prismatica | ( text | un: jaguar )

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( text | un: jaguar )

look @ me, I cracked the code. So. Where do you fit in?

(( the full-sized version ))

We're definitely a ride.

Who knows how free it is.

That's "something cynical".
Fair point. I wouldn't call getting Chroma easy across the board. Wonder what happens to the ones who don't produce?

Probably nothing. I don't think it's that insidious.

Is that so? That's surprising.
They're that generous even if you aren't putting out the same energy as everyone else. Sounds like a waste.

It may not just be the energy game.

We don't know what the long haul is.

Figures there'd be plans in plans.

[ He has some experience as far as that particular trope goes. ]

No one's found any leads? Too busy playing network bingo?

Or maybe no one's daft enough to post it on a public network.

[His laughter will simply have to go unheard, lost, to an unfeeling network connection. He likes that.]

Finally, some sense.

I'm just grounded, man, nothing to it.

Grounded, he says. Nothing to it.
Except there is, isn't there? If it was all that common, you wouldn't have stuff like this game.

You think so?

Seems like basic millenial stuff.

what
what does a thousand years have to do with anything??

It's an Earth term for a certain group of people born within a particular time frame.

Usually penned as lazy.

That doesn't explain what a thousand years has to do with it, but don't bother.

[He cares about other worlds the way the real Riku does, even if he's a copy, they share a lot of the same core memories.]

In that case, doesn't sound like there's a difference between your people and people around here.

Why would there be?

People are people. That ain't ever gonna change.

I guess that's the luxury of being people. You don't have to prove your right to exist, you don't even have to be anything special. You can ask stupid questions like what is love to your heart's content.

[ huh. ]

If you need to prove something like that, you're just giving someone else power over you.

Worlds upon worlds full of people who have crushed beneath their heels the beings they deemed something different. Something less. Something other than themselves.

All they had to do was take that power back? Spare me.

Sounds like you were spared.

But hey, if you want your personhood defined by your oppressors, that's up to you.

[He doesn't know what to say, he's angry... but at who? It's easy to blame this guy and tell himself he doesn't get it, can't understand what doesn't happen to real people.

Then again, most real people don't think about defining what makes them people, not in his limited experiences.]

You talk like you've got any idea.

Maybe I do.

What could you possibly know?

[Plenty. Parallels abound in a melting pot like this. There's danger in going down this rabbit hole and the replica's aware of it regardless of his reckless curiosity.]

[ shame text can't convey tone. or laughter. ]

What, you think you have a monopoly on that?

No.
people

[He hits a wall, not physically but one of those things where he can't or won't articulate. A stark difference between the real thing and his replica is that the replica has never minced words or held back verbally. When he decides to, he's a loose cannon. Writing it out is a very different matter.]