[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
[ he sidles up to a bookcase-- that looks more like a rock collection, if you don't know much about Terra. he lets his fingers play over each one... ]
How much of this could I bear to part with for kindling, I wonder...?
[ ah. there's one he doesn't much care to keep extant in the pasture. some theoretical principles behind creating stable anti-magic fields, a la the Gulug Stone.
let's chop and print over the important parts of THAT, with the nitty gritty details of the New Plan. The exact kind of bulb. Where he'd put the chunk of recycled interpeter inside it. Dimensions for what is, essentially, going to be the most hackneyed popsicle-stick generator he's ever made.
It doesnt need longevity, after all, it just needs to WORK and be able to be contrived in a BARNYARD.
... Now if something happens the idea of it isn't trapped, or lost, in his own skull. ]
[ but getting to taunt her with his potential weakness obscured by her salvation is sooooo worth it though ]
[ the defaced "book" he carries with him into the kitchen, along with the note. and then he puts her amended checklist up on the fridge with some magnets. thinks.
writes "READ ASAP" on it. Addressed to no one in specific. Fuck it. If the rest of Rose reads the plan, mores the better for sourcing the ingredients. ]
[Bold of you to assume there isn't a book and/or crystal in this entire barn she hasn't already ransacked for knowledge as soon as the library manifested. She was trying to find instructions for Aides, after all.]
[...Whether she was fully able to grock the contents is another story.]
[It's hours before he gets any kind of response, so if the timeline was shaky before, it probably is even moreso now. Is it day? Is it night? Is Angie a man? Or a wolf? It is a mystery.]
[...But eventually a cube pops up.]
I don't know enough about genome biology. If a function ball is removed, does the whole person die, or can the ball be replaced into the body -- or a different body -- with the living soul still attached?
she reaches a wolfcube with a cartoon bone in its mouth. he daintily puts it down. Ahems. ]
If the brain has matured to the point it can support itself autonomously, the body doesn't die. This can take months to years depending on the amount of lifestyle stress placed on the individual...
The soul doesn't attach to it any more than any other part of the body; in this world, anyway, I have concluded we are considered to inhabit in some amount all parts of our physical frame. Consider it more like a gate that eases the passage of a foreign soul into the flesh. So... you'd want to keep the body alive to keep everything well anchored, I suppose...
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On that note, having one WILL make you more intrinsically vulnerable to possession.
...That one can learn to compensate for with practice, so don't even start.
[ the "practice" is at least a partial lie. That one time people summoned a fish god angie literally went and hid at the other end of the pasture so that he could avoid it MAYBE getting grabby. ]
Might run out of power and have to start healing you through it to get a COMPLETE body, but if you're not too precious about having all your skin right away...
We take the ball from your limbus duplicate. If we can't get it to interface with the interpreter -- which we should definitely try first -- when I die, we put my soul directly into the ball. The ball will then, theoretically, become functional, and we inscribe my genetics on it.
Then we cannibalize the interpreter, toss the ball in a vat or whatever, and boil it until it's cooked.
On the one hand, this would be more streamlined if we didnt have to do the hokey-pokey with a third-party soul. On the other hand, I don't love the idea of being conscious for any of that.
In the trials I've done, a limbus body part doesn't take on the properties of meat until it gets attached to a living, ensouled body. If it's cut off, it returns to being plant matter.
Since the ball isn't exactly meat, I don't know if it can or can't be used while it's inanimate. I have to assume not, just because this place seems to be intentionally making this as hard as possible.
But how much of a body is needed to put a soul in it? If I stuck a disembodied arm in the fountain, would that be enough? If so, could we do that to the ball?
Another thing I'm wondering is, if we stuck the ball inside my body -- whether the original one or a limbus copy -- and then shone a light on me, would the ball repair my failing parts with the "idealized" body it's been programmed with?
[ grrrrRRRRRs and just flops on the ground. The wolfcube is laying on its side looking grumpy. ]
"Ever wanted to be vivisected? Free drugs to make the experience painless and euphoric! Make a memory you won't soon forget! Guaranteed to save a life!"
We'd need a chip reader, a new chip, something to write the data on it, and a new gun to install it. Even if we could get the stuff from Red, I don't know if I'll have enough time or stamina to get it done before it self-destructs.
I think...
If I at least have a body that's not decaying around me, I'll be able to serve the prison time until I can get a new one.
So, if it can't be saved... at least maybe I still can be.
I got the contact info for the Disguise Demon. It thrives on despair, so I'm sure I have enough laying around to pay it with.
Crescendo also suggested summoning the Doki-Doki Demon for help, since she's kinder than most. If she trades in love, then... well. I'm at a loss there.
You know... Your Name's always in a hurry to prove herself. Why not get her to summon one? "We need a deal with a demon to record a special message to keep it safe." Then you and I keep working on what we NEED to be.
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[ he sidles up to a bookcase-- that looks more like a rock collection, if you don't know much about Terra. he lets his fingers play over each one... ]
How much of this could I bear to part with for kindling, I wonder...?
[ ah. there's one he doesn't much care to keep extant in the pasture. some theoretical principles behind creating stable anti-magic fields, a la the Gulug Stone.
let's chop and print over the important parts of THAT, with the nitty gritty details of the New Plan. The exact kind of bulb. Where he'd put the chunk of recycled interpeter inside it. Dimensions for what is, essentially, going to be the most hackneyed popsicle-stick generator he's ever made.
It doesnt need longevity, after all, it just needs to WORK and be able to be contrived in a BARNYARD.
...
Now if something happens the idea of it isn't trapped, or lost, in his own skull. ]
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[ the defaced "book" he carries with him into the kitchen, along with the note. and then he puts her amended checklist up on the fridge with some magnets. thinks.
writes "READ ASAP" on it. Addressed to no one in specific. Fuck it. If the rest of Rose reads the plan, mores the better for sourcing the ingredients. ]
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[...Whether she was fully able to grock the contents is another story.]
[It's hours before he gets any kind of response, so if the timeline was shaky before, it probably is even moreso now. Is it day? Is it night? Is Angie a man? Or a wolf? It is a mystery.]
[...But eventually a cube pops up.]
I don't know enough about genome biology. If a function ball is removed, does the whole person die, or can the ball be replaced into the body -- or a different body -- with the living soul still attached?
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she reaches a wolfcube with a cartoon bone in its mouth. he daintily puts it down. Ahems. ]
If the brain has matured to the point it can support itself autonomously, the body doesn't die. This can take months to years depending on the amount of lifestyle stress placed on the individual...
The soul doesn't attach to it any more than any other part of the body; in this world, anyway, I have concluded we are considered to inhabit in some amount all parts of our physical frame. Consider it more like a gate that eases the passage of a foreign soul into the flesh. So... you'd want to keep the body alive to keep everything well anchored, I suppose...
...
On that note, having one WILL make you more intrinsically vulnerable to possession.
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Is that right?
[seems like she has been wasting some opportunities...!]
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[ the "practice" is at least a partial lie. That one time people summoned a fish god angie literally went and hid at the other end of the pasture so that he could avoid it MAYBE getting grabby. ]
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So putting my soul in a disembodied function ball and growing a body around it is unfeasible, is what I'm hearing. Is that correct?
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Would that eliminate the need to use a third party to prime it?
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Then we cannibalize the interpreter, toss the ball in a vat or whatever, and boil it until it's cooked.
On the one hand, this would be more streamlined if we didnt have to do the hokey-pokey with a third-party soul. On the other hand, I don't love the idea of being conscious for any of that.
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Since the ball isn't exactly meat, I don't know if it can or can't be used while it's inanimate. I have to assume not, just because this place seems to be intentionally making this as hard as possible.
But how much of a body is needed to put a soul in it? If I stuck a disembodied arm in the fountain, would that be enough? If so, could we do that to the ball?
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There's a lot of untrod territory here.
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What steps are stopping us from from ensouling the body and butchering it today for the Function Ball, then coding it? They don't rot.
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Also, once the soul is removed from the encoded ball, it may turn back into plant material and no longer work to grow a body around it.
...Could we get an original, non-limbus function ball from Red, do you think?
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"Ever wanted to be vivisected? Free drugs to make the experience painless and euphoric! Make a memory you won't soon forget! Guaranteed to save a life!"
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I'm dying anyway, one way or another.
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[ pause. ]
And we're still at square nothing for the chip? No notes left behind on ponyboy's part, or observations you'd heard him make?
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We'd need a chip reader, a new chip, something to write the data on it, and a new gun to install it. Even if we could get the stuff from Red, I don't know if I'll have enough time or stamina to get it done before it self-destructs.
I think...
If I at least have a body that's not decaying around me, I'll be able to serve the prison time until I can get a new one.
So, if it can't be saved... at least maybe I still can be.
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[ just... laying still. ]
So...
All we would really need NOW is SOME kind of copy of the signal sent by the chip, regardless of if we can do anything with it yet or not.
...
Wonder if there's an echo demon.
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Crescendo also suggested summoning the Doki-Doki Demon for help, since she's kinder than most. If she trades in love, then... well. I'm at a loss there.
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