CHIRAL: SIDE Y

Since we're not in pain, it must still be linked to Nicopter.

>Chat

>So uh. Nicopter's supposed to be dead right?
>Cause either I'm missing a finger, a leg, have a critically injured organ, and just can't feel pain.

>Or somethin weird is goin on with Nicopters body.

>Whether that's Nicopter in need of urgent medical treatment right this minute or the system stopped trackin Nicopter before they ended up a gonner.

You bring up CHAT, simple as can be.


Immediately, you begin typing up a storm, but immediately notice that something is wrong, and take a moment to read it over.

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Chatlog
Nicopter: Morning.
cripesalmighty: Morning, Nic!
cripesalmighty: Cripes I’m nervous. Holy hell it feels like a million stomachs are attacking my butterflies inside of my heart cavity.
Nicopter: Yeah, me too.
Nicopter: Honestly, it’s also kinda relieving to finally be leaving.
Nicopter: Or close enough to it, right? Close enough.
cripesalmighty: Close enough.
Nicopter: You checked our folks at all yet?
cripesalmighty: Oh CRIPES no I haven’t. I couldn’t stand to, I guess, knowing we’d just be gone anyway.
cripesalmighty: It just feels like more stuff to be depressed about.
Nicopter: Well, Cripes beware, I gave it a quick look-see.
Nicopter: Yuppers was wakin’ everyone up. Cripes got pretty upset, it looked like.
cripesalmighty: Oh, she would!!
Nicopter: Levyyts stayed up all night practicing on an empty game and it seems like Exa was still writing her guide.
Nicopter: Crast was walking to his room with groceries and getting sidetracked with the chat, I think, um…
Nicopter: Y’know, eheh-- generally just business’s usual.
cripesalmighty: Augh.
cripesalmighty: They are such an adorable bunch of people.
cripesalmighty: I guess it makes it easier knowing at least today is gonna keep being normal for them.
Nicopter: Hey, Cripes?
cripesalmighty: Yeppers?
Nicopter: Right before I was gonna message you earlier, a needspenser spat out something by me.
cripesalmighty: All on its own? What, like, a weapon?
Nicopter: I don’t know exactly, but-- I think it’s called an INPUT AGGREGATOR.
Nicopter: I plugged it into my terminal.
cripesalmighty: Holy shit don’t tell me you tampered with anything they might be in danger
Nicopter: No!
Nicopter: No, I swear I din’ do a thing to our folks!
Nicopter: I just knew that I NEEDED the aggregator thing, and that whatever it is, it appeared out of need.
cripesalmighty: You know how much it freaks me out to be within a foot of my terminal, Nic. Where did you even plug stuff in?
Nicopter: There’s some outlets in the back.
cripesalmighty: ...man.
cripesalmighty: I guess maybe it’s for the better.
cripesalmighty: Maybe it will do terrible shit to our folks, but maybe it’ll just do a better job than us?
cripesalmighty: I mean, despite this being the worst world imaginable
cripesalmighty: If you NEED something, you NEED it.
cripesalmighty: Can’t lie about that, heroes.
Nicopter: That’s my reasoning, s’pose.
Nicopter: I made the assumption it’d be gettin’ input from somewhere, maybe some automated function, but either way I figured it’d be good to put some info in.
Nicopter: Just a little note in the file the aggregator came with.
cripesalmighty: Are we gonna leave, still? We could stay a little longer and wait to see what it does.
Nicopter: Cripes, ah… naw.
Nicopter: I think it’s now or never.
cripesalmighty: Alright.
Nicopter: I’ll meet you at the hole-in-the-wall, OK?
cripesalmighty: Love ya, Nic.
Nicopter: Aw, hush, we’re going to be together in literally two minutes. Maybe more if I hobble real, real slow...
cripesalmighty: Right, right! Okay! Just a sec

>Log

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>Documents

After reading the extremely odd CHATLOG, you proceed to check out a few other things from the main screen.








INPUT AGGREGATOR: im supposed to blush at this point im pretty sure
INPUT AGGREGATOR: cant really reason why
INPUT AGGREGATOR: but since im, as i was sayin earlier, not sentient, id say reasoning is tough enough as is
INPUT AGGREGATOR: this ain't nothing special, meheh