Well, that's difficult to say. The sign outside isn't in a language I understand. Another part of the building is a bar, but I can't figure out what this part is supposed to be.
[Catherine said...it must be an "AI" thing. He still doesn't get it, to be honest.]
It still functions in some capacity. But nothing that requires a "connection". Though I agree. It was doing strange things to me that I could not explain, and it does those things no longer.
[Like allowing him to suddenly read? That might sound like a good thing to most, but it was honestly unsettling. He never thought he would be glad to have to use the "text to speech" function.]
Everyone deserves to keep their agency. It's no trouble.
Besides, you helped me, too. I was only granted Catherine for a particular assignment: I don't know why or how I arrived with her in tow, but I did. Using her to remove the implant shook some of the dust off.
A lot of things happened in those four years. I'm not eager for someone I don't know-- especially someone who's trapped me inside a digital world-- to be privy to them.
There is a certain criminal from home who might know enough about me to do something like this. At first, I thought it might have been his work, but now I'm not so sure.
Could you tell me more about that place, though? [a quick beat, then he texts again--] Just the facts. You can exclude anything personal, I hate talking about myself too.
I wasn't there very long. At least, not from what I remember. I awoke in a place called New Tokyo and was transferred from there to New Amsterdam, where I spent the rest of my time in that world. It was a lot like this place. The glow everywhere, these devices that let us communicate...though there were far more people. And they didn't feel as...hollow as the people here.
My first week there I learned that everyone is made to stay in a poorly named safehouse until they set up our implants properly. And we truly had no choice, seeing as they drugged us to make us compliant. The leadership was questionable and no one seemed to ever know who was in charge. It made getting answers futile.
I wonder the longer I stay here what kind of connection there could be. New Amsterdam was...oppressive. This place is odd, yes, but the feel is entirely different.
[The story is more than a little worrying, particularly the drugging. Sumio frowns, then types out his reply:]
1) Do you know if the neural net I deactivated was administering the drugs? 2) Are you entirely sure that that world wasn't also a simulation? 3) If you are... what if you haven't left? If the technology's at the level I'm expecting, we can't rule out that Svelte is a simulation occurring somewhere within New Amsterdam.
1. I hadn't considered that, but there was a tube sticking out of my arm when I came to. I believe that is what kept us sedated.
2. I'm not. I had heard that before I arrived everyone was trapped in one of those "simulations" but they were ultimately released from it through death. I don't know enough of how this kind of thing works to say for certain, but I would not be surprised.
[Maker's balls, he hates this thanks.]
3. Like a dream within a dream. I suppose we have no way of knowing at the moment, but it would explain the striking similarities. Not to mention why there are a few of us from New Amsterdam here.
[But wait—]
That would explain all but one thing. I distinctly remember being home before I arrived here, almost as if I made a short stop. And while that could be a trick of the mind, I have my armor and even Autumn came with me. Surely that isn't faked as well...
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