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Video; I Feel My Nightmares Watching Me
[It's a random day of the week and two o'clock in the morning. Therefore, it's time for, as someone once put it, Ushahin's philosopher's hour. The lights are dim and Ushahin is lying flat on his back on one of the beds in his house. The phone is propped up near him. He's got something in his hands, a pale looking stone carving that is mostly hidden by the fingers closed in upon it.
He's been thinking quite a bit since he was brought back from the dead. His double had caused him to reevaluate some of his previous behavior. Perhaps he's treated some of those around him rather poorly. Well, there's nothing but time here, and always a chance to make amends.]
This place is frightfully full of nightmares. I mean that quite literally. I've never met such a group of people where the night terrors come upon them without provocation. Every night, nothing but tossing and turning amongst you all. That used to be my job.
[He sits up, fingers uncovering the rhios stone he has cupped in his palms. There's three figures carved into it. The one on the left is a long-haired man, stern looking, and with lines around his mouth that suggest he's older than the twenty-eights years he is. This is Tanaros, the commander of Satoris' army. There's anger flashing in his eyes that the carver was able to perfectly capture. The middle figure is Ushahin, his broken features captured starkly, with an unfocused, dreamy look in his eyes as he stares out towards whoever is holding the figurine. The one on the right is an older man in his forties, fat and with a long beard, his close-set eyes looking shrewd as if he's ready to make a bargain. Vorax, the last of the three, and the one who kept supplies for Satoris.]
I'm sure you've all grown frightfully tired of them. So I will make you a deal, fellow denizens. Tell me one of your nightmares and I will exchange it for a better dream. That's fair enough, is it not?
He's been thinking quite a bit since he was brought back from the dead. His double had caused him to reevaluate some of his previous behavior. Perhaps he's treated some of those around him rather poorly. Well, there's nothing but time here, and always a chance to make amends.]
This place is frightfully full of nightmares. I mean that quite literally. I've never met such a group of people where the night terrors come upon them without provocation. Every night, nothing but tossing and turning amongst you all. That used to be my job.
[He sits up, fingers uncovering the rhios stone he has cupped in his palms. There's three figures carved into it. The one on the left is a long-haired man, stern looking, and with lines around his mouth that suggest he's older than the twenty-eights years he is. This is Tanaros, the commander of Satoris' army. There's anger flashing in his eyes that the carver was able to perfectly capture. The middle figure is Ushahin, his broken features captured starkly, with an unfocused, dreamy look in his eyes as he stares out towards whoever is holding the figurine. The one on the right is an older man in his forties, fat and with a long beard, his close-set eyes looking shrewd as if he's ready to make a bargain. Vorax, the last of the three, and the one who kept supplies for Satoris.]
I'm sure you've all grown frightfully tired of them. So I will make you a deal, fellow denizens. Tell me one of your nightmares and I will exchange it for a better dream. That's fair enough, is it not?
Video
(Technically, ROMs do sleep, but it's not as vital as it is for organics... and recent events have left them less than willing to engage in that particular activity.)
"Are you using magic?"
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No sleep? Is it because you are a robot?
[He's met one or two creatures here who don't require it, but it's always a little bit of a surprise to find another when his abilities are so tuned into the dreams of people.]
Yes, that is what it is called back in my homeland. Here, I have heard the abilities I possess referred to as being psychic.
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(They nod at his explanation.)
"I suppose that would be another word for it. The concept of psychic powers are heavily related to the mind."
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[Do robots dream of electric sheep? The age old question is about to be answered.]
Yes. Being crippled as I was, all I could rely on to protect myself in my own world was my mind.
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(Perhaps with access to the meshnet they could have explained it in greater detail, but here they lack that particular resource.)
"I'm guessing your world is another that doesn't have cybernetics or gene therapy?"
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[He's curious as to how a robot's dreams differ from those of a man.]
My world doesn't even have the electric light or these phones. It is a bit reliant on magic, you see.
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(Perhaps if they had access to the meshnet...)
"At home, people with disabilities can fix them with cybernetic augments or gene therapy, but without them... I suppose that would leave you lacking in options."
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Yes. Memories and imagination form together to make dreams. Those filled with nonsense, those that are good, those that are horrible. And I hold sway over them all.
[He wonders what those two things Turing mentioned are. Perhaps they have more to do with robotics. And hadn't Alphys mentioned augmentation as well?]
Yes, alas, we have none of that either in my homeland or here. Do not fret. I get by as best I can.
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Acknowledged. But still, it is... troubling.