RE: CHIRAL: SIDE Y
11-19-2017, 06:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-19-2017, 10:43 PM by kilozombie.)
INPUT AGGREGATOR: hey yall ;)
INPUT AGGREGATOR: you posted a buncha stuff so
INPUT AGGREGATOR: i mean cus we got limited time until this time bullshit stops happenin i guess
INPUT AGGREGATOR: i decided
INPUT AGGREGATOR: to post most messages with like a 2 second delay, keep it quick
INPUT AGGREGATOR: lookin out for ya
INPUT AGGREGATOR: occasionally im treated pretty shoddy but i mean were all pals here lmao
INPUT AGGREGATOR: least i hope we are
The room shimmers in an off blue. Everything feels wrong, especially the air, which hums against you like sandpaper and makes your eyes water. It's like some parts of the universe are desperately trying to force you out of being here, while other parts are holding you in with shackles.
"It-- doesn't-- I don't think it matters how I got here," you manage. "I need you t-to try and... r-remember this entire conversation, and remember that, uh... that..." It takes a moment to think up where to begin. "...we're all in a simulation. A virtual reality! It's a fucking nickel all the way down! A-And if you could just tell us, tell me and Dink not to do that ritual thing, then..."
She giggles happily. "Obviously the ritual got you here. So either I'm gonna forget, or I'm gonna... conveniently forget. That's fate, Geney."
It hurts. All of it hurts. You feel like you're being ripped apart.
You glance back, still adrift in memory.
"Are... you sure you're ready, Eva?" Queue gently asks.
You nod firmly. Something tells you you've been waiting for this moment a long, long, long time. Perhaps longer than you realized.
He lets out a breath-- not a sigh, but one of fierce will. You hear his insectoid wings begin to buzz...
You hold onto your precise fore as if your life depends on it. He holds you under either arm as if both of your lives depend on it.
You read the chat as you descend. As you drop, you begin to think about your own messages-- and you begin to recall the exact thoughts as you sent each one. It's an odd feeling, seeing past actions with such repercussion. What strikes you as especially strange, however, is that even though you did your best to store all of it in memory, back then... it's only all coming back now. Months spent thinking, and the Gene in your room from now-and-then did not even cross your mind once.
It's odd.
It's good to think about, as the air grows thicker with cold.
Not only did you have the primary chat, but Zack was also messaging you rapidfire. It's one of the longest single chatlogs you'd ever see in your life.
"Gene," you said, "tell me the date the MOCHA ENDING gets here."
She replied with, "I-I only know the human year."
"I can connect the dots."
"Two thousand three-hundred fourteen," she said. "2314, in N-November."
Interesting.
You thought for a moment, in consideration, calculating-- how much time did you have, precisely? How long from that moment was it?
INPUT AGGREGATOR: you posted a buncha stuff so
INPUT AGGREGATOR: i mean cus we got limited time until this time bullshit stops happenin i guess
INPUT AGGREGATOR: i decided
INPUT AGGREGATOR: to post most messages with like a 2 second delay, keep it quick
INPUT AGGREGATOR: lookin out for ya
INPUT AGGREGATOR: occasionally im treated pretty shoddy but i mean were all pals here lmao
INPUT AGGREGATOR: least i hope we are
(11-19-2017, 01:06 AM)Arcanuse Wrote: »Gene
>Gather yourself, time is short and you need to be coherent now.
>You looked within and found your way here.
>You don't know why, but you did.
>Now would be the time to figure that out.
The room shimmers in an off blue. Everything feels wrong, especially the air, which hums against you like sandpaper and makes your eyes water. It's like some parts of the universe are desperately trying to force you out of being here, while other parts are holding you in with shackles.
"It-- doesn't-- I don't think it matters how I got here," you manage. "I need you t-to try and... r-remember this entire conversation, and remember that, uh... that..." It takes a moment to think up where to begin. "...we're all in a simulation. A virtual reality! It's a fucking nickel all the way down! A-And if you could just tell us, tell me and Dink not to do that ritual thing, then..."
She giggles happily. "Obviously the ritual got you here. So either I'm gonna forget, or I'm gonna... conveniently forget. That's fate, Geney."
It hurts. All of it hurts. You feel like you're being ripped apart.
(11-19-2017, 12:56 AM)Lordlyhour Wrote: »
You glance back, still adrift in memory.
"Are... you sure you're ready, Eva?" Queue gently asks.
You nod firmly. Something tells you you've been waiting for this moment a long, long, long time. Perhaps longer than you realized.
He lets out a breath-- not a sigh, but one of fierce will. You hear his insectoid wings begin to buzz...
You hold onto your precise fore as if your life depends on it. He holds you under either arm as if both of your lives depend on it.
You read the chat as you descend. As you drop, you begin to think about your own messages-- and you begin to recall the exact thoughts as you sent each one. It's an odd feeling, seeing past actions with such repercussion. What strikes you as especially strange, however, is that even though you did your best to store all of it in memory, back then... it's only all coming back now. Months spent thinking, and the Gene in your room from now-and-then did not even cross your mind once.
It's odd.
It's good to think about, as the air grows thicker with cold.
(11-19-2017, 12:56 AM)Lordlyhour Wrote: »
(11-19-2017, 01:06 AM)Arcanuse Wrote: »
(11-19-2017, 12:24 AM)Vic Wrote: »Past Exa
> Coerce information from this "Gene"
Not only did you have the primary chat, but Zack was also messaging you rapidfire. It's one of the longest single chatlogs you'd ever see in your life.
"Gene," you said, "tell me the date the MOCHA ENDING gets here."
She replied with, "I-I only know the human year."
"I can connect the dots."
"Two thousand three-hundred fourteen," she said. "2314, in N-November."
Interesting.
You thought for a moment, in consideration, calculating-- how much time did you have, precisely? How long from that moment was it?