust Max, but he honestly wants to figure this out as much as we do.
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I understand. But what about Annie? What do you know of her?
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But I'm talking mentally. It's hard to get a read on what she's thinking. She seems so damned vacant sometimes.
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