Some of those other Gregors-- there's one who works for an Office that specializes in protection and defense. Seems to like his work a lot, does pretty well at it. I think he's probably... one of the ones who's happiest with his life. And I use his memories, or some of the others' memories, and I wonder what things would be like if I could just be that Gregor instead. If I never had the procedure, or this arm.
It wouldn't be-- me. Not the same me. In the end, it can't be like that, anyway. But the thought's... crossed my mind.
It is a normal want, I think. Even when that sort of thing isn't possible, people do like to imagine what their lives would be like if things were even just a little different.
... in any case, I am content that I was able to meet this Gregor.
well, since it's the simulation room, owner will roll up the sleeve of his kimono so that his whole right arm shows. almost immediately, the skin becomes covered in other body parts-- eyes, tongues, teeth, fingers. all moving on their own, blinking and twitching. ]
[ gregor borrows the forms of other versions of him, and their expertise and memories, but they are not him in the sense that they stop being the same exact person because of their different circumstances within each different world. owner's situation is different, and thus the questions asked are different.
but he does not actually explain this line of thinking. he just stops his pipe from smoking any further, before tucking it into his sleeve and getting up. ]
Yeah, Rodya and Yuri stayed over last night, but. Leaving aside the logistics of fitting three people in the beds we've got, they both have bunkmates they like staying with, y'know? Don't wanna drag them or anyone away from theirs, or crowd 'em.
[greg looking at basically all his cr still having roommates like `a`]
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[a little shrug, there. he doesn't mind it.]
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[ there's a long pause. ]
Would you prefer to be another you?
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[pausing a second, before he continues.]
Some of those other Gregors-- there's one who works for an Office that specializes in protection and defense. Seems to like his work a lot, does pretty well at it. I think he's probably... one of the ones who's happiest with his life. And I use his memories, or some of the others' memories, and I wonder what things would be like if I could just be that Gregor instead. If I never had the procedure, or this arm.
It wouldn't be-- me. Not the same me. In the end, it can't be like that, anyway. But the thought's... crossed my mind.
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... in any case, I am content that I was able to meet this Gregor.
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...glad I met you too.
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[ he returns to just smoking without chatting. ]
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[he lights another cigarette, himself.
owner please he just showed you like two other objectively better gregs]
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well, since it's the simulation room, owner will roll up the sleeve of his kimono so that his whole right arm shows. almost immediately, the skin becomes covered in other body parts-- eyes, tongues, teeth, fingers. all moving on their own, blinking and twitching. ]
Now I have shown you something.
[ he covers his arm again. ]
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he's used to seeing sights like this. just usually on-- things trying to kill him.]
Is- that what your actual form is like...?
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Everyone always asks about my actual form. It does not actually matter, I think.
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[so he kinda feels like fair is fair, here, it's a reasonable question to have.]
It doesn't matter so much, I guess, you're the same Owner I've been talking to anyway, but you can't blame a guy for being curious.
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[ gregor borrows the forms of other versions of him, and their expertise and memories, but they are not him in the sense that they stop being the same exact person because of their different circumstances within each different world. owner's situation is different, and thus the questions asked are different.
but he does not actually explain this line of thinking. he just stops his pipe from smoking any further, before tucking it into his sleeve and getting up. ]
Let us hope tomorrow is not too cruel.
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[he lets him change the subject easily enough-- he figures owner has said what he's going to say about it, opts not to press.]
If we're lucky it won't be as bad as it could be.
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makes a slight face. ]
... at this point I think that there being no surprises is the best we can hope for.
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[shaking his head, at that. nobody can blame him for jinxing it!!]
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[ refuses to take responsibility for jinxing! ]
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[fiiine.]
...think I'm gonna just stay here tonight, probably.
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[ HE SAW THAT YOU WERE NAUGHTY... ]
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[...]
Don't think I feel like sleeping in our bunk, is all.
[it hasn't been empty before.]
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there's a pause, and he will reach over to ruffle gregor's hair. ]
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[leaning a little into the touch anyway though. affection week.]
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[greg looking at basically all his cr still having roommates like `a`]
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But remember, a simulated bed is not the same as an actual one. Your back will still be sore.
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[there's like, a second where he debates something, but. he doesn't say anything else.]
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