Chris Hartley (
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hadriel2016-01-17 10:35 am
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[So, it's been about a day. It felt like a lot longer, especially during the night, and by now he's not just scared but incredibly bored. Sleeping isn't really a thing that's an option for lots of reasons, so he's had a lot of time to both think and reread a lot of conversations on the network; there's something that stood out to him in that time, and it lead to this post.]
Okay, so a lot of people are here without any of their friends from home, and this whole thing going on is a pretty bad time to be on your own.
[He can't imagine what it would be like being in this situation while thinking there's no one looking for and caring about you specifically. It isn't just the actual rescue that's the issue, though--especially since who gets found when is pretty unpredictable--it's that there might be people that don't have anyone to reach out to. There might be people who are totally alone in this.
So I was thinking that anyone who doesn't have anyone to talk to can just join in conversation here? People who do already have friends to talk to can too. Meeting new people is at least distracting even if everyone's probably not feeling all that friendly.
I guess just talk about whatever. What's it like back in whatever world you're from, any cool skills (if they involve getting out of being buried that's a plus,) anyone in college before they ended up here? Whatever topic is going to be better than nothing.
I mean I dunno about you guys but I definitely don't have anything better to be doing.
Okay, so a lot of people are here without any of their friends from home, and this whole thing going on is a pretty bad time to be on your own.
[He can't imagine what it would be like being in this situation while thinking there's no one looking for and caring about you specifically. It isn't just the actual rescue that's the issue, though--especially since who gets found when is pretty unpredictable--it's that there might be people that don't have anyone to reach out to. There might be people who are totally alone in this.
So I was thinking that anyone who doesn't have anyone to talk to can just join in conversation here? People who do already have friends to talk to can too. Meeting new people is at least distracting even if everyone's probably not feeling all that friendly.
I guess just talk about whatever. What's it like back in whatever world you're from, any cool skills (if they involve getting out of being buried that's a plus,) anyone in college before they ended up here? Whatever topic is going to be better than nothing.
I mean I dunno about you guys but I definitely don't have anything better to be doing.
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[Also wtf. But yeah, he can see how that would be a bad day, and this whole story is weird and sounds like he's missing some connections here but it's still fascinating.]
How'd you know about this vault anyway?
What, cybernetic fetish like being into robots or want to actually be one?
And yeah, replacing limbs isn't something super common where I'm from. I mean if you lose one or are born without it or whatever a lot of the time you get a replacement, but for most people it isn't a thing that ever comes up.
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A. They're sort of legendary, left by the native creatures a billion million kajillion years ago or whatever. Everyone knows about them, only the suicidal and deadly hunt for them. They've got hella riches inside so everyone wants them and everyone would kill their own grandma for one.
B. I found out about this particular one not really because it's a Vault but rather because vault keys are like, diamonds but better. Everyone wants them even if they don't know what they'll unlock. I hacked my rival/boss' computer and found that he was gonna do a deal for ten mil to get a vault key down on Pandora- that's the planet our station orbits around.
Vault key was fake, money blew up. But then in the explosion I found a real vault key, just kind of chilling out underground. So that was, you know, a convenient stroke of deus ex machina.
[Among other things, but hey.]
And yeah, hoo boy. This one dude just kept replacing stuff. Like actual, this was his weird deal man, he just needed to be more robot than person. You know those people who get plastic surgery to look like famous people? Like that but more insane. idgi.
Weird. My arm is fully computerized- I actually integrated it with the phone we were given so I just use that to talk to everyone. It's way better than having a regular fleshy arm.
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Are the vaults dangerous themselves or is it just finding/getting to them that's risky?
That is super creepy and weird, but some people are creepy and weird so.
[Makes sense. With the whole plastic surgery example he could definitely see people going overboard on the cybernetics, especially since they seem actually useful.]
The replacements we've got aren't as good as the real thing and they definitely don't connect to phones.
[That'd be pretty sweet if they did.]
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That's too bad. Mine are kind of high end, and I guess better than the real thing. Way more convenient than regular arms.
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Sorry, thought I fixed that. Something weird with the god network magic thing interfering with my systems. Doesn't happen often.
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So you never got to actual vault itself, right?
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I, uh, no. I mean, I'm on my way there? I sort of just got kidnapped by a bandit gang before showing up here, but I've been pretty good at bullshitting my way out of things so far so... you know, I could live to see another day.
What about you? What's your claim to fame?
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[That has all been quite the story and he has no reason to disbelieve it, but if it really is all true then wow Rhys' whole expedition has just been one problem after another.
Not that Chris has any room to talk on being ridiculously unlucky, but still.]
I think anything I say's going to be pretty unimpressive compared to that, though.
[And, mostly, he's not sure how to answer. There's so many ways he can, so much and so little of the story he could tell, but...]
I guess surviving a monster attack? Back home, I mean.
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[He hasn't even gotten to the 'megalomaniac dead ex-boss AI accidentally downloaded into my head' part. Probably best to leave that for another day.]
Surviving monsters is nothing to sneeze at though. Monsters are freaking scary.
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It was a really nice surprise going from monster-infested mountain to monster-infested cave.
[It's text but that sarcasm should still be pretty clear.]
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Do you at least have guns? I mean, when you're not being buried alive.
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[Which they've stolen out of the kitchen of the house they claimed, rather than having brought them with them.]
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[Probably way too lucky to be possible, but might as well ask.]
I didn't know I was any good at shooting until like the night before I got here.
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Was that during the monster attack or was the monster attack like, a traumatic PTSD childhood superhero backstory type thing?
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[It sounds cool, whatever it is.]
Superhero backstory would've been awesome, but yeah the whole monster attack thing happened right before I got here. My bad luck's been pretty condensed into a short timespan.
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...except sometimes it runs into walls and instead of guns it has a little shock prong, but you get the gist.
Ouch, though. Really bad luck. What about before all the trauma? Anything fun?
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[And a little shock prong is still better than nothing.]
Not really. My life was pretty average, you know? I was in college.
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College is cool. Preparing for the future and all that. Learn any survival tips about being buried alive?
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Surprisingly enough, no. Starting to think it was a waste of money.
[Because clearly college is not teaching him anything important.]
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And geeze, any college that doesn't tell you what to do after being buried alive is a definite waste of money. Pretty sure that was on my curriculum, alongside how to treat gunshot wounds and how to sell out your family so you can have no weaknesses and get ahead in life.
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Yeah, seriously. I'm not getting any important life lessons like those from any of my classes.
[And some of those seriously would be useful, except maybe that last one. All he knows about being buried alive or treating a serious injury he learned from watching the discovery channel.]
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Hey, you don't know where you are, do you? I mean, you seem like a pretty cool guy. It'd suck if you died.
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I wish I did, but that'd be too easy, right? Thanks though, I appreciate the sentiment and all that.
My friends are looking for me, so I've got a good chance of you know. Not dying and all.
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Hope your friends find you!