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trial #2 - execution
 Complex Population: 32 At 7PM, a tone rings out, but it's not Judy's voice that filters out over the intercom. "TALLYING VOTES. . ." The voice is mechanical and robotic, and a pause lingers in the air. It seems that the voting system is run by some kind of AI. "CONSENSUS REACHED. MAJORITY VOTE. TIE. RESULT 1. LARA CROFT. STATUS: INNOCENT. LARA, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..." There's the sound of clicking, and Lara will receive a very sharp shock to their ankle monitor. If they don't step into the judgement room, the shock will increase in strength every ten seconds until they're unconscious. Regardless, the voice continues to drone on. "RESULT 2. LUKE CASTELLAN, EMPLOYEE ID VTSCI62271053. STATUS: INNOCENT. LUKE, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..." Luke receives the same treatment, and finally, the last player is decided in the same way: "DESIGNATING EXECUTIONER. . . ELIZABETH. ELIZABETH, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..." ic rulebook character statuses character profiles votes |
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I'm not yet one hundred percent sure of it...but it seems likely.
[He shrugs, looking down into the sparkling liquid of his drink.]
The evidence seems to point to it. And I admit, with many people telling me of their experiences...well, it's hard to deny. I don't feel insane. I think everything is alright, up in my head. But if it's happening, I'm not the best judge of that, right?
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He snorts too. Oi, not those percentages again!]
'Course you don't. I ain't an expert on the old boy up here [he taps his temple] but you've got something funny going on.
[Hilarious, really.]
But if you can admit that, maybe you're not so crazy after all. Nah, you'd be denying it to your grave.
[It's the sane man knowing he's insane, and the insane one insisting he's perfectly alright.]
Don't suppose you could tell your eloquent side to accept it too, huh?
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[He raises his glass, as if toasting to that notion, and takes a sip.]
You make it seem like a bit of a meter - am I completely mad, or just a little bit? I mean, it looks like "mentally stable" is off the table, here.
[He smiles, eyes narrowing in a slight fox-like look.]
I don't know how much I...ergh, he knows, if he really is that much of a separate personality. So I can't say. It doesn't seem like we're sharing each other's memories, anyhow.
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[There's a wry smile in a cloud of cigar smoke.]
People have funny ways of describing what's crazy and what's not. You know what's crazy? Throwing your life away in some pointless battle. But some, they call that heroism!
[A bark of laughter.]
But you got no communication at all with that guy, huh? You're sharing a brain, he ought to let you know when he's driving.
[Not even a whisper, Alfendi? For some reason, the idea of a voice in Alfendi's head...Dickson lowers his cigar, studying the counter top.]
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[He chuckles as he takes another sip, shoulders hunched over as he ponders what Dickson just said.]
What, like a soldier? Ah, some find some kind of honor in it, don't they? I wouldn't know. I'm not a fighter. It really depends on where a person comes from, right? Their experiences, their upbringing...
[He sighs, reaching upward to scratch at the back of his neck.]
Not at all, I'm afraid. It's radio silence from here. I suppose it's the same for him too. It's so strange...the feeling of someone else who happens to share your face and voice and name just existing. It doesn't feel real.
in another universe--
Dickson shakes his head, moving to dump some ash in an ashtray, for once.]
I think you mean, it depends on who raised 'em and put that idea in their head. That dyin' for a cause is admirable, somehow. I'd say living and doing what you want is preferable, but who knows. Maybe that's crazy.
[Hmm.
What a surprisingly civil conversation. Will this last??]
And maybe, you ought to communicate with 'im. Assuming he really is separate from you and just isn't hiding stuff 'cause he can. Don't know how you would, but it's in both your best interests.
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I think most things can be interpreted as crazy from different perspectives. Even something normal to us may be far beyond the realm of possibility for someone else.
[THIS IS A WEIRDLY CALM CONVERSATION. Good things never last.]
I have a few ideas for that. Even though we might have a gap between us, we'll be able to talk, in an unusual way. You're right, though. It'll benefit the both of us.
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Yeah, like you and murder. I distinctly recall you hollering about that, said it was "some courage"? Even when you're mad, you're soft.
[But still rude. Incredibly rude.
Dickson nods, and really, he's just satisfied that the madman and his buddy are going to communicate now. Maybe it'll cut down on the yelling?
No.]'Least now you'll be able to really trust yourself. That guy's gonna be your best friend.
[Or worst enemy...HE'S GUNNING FOR THE LATTER HONESTLY.]