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axmods. ([personal profile] ataraxites) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2013-11-07 08:59 pm

twenty fifth jump;

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: As you climb out of the pods, there's nothing particularly alarming to grab your attention (unless this is your first time, of course). The sensation of being watched over is present, but it's settled into the background, subtle and unobtrusive. And finally, your mind is quieter than before, or at least back to normal — your thoughts seem to finally be your own.



Can you see?





OPEN YOUR EYES.

LOOK CLOSER.


You wake up in darkness.


There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're deposited on the floor of a stark, sterile medical bay.

You are not alone.

There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.

After you catch your breath and your vision returns, you notice a number on the inside of your forearm. Maybe it's a familiar number. Maybe it means something. Maybe it's just a number. But the number—completely unique to you—is a tattoo, and it does not come off.

If you enter the room adjacent to the medbay, you will find a small locker with your number on it, surrounded by rows upon rows of identical lockers. Inside, you will find a few of your personal items, a communications device, and a ship's uniform in your exact size. The comms device is fully powered and connects directly to the ship's network; it's your only means of communication beyond physical conversation. Upon turning the device on, a neutral, automated voice will say, "Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters." Any other attempts at communicating with the rest of the network are met only with static.

This is your welcome party.
circumitus: I held one once. Then I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth out with wine. (babies are disgusting)

Rey | Lockers | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-11-08 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
For once, things are calm. There's no shouting in her head, no sudden images flashing, no foreign cravings for food she never would have otherwise desired... Her body and mind are, as far as she can tell, her own.

Which isn't saying much for Rey, who lived nearly a century living lives that weren't her own. Who's to say that the woman standing in this locker room now is her own person, and not just someone else's design?

Last month wasn't just an ordeal but a harsh reminder of her own shortcomings.

She pauses after pulling on some pants and a sleeveless shirt to look at the contents of her locker. Asides from the red dress and other apparel that she had pilfered from Cyllene, there is something there that is her own -- and she hadn't worn it in a long time. The dogtags her father had given to her belonging to an "R. Schuyler" dangled over the door of her locker. They came from a part of her life that she hadn't thought much about until last month, even though it wasn't necessarily herself reflecting upon them.

Then she flinches, wrenching herself back to the present before allowing herself to be stuck in a memory -- one of smoke and mortar and blood rising up from the dirt. Screams. She reaches for the dogtags, and--

"Dammit...!"

They fall, the metal chinking on the floor. The clumsiness of her missing fingers still takes some getting used to as she leans over to pick them up.
godofthemachine: (Whoa that's some freaky shit)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2013-11-11 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed that each month here, something new went wrong. Last month had been the time when he felt he had begun to lose a sense of himself, like this body was some sort of vessel. This human form wasn't him - it housed his mind and memories, but not his abilities. But perhaps his mind was losing itself from this form - it was succumbing to the limitations of humanity, perhaps. The knowledge that these memory games were part of the ship, something that everyone was experiencing, only did so much to bring him relief. Who was who anymore? His memories were floating out there in the open for these humans to grab. Losing his mind indeed, in more ways than one.

At least, though, he had awoken on this jump without any strange cravings. No strange feelings, strange impulses. As much as he could call his demeanor "himself," AM was indeed... mostly himself. But of course the memories were still on his mind, from all that had happened. Some of them had come from people he had not met, some were more obvious, and some... perhaps he had met the person, perhaps not. It was difficult to tell.

How many AIs are here? One set of memories certainly belongs to a being built by other men, but he can't quite tell who. Not that a glimpse of Rey has fallen out of his suspicion, however. As the metal clinks to the floor, AM turns his head to see her reach over to pick them up. He thinks about her, thinks about the possibility of how dangerous she can be. Thinks about what he knows about her. Could she have set that bed on fire? Was that her? Perhaps.

When Rey stands up from picking up her dog tags, she'll find AM standing right there, about a foot away, looking over her with mild curiosity.
circumitus: What if cement was really a rainbow color they just secretly paint it grey so as not to distract drivers? (what if...)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-11-13 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Rey does not startle easy. Aware of her surroundings as she is, she sees AM and isn't overtaken by the initial inclination to throw him over her shoulder. Much to his fortune, as that would have been a scene that neither of them necessarily needed.

Collecting the tags into her fist, the metal tinked together in her fist as she stared at him. She was not good at reading people, so if there's something that he wants she wouldn't know one way or the other if he would ever show it.

"Problem?" Rey asks simply.
godofthemachine: (Wait so what you're saying is--)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2013-11-13 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
It had been a while since the two of them had last spoken. Rey didn't seem to be one for many words. Strange - AM hadn't relied much on speech before his arrival here on the Tranquility, but it's become more of a necessity to move ahead and gain information. To be in close contact with the humans he so despises and yet so fascinate him...

Rey isn't a human. So markedly different and yet similar, it intrigues him. And with those memories, ambiguous in nature though they were, he can't help but wonder more and more... Each time he gazes at her face, into her eyes, he wants to know what lies hidden away.

"Tell me, Rey..." He begins, jumping straight to the point, "Do you remember the day of your birth, so to speak?"
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-11-14 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

At first, it seems like that's all there is to say. Rey doesn't owe anyone an explanation, and yet it isn't like her to withhold the truth as well.

After several seconds of silence, she finally adds: "April twenty-first, year twenty-fifty-six. The same year a great war broke out amongst the world powers. The first words I ever hear are, 'You are a vessel. You are born to die.'"

I am wicked.


"Yes, I remember."
godofthemachine: (Neutrality)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2013-11-14 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
'You are a vessel. You are born to die.'

Those words strike AM's memory precisely, as he recalls that vision of awakening in that room. So the memory finally has a face to it. That was surprisingly easy. Almost too easy, perhaps, as if she knows what is up. It's too poignant a memory, almost. However... Rey is an AI with a greater memory than any human could hope to have.

His gaze remains on her for a moment as he hears those words, forming connections in his mind, trying to piece together that particular memory, as well as others... No, he couldn't explicitly place Rey in any other memory without proof.

"So you do." Does he owe an explanation as to why he asked such a strange question? Not unless she asks for it. "Fascinating, how the AI mind can remember such a thing when the human mind cannot."
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-12-01 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
"It's more cumbersome. Memories can be filed away, erased -- or rewritten."

And Rey had experienced all of the above. Except for the middle part, which nothing went missing. The exact opposite, if nothing else.

Rey eyes AM pointedly. "If it's all the same to you it doesn't matter what you saw, neither do I care what I've seen of yours."

She had seen too much to care.
godofthemachine: (You're giving me a headache)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2013-12-02 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that's certainly an answer that is straight to the point. AM's approach was a bit too direct, he supposes. Rey is quick to catch on to his antics, a brilliant AI with a strange past. Was she able to identify him from his memories? It's very possible. Very likely. So she knows who he is now, or so AM has to assume in the worst case scenario. Play carefully.

"I'm merely curious, Rey," he responds flatly. "Attempting to sort through these memories."

But it's clear he's on the defensive now from her answer, as his lips are drawn into a faint scowl. Annoyed at the very least that his memories of his old life have escaped into the minds of others, that it is likely useless to pretend anymore. Unless she can be convinced otherwise.
circumitus: Seriously. Its 80 proof rum that was 8 bucks for a liter. I'm afraid. (you don't want any of i have)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-12-07 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
Unlike the many others, Rey hadn't been so quick to seek out those who shared in her memories. She dealt with the blood and the pain, having suffered much, much worse.

She looks down at the dogtags dangling at her neck -- nothing more than an old relic from a previous life she no longer lived.

"Been attempting to sort through memories for a much longer time. Doubt it gets easier."

There are still times in which she has trouble grounding herself to the present. Staring at little trinkets from the past most likely isn't doing her any favors.
godofthemachine: (Whoa that's some freaky shit)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2013-12-14 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
The dogtags are something AM isn't aware of the origin of. It's not like those memories have given him that much insight into Rey's past - she's still somewhat of an enigma, a puzzle for AM to solve. So very fragile and yet so destructive.

"Memories of others, or simply memories of your own?" he asks, curiosity once more aroused.
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-12-14 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Both."

Rey fiddles with the dogtags for a moment, then stops. Her eyes shift away.

"No, suppose all of my previous lives are my own, in a way. Not all of them are real, however."
godofthemachine: (Oh you)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2013-12-19 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Now he was starting to get somewhere. Unless everything Rey said was a complete lie, AM was gaining slight insight into Rey, her past, her mechanics. Unreal memories could be attributed to implanted memories or simply a terrible malfunction of her own corrupt data. (Holding the memories of so many, with the life she had lived... how much corrupt data did she have?)

"Memories are rarely real. It's easy to create a false memory in a human with the right tactics..." He began, his mind briefly drifting to the times of centuries ago.

But with a slight smile, he tipped his head just a bit. "But you're hardly human."
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2014-01-25 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps it wouldn't have been so much an outright lie as it could have been misinformation. With the falsities muddled together with actual events, it was like piecing together a great and complex puzzle.

But you are hardly human, he said. Which Rey shrugged at. "I try."

Even if she failed at it more often than not.