[HAPPY TRIAL HAS ENDED TIME. Dahut has a weekly tradition of going around to every damn person and making sure they're fed, and he's currently poking around for any stragglers he's missed, so he has a bowl in his hands when he stumbles across their sweet local cryptid.]
Right, right? Just like a big belly! Complete with a mouth and stomach lining! And a heart, I guess, but that's very anatomically incorrect.
I think that might be an experience specific to you, Monsieur Owner.
[HE DOES NOT KNOW, ACTUALLY!!! But he'll hold the bowl out! It's some beef barley wine soup, very French, smells very tasty.]
Please let me know if there's anything else I can get for you, too! Adjusting probably won't be difficult for you, but there's a lot of ground to cover now.
[He just nods slowly... Their big giant data log.]
We have a document on the family computer if you want to take a look at some point! It's fairly large by now, though, and no one here knows how to take notes succinctly.
Oh, isn't it so sad? I mean, not sad that he's still alive, of course! But...
[ARTHUR IS ONE OF HIS FAVORITES!!!!! HE LOVES GENTLY BULLYING A SCRAGGLY PORCH CAT. Now they must simply watch him be bullied by literally the entire rest of the ship from afar...]
—But yes, you could say that! As busy as we can be within the constraints of being incorporeal memory entities. Sadly, that does interfere with our ability to run experiments.
Oh - of course! We're memory, essentially, though we're not exactly sure of the hows, wheres, or whys behind it. Best guess is that our data - the memories, personality, so on - was transferred from our bodies on death to some storage unit somewhere in the ship, maybe through the nanites? The storage could be in the trash... But there's also some speculation that the ship itself might remember us, and that's why we're here. Either way, we're not truly solid at the moment! Our bodies are very much back in those pods and very much completely dead.
[HE WAS RIGHT... Dahut's also immediately wilting like a whiny green bean.]
It makes things so inconvenient! We can't run any experiments on our end that would actually help! Though we've finally more or less ruled out the nanites as a cause for concern or focal point, at least, which just leaves CEM waves.
[HELP. He reaches out to very gently pat any nonrusty spot on an arm if such a spot exists.]
It's okay! We're only just learning about CEM waves, too. [But they are unfortunately fucking geniuses, which is such a mistake in a science game.] And a lot of things are still unexplainable even through scientific methodology. Like the flesh wall!
Hm. [JUST HM.] What if you explode or start integrating into the flesh...? Well, exploding wouldn't be an issue, since you'd just come back, but I don't know if we could get you back if you became one with the wall.
I'm not stopping you from eating it if you want to eat it! I'm just saying I'd rather you not become one with the flesh wall to find out what it is! But also, I really don't think eating it is the answer since eating other things hasn't been the answer.
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Right, right? Just like a big belly! Complete with a mouth and stomach lining! And a heart, I guess, but that's very anatomically incorrect.
[LIKE THE REST ISN'T.]
Would you like some soup?
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[ yOU KNOW......
but he will nod. ]
Oh. Sure, thank you.
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[HE DOES NOT KNOW, ACTUALLY!!! But he'll hold the bowl out! It's some beef barley wine soup, very French, smells very tasty.]
Please let me know if there's anything else I can get for you, too! Adjusting probably won't be difficult for you, but there's a lot of ground to cover now.
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[ it is... so much... to catch up on... ]
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We have a document on the family computer if you want to take a look at some point! It's fairly large by now, though, and no one here knows how to take notes succinctly.
[His standards are so impossibly high.]
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[ that was one of his favorite pastimes he is so sad about it ]
But you have all really been busy.
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[ARTHUR IS ONE OF HIS FAVORITES!!!!! HE LOVES GENTLY BULLYING A SCRAGGLY PORCH CAT. Now they must simply watch him be bullied by literally the entire rest of the ship from afar...]
—But yes, you could say that! As busy as we can be within the constraints of being incorporeal memory entities. Sadly, that does interfere with our ability to run experiments.
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[ the memory lore...... ]
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Oh - of course! We're memory, essentially, though we're not exactly sure of the hows, wheres, or whys behind it. Best guess is that our data - the memories, personality, so on - was transferred from our bodies on death to some storage unit somewhere in the ship, maybe through the nanites? The storage could be in the trash... But there's also some speculation that the ship itself might remember us, and that's why we're here. Either way, we're not truly solid at the moment! Our bodies are very much back in those pods and very much completely dead.
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[ he was right... damn. ]
That does make things tricky on our end.
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It makes things so inconvenient! We can't run any experiments on our end that would actually help! Though we've finally more or less ruled out the nanites as a cause for concern or focal point, at least, which just leaves CEM waves.
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I am really not good at any of this!
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It's okay! We're only just learning about CEM waves, too. [But they are unfortunately fucking geniuses, which is such a mistake in a science game.] And a lot of things are still unexplainable even through scientific methodology. Like the flesh wall!
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I can try eating it?
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[DON'T VORE THE VORE WALL.]
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Corpse flowers.
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