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goneawayworld2021-04-10 09:37 pm
goneawaymod) wrote in goneawayworld2021-04-10 09:37 pm
3..2...1...CONTACT!
Who: The New Hires
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After "Don't Touch That Dial"
Warnings/Notes: Possible in every memory, warn in subject lines.
Contact.
It's during a pause in their day. A nap. An idle moment looking across the Top Deck. Taking a slow breath between reps in the training room.
The New Hires are connected. Mental pathways locking together, they're forced into one another's innermost beings. Thrust into one another's memory palaces where the mind collects and stores everything that makes them who they are. The core of their beings are only a few steps away and no one can help the violation.
To make matters worse, it comes with no explanation or no ability to pull out and stop. Once they're through the first memory, perhaps they can find a way out, but they're already witnessing some event from their host's past. And, if they left, who knows whether or not they'd end up accidentally invading another memory palace?
And if they were there, who was in theirs?
[[So, how this works: the memories can either be viewed in spectator mode or the guest can be experiencing everything themselves. The person whose memories are being shown, the host, can watch as their current self or take the form they had of their past self. They can talk about the memory with the "guest" that's visiting.
They cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people after. Of course, there's also always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up other memories unbidden.]]
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After "Don't Touch That Dial"
Warnings/Notes: Possible in every memory, warn in subject lines.
Contact.
It's during a pause in their day. A nap. An idle moment looking across the Top Deck. Taking a slow breath between reps in the training room.
The New Hires are connected. Mental pathways locking together, they're forced into one another's innermost beings. Thrust into one another's memory palaces where the mind collects and stores everything that makes them who they are. The core of their beings are only a few steps away and no one can help the violation.
To make matters worse, it comes with no explanation or no ability to pull out and stop. Once they're through the first memory, perhaps they can find a way out, but they're already witnessing some event from their host's past. And, if they left, who knows whether or not they'd end up accidentally invading another memory palace?
And if they were there, who was in theirs?
[[So, how this works: the memories can either be viewed in spectator mode or the guest can be experiencing everything themselves. The person whose memories are being shown, the host, can watch as their current self or take the form they had of their past self. They can talk about the memory with the "guest" that's visiting.
They cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people after. Of course, there's also always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up other memories unbidden.]]
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If Brainy isn't going to be upset - or at least, let the upset show - she'll mirror his calm.
"'Cause, like, if this was their way of trynna make sure you didn't go bad..." Saturday trails off, not sure how to put it. "Like if I had someone I was this scared of, an' for whatever reason I couldn't just kill 'em, I'd sure as hell be tryin' not to piss 'em off or make 'em hate me. Which, they had to see that was the likely outcome to all this, right?"
She waves at the room generally.
"They look like proper aliens, with teleporter beams and lightspeed an' all, they've got to know how cause and effect works an' the fuckin... minimum you gotta do to keep a kid sane. Do any of them realize how damn lucky they got, they you didn't end up mad an' bad or worse?"
Heat slips out there, despite her calmest intentions. This place is long ago and far away, and Brainy is an adult with friends who value him. But it still makes her want to rip open time and punch a motherfucker in the face - for being fucking stupid, if not for the child abuse.
She sighs.
"You don't gotta get into it. Isn't like we choose what people see."
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His brow furrows.
"I don't think their aims were to actually prevent anyone in our family line from becoming supervillains. My mother was treated the same way and became a sociopath, and almost killed me. My son, who was genetically engineered - our way of conceiving children - without my knowledge, almost conquered the galaxy. I fortunately intervened just in time to save him from that existence. To take him away from all this to a place where he could be loved. And thankfully, he's healing."
He tries to articulate a truth he's known for a long time.
"It was never about preventing us from following in my ancestor's footsteps. My species has a sense of xenocentric superiority due to our status of being one of the most intelligent species in the galaxy. They deeply resent any beings exceeding the baseline of the average Coluan intelligence. It was even discovered recently that they tried to discreetly destroy the Roboticans multiple times due to robotic life exceeding the Coluan intellectual norm, and due to machine life menacing Colu in the past."
They hated anything that challenged the average most Coluans could come close to attaining and had a long memory for any attacks.
"Some species engage in various forms of hatred for the Other: racial hatred, xenophobia, hatred for minorities that have diverse sexual and gender orientations, and so on. For my species, anyone that stands out as intellectually superior is a freak of nature that needs to be controlled. Punished. The fact that my mother, son, and I were descended from a monstrous genocidal maniac just made it easier to excuse, so they could pretend they were too evolved for general bigotry."
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A little ork girl appears briefly in the center of the room, teary-eyed and fearful, looking at them like she doesn't know if she's going to get hit or hugged. She's gone as fast as she appears, as Saturday politely takes hold of her mind and banishes the memory.
"It worked out in the end. She came to the Center an' we met an' nobody fucks with my friends, now or ever. I sorted it, an' when we grew up a bit she could sort it herself. So that's all right."
She leans back a bit on the bed, thinking about what Brainy mentioned before: his fear of himself, of what he could become. It makes a little more sense now, in that not-making-sense way things do when they go straight to the bone. Be hated; hate in return. The only way out of that game is deciding not to play, and sticking to it no matter who tries to make you or how.
"Gettin' your kid out an' breaking that cycle is a good thing. Doesn't make all the rest worth it, but it's something to be proud of. Lotta people who didn't even have it this bad can't manage as much."