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“Rae did of course.” You reply pointedly. “So that there would be no unexpected biases during my research and observation. I remember just enough for rationality and coherence, but nothing of where Kai and I grew up. It isn’t relevant or necessary for this assignment, and so it was temporarily removed until our work is complete.”
You nod instantly, eager to take this man up on his offer. “That would be helpful.” You agree, then decide to add: “Gratitude.” You don’t feel it, but you’re meant to, and so you communicate it just the same.
Brows narrowing slightly, you tilt your head in a paradigmatic indication of confusion. “But I do not require your head to be up.” You clarify helpfully. Besides, he’d only said you needed to ask permission once. But now it was at each interval? How did they break down? Was it task based? Proximity based?
“If the stones were much smaller and all held a unique piece of information, sure.” Not the best analogy, but even you can see that Loren is trying and for all of your unintentional obfuscations, you do actually quite like teaching others things and helping them to understand. You’re just really, really bad at it. “The Voice.” You confirm. “As far as we understand it, she reached out to presumably recreate those she thought would be most helpful to her efforts. Clearly she succeeded given the barrier did indeed come down. It is why some of you appeared with different powers or were made into certain races. Her algorithms did their best to match the metaphysics of your previous world, to this one. The matches were imperfect at times, as one would expect.” You shrug. This all seems very obvious to you.
“There are common magical items that can detail the magic within an abandoned, or the shifts within an attuned.” You confirm. Once you had one, but now? Looking in your bag you find the whisper of frustration breeze across your face. Why you don’t have it now, you don’t know. If you had your memories, it would likely be more clear. Setting this aside, you return to your notes writing down the remainder of your observations about Loren.
You nod instantly, eager to take this man up on his offer. “That would be helpful.” You agree, then decide to add: “Gratitude.” You don’t feel it, but you’re meant to, and so you communicate it just the same.
Brows narrowing slightly, you tilt your head in a paradigmatic indication of confusion. “But I do not require your head to be up.” You clarify helpfully. Besides, he’d only said you needed to ask permission once. But now it was at each interval? How did they break down? Was it task based? Proximity based?
“If the stones were much smaller and all held a unique piece of information, sure.” Not the best analogy, but even you can see that Loren is trying and for all of your unintentional obfuscations, you do actually quite like teaching others things and helping them to understand. You’re just really, really bad at it. “The Voice.” You confirm. “As far as we understand it, she reached out to presumably recreate those she thought would be most helpful to her efforts. Clearly she succeeded given the barrier did indeed come down. It is why some of you appeared with different powers or were made into certain races. Her algorithms did their best to match the metaphysics of your previous world, to this one. The matches were imperfect at times, as one would expect.” You shrug. This all seems very obvious to you.
“There are common magical items that can detail the magic within an abandoned, or the shifts within an attuned.” You confirm. Once you had one, but now? Looking in your bag you find the whisper of frustration breeze across your face. Why you don’t have it now, you don’t know. If you had your memories, it would likely be more clear. Setting this aside, you return to your notes writing down the remainder of your observations about Loren.
of course it's exhausting, having to reason all
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
