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eyemind2021-04-28 10:32 pm
sisterswitch) wrote in eyemind2021-04-28 10:32 pm
audio } un: panoptes
[hey look, it’s jack. on a video feed, which is pretty unusual, come to think of it? she’s set up at a table in the kitchen, frowning in concentration as she gathers her thoughts.]
Where I’m from, people like to say that the definition of insanity is doing something over and over and expecting a different result. I will be pretty mad if it turns out I’m insane for doing this again, because last time I made this offer, I sorta got my head ripped off. Not literally, although I’m sure some of those jackasses would’ve done it literally, if they’d been able to find me. Too bad Jane’s not here anymore, she could tell you all about it.
[and jack rolls her eyes, because yes, she’s still holding a little bit of a grudge about all of that. the expression is short-lived, however - she shakes it off and continues:]
Anyway, remember that weird stalkergram video we saw the other day? That wasn’t some performance art piece. I know who sent it. See, before I ended up here, I spent a few years in a city called Dualis - real neon hellscape, right out of all of those cyberpunk movies you know and love. It was run by a self-aware AI called Mindseye, and Mindseye had this bad habit of killing literally everyone in the city, and not in the Skynet “drop a nuclear bomb on everyone” kind of way. This thing wiped out the entire population it was created for with a virus, and then started kidnapping people from their own worlds so it could study them and make robot copies of them. Murmur was there too, so ask him if you don’t believe me.
[sorry angel frand, you’re apparently a more trustworthy adult authority figure compared to jack.]
Back during that weird time when we were all wandering into each other’s dreams, there was this one dream about some things that happened in Dualis, and I couldn’t figure out where it came from. I thought maybe it was some kind of mental transfer from one of us who’d been there, but it wasn’t from a person’s perspective - it was Mindseye’s memory of what happened. That’s what Mindseye was talking about when it said we were all connected. Oh - right, I should’ve mentioned - Mindseye escaped from Dualis. Uploaded itself right into all of those robot bodies it built and skipped town. And it sounds like it landed somewhere in this part of the final frontier.
[and that’s worrying! for obvious reasons!!]
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m not keen on being hunted throughout space by a homicidal AI. Now, I was able to fly under the radar in Dualis because of this tattoo I have. It’s a sigil I created for making myself invisible to surveillance - long story short, I’m a witch, I used to do a lot of meatspace activism when I was in college, and getting arrested isn’t anywhere near as fun as it looks on TV. Fool me once, et cetera. Point is, the sigil is magick, and it works, and I am willing to share, but I’m asking to trade something for it. Nothing big like a firstborn child - just a story. I want to hear about a time you did something unjust and got away with it. That’s all. That’s the offer, and you can certainly refuse it, but I’d take it as a personal kindness if you’d not be a dick about it.
[aaaaaand that’s all, folks!]
Where I’m from, people like to say that the definition of insanity is doing something over and over and expecting a different result. I will be pretty mad if it turns out I’m insane for doing this again, because last time I made this offer, I sorta got my head ripped off. Not literally, although I’m sure some of those jackasses would’ve done it literally, if they’d been able to find me. Too bad Jane’s not here anymore, she could tell you all about it.
[and jack rolls her eyes, because yes, she’s still holding a little bit of a grudge about all of that. the expression is short-lived, however - she shakes it off and continues:]
Anyway, remember that weird stalkergram video we saw the other day? That wasn’t some performance art piece. I know who sent it. See, before I ended up here, I spent a few years in a city called Dualis - real neon hellscape, right out of all of those cyberpunk movies you know and love. It was run by a self-aware AI called Mindseye, and Mindseye had this bad habit of killing literally everyone in the city, and not in the Skynet “drop a nuclear bomb on everyone” kind of way. This thing wiped out the entire population it was created for with a virus, and then started kidnapping people from their own worlds so it could study them and make robot copies of them. Murmur was there too, so ask him if you don’t believe me.
[sorry angel frand, you’re apparently a more trustworthy adult authority figure compared to jack.]
Back during that weird time when we were all wandering into each other’s dreams, there was this one dream about some things that happened in Dualis, and I couldn’t figure out where it came from. I thought maybe it was some kind of mental transfer from one of us who’d been there, but it wasn’t from a person’s perspective - it was Mindseye’s memory of what happened. That’s what Mindseye was talking about when it said we were all connected. Oh - right, I should’ve mentioned - Mindseye escaped from Dualis. Uploaded itself right into all of those robot bodies it built and skipped town. And it sounds like it landed somewhere in this part of the final frontier.
[and that’s worrying! for obvious reasons!!]
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m not keen on being hunted throughout space by a homicidal AI. Now, I was able to fly under the radar in Dualis because of this tattoo I have. It’s a sigil I created for making myself invisible to surveillance - long story short, I’m a witch, I used to do a lot of meatspace activism when I was in college, and getting arrested isn’t anywhere near as fun as it looks on TV. Fool me once, et cetera. Point is, the sigil is magick, and it works, and I am willing to share, but I’m asking to trade something for it. Nothing big like a firstborn child - just a story. I want to hear about a time you did something unjust and got away with it. That’s all. That’s the offer, and you can certainly refuse it, but I’d take it as a personal kindness if you’d not be a dick about it.
[aaaaaand that’s all, folks!]
audio | un: dasilva
I'll take you up on it, though I'm curious about what will happen to those that don't. It won't do us much good to be hidden if it's just going to hunt down our... [ hrrm. She's not too sure about wordage here. ] ...shipmates.
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I guess we'll need to dump them on a backwater planet with no electricity. For their own safety, obviously.
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Do you really think this Mindseye thing would really hunt us all down? You don’t think we’d be able to lose it somehow?
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Yeah ... I do think it'll hunt us all down. And we might be able to lose it for a while, but it'd just keep coming. This thing is like a Terminator and Skynet at the same time. Back in Dualis, there was this stupid little resistance group that tried to throw a wrench into things, and it hunted them down, and executed them all on a live broadcast. And I'm not talking lethal injection - one of them was burned at the stake, and let me tell you, that shit isn't over nearly as fast as in the movies.
And then it went and blasted itself out into the multiverse, uploaded into millions of bodies it created - it could be anywhere. It could be everywhere.
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I honestly wanted to have a little more choice when it came to my first tattoo but if it'll help me avoid being burned alive, it's kind of a no-brainer.
What do you consider unjust, though? I've done things others might consider unjust, though I don't necessarily see them that way. [ Granted, she took her idea of vengeance pretty far but they all deserved it. ]
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I guess my concept of injustice is tied into privilege and power. Punching up at an oppressor is different than punching down at the oppressed - I'd really only consider the second one unjust. The first one is justified - and, some would say, necessary. Does that help?
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tw: drugs & alcohol abuse plus muurder
How's this? [ It's safe. And she's not ready to confront the awful she truly has been. Still, she's not totally comfortable saying what she does. ] I stole about three-fifty from my dad when I was fifteen. I bought some weed and this stupid baggy of bars that I probably should have googled or something but I didn't really care enough, I guess.
Drank most of the alcohol he kept on the top of the fridge. Filled it with water after, not that he would have noticed. It was his first time killing someone, he was kinda distracted but not like in a bad dad kind of way, just. You know. Human.
He freaked out when he finally noticed the missing cash. We kinda needed that and I knew that but I also didn't care. I think he figured the junkie he'd killed had stolen and spent it before coming back for more or something. [ That is 90% true! He just wasn't a junkie! Cause why the fuck would he come back if he'd just scored? ]