[Charlie, you're a moron. As this is an understood constant of this universe, House skips mentioning it for the time being and just gives his tablet a Look. One that Charlie can't see given that House is using audio, but the Look is there in spirit in the brief silence.]
To test something. Maybe their fancy new gizmo that brings people here from other universes? They clearly screwed that up considering they've got all these anomalies, too.
[Charlie nods like that makes sense. It kind of does, actually. There's gotta be a gizmo somewhere bringing them all hear from different places, considering they're all... like... from different places...
Speaking of which, that reminds him.]
Hey, you were the one who that the theory about like, this place being the Matrix, right? Like, uh, this whole town is fake and we're in a computer or whatever?
Really? 'Cause like, that, um. Well that sucks if it's true, y'know? If this is all some kinda virtual reality thing or whatever. Like, that makes everything way freakier than it already is.
This probably isn't entirely a simulation. A better theory's some sort of augmented reality. Some of it's real, some of it's just crap the nanomachines in our brains throw up for us to see.
[What! That's so way different from the Matrix. Still scary, thinking about how he might be hallucinating because of that weird blood stuff, but definitely less scary than being trapped in a computer world where everything and everyone is fake.]
Oh! Yeah, I mean, that makes sense. [He pauses.] D'you think that's how people die and come back? Like, maybe they don't really die at all. It just feels like dying. [Which would also mean he doesn't really know what it feels like to die, and he would be a-okay with that.]
[Charlie, everything you're seeing may be fake. You're just out in the real world. That's scarier.
He does cast a glance over toward Wilson before lowering his voice and responding.]
Who the hell knows with the deaths. Some of them, probably. Maybe they've got some bullshit suspended animation thing they do, as well. I got stabbed in the heart. It sure as hell felt like dying.
Really? Wow. But, uhh, yeah, I know what you mean. [About the dying part, not the stabbing part.] So... You figure that like, when people die and come back it's that animation thing you said, and when they don't, then, uh, they died for real? Maybe like that?
Maybe. Or they're just being held in longer suspension. Look at that Levi guy. He was 'dead' for almost a month. I think the systems in the morgue try to revive all the bodies at least once a day.
That sounds kinda like we're robots or something. What keeps 'em from booting back up again, if that's what's going on? And, shit, man. That means that maybe any of the people who've died could still come back.
More like fleshbots. We're something organic. What keeps them from reviving everyone is limited resources and, I'm guessing, an imperfect revival system. There are corpses in mass graves here. They clearly didn't get the immortality thing down perfectly.
Don't bother hoping for the dead. A lot of them probably aren't coming back. We've got three and a half months left here before we're all irradiated to death or worse.
[He's a bucket of optimism and rainbows, Charlie. It might be better just to not talk to him.]
[Gross, but interesting. He examines his hands, wondering what the tell-tale signs of a fleshbot would be. Either way, he's pretty sure he's not a fleshbot. His hands look the same as they did before he got here, more or less. They feel the same, too. Just colder. He'd notice if his hands were different.
Then again, he hasn't seen the rest of his body in awhile. It's too cold and he's stuck in the same clothes forever, so why would he? Oh, shit.]
I bet that's why it's freezing here all the time! It's to keep us from checking ourselves out for signs of being fleshbots. If it was warmer and we had other clothes and stuff, we'd spot that shit right away.
[He is so super onto something!! But, also:]
Uh. Nah, dude. We'll bust outta here before any of that happens.
They control our senses. It wouldn't matter if we were in the Bahamas wearing swimsuits. You can't trust everything here. Augmented reality. And they're augmenting it from within our own bodies with these nanomachines.
[He's not touching your bullshit optimism. It's too much effort to tear that down, too.]
Oh. Uhh, yeah, that's what I meant. That makes sense. [He nods like yes totally they have been on the same page this whole time.]
Right, um, listen bro, I should get rollin' before it gets too late 'cause I gotta find another place to stay in and stuff, but uh... This has been cool. Thanks for jammin' with me.
[He's not lying, not really, but he's a little bummed that his cool music bro has just called him a moron. Charlie thought they were doing some neat brain stuff, but he dropped the ball in there somewhere, apparently. Damn.]
We gotta hook up and play together at some point, for sure. So, uh, see you around?
[He means that honestly. House really wants a guitar. He might even suffer Zell to get one. And he'll certainly suffer Charlie's stupidity if it means jamming out.]
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To test something. Maybe their fancy new gizmo that brings people here from other universes? They clearly screwed that up considering they've got all these anomalies, too.
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Speaking of which, that reminds him.]
Hey, you were the one who that the theory about like, this place being the Matrix, right? Like, uh, this whole town is fake and we're in a computer or whatever?
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Really? 'Cause like, that, um. Well that sucks if it's true, y'know? If this is all some kinda virtual reality thing or whatever. Like, that makes everything way freakier than it already is.
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This probably isn't entirely a simulation. A better theory's some sort of augmented reality. Some of it's real, some of it's just crap the nanomachines in our brains throw up for us to see.
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Oh! Yeah, I mean, that makes sense. [He pauses.] D'you think that's how people die and come back? Like, maybe they don't really die at all. It just feels like dying. [Which would also mean he doesn't really know what it feels like to die, and he would be a-okay with that.]
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He does cast a glance over toward Wilson before lowering his voice and responding.]
Who the hell knows with the deaths. Some of them, probably. Maybe they've got some bullshit suspended animation thing they do, as well. I got stabbed in the heart. It sure as hell felt like dying.
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[Right?]
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Don't bother hoping for the dead. A lot of them probably aren't coming back. We've got three and a half months left here before we're all irradiated to death or worse.
[He's a bucket of optimism and rainbows, Charlie. It might be better just to not talk to him.]
what a good halloween tag that was
[Gross, but interesting. He examines his hands, wondering what the tell-tale signs of a fleshbot would be. Either way, he's pretty sure he's not a fleshbot. His hands look the same as they did before he got here, more or less. They feel the same, too. Just colder. He'd notice if his hands were different.
Then again, he hasn't seen the rest of his body in awhile. It's too cold and he's stuck in the same clothes forever, so why would he? Oh, shit.]
I bet that's why it's freezing here all the time! It's to keep us from checking ourselves out for signs of being fleshbots. If it was warmer and we had other clothes and stuff, we'd spot that shit right away.
[He is so super onto something!! But, also:]
Uh. Nah, dude. We'll bust outta here before any of that happens.
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[Just saying, bro.]
They control our senses. It wouldn't matter if we were in the Bahamas wearing swimsuits. You can't trust everything here. Augmented reality. And they're augmenting it from within our own bodies with these nanomachines.
[He's not touching your bullshit optimism. It's too much effort to tear that down, too.]
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Right, um, listen bro, I should get rollin' before it gets too late 'cause I gotta find another place to stay in and stuff, but uh... This has been cool. Thanks for jammin' with me.
[He's not lying, not really, but he's a little bummed that his cool music bro has just called him a moron. Charlie thought they were doing some neat brain stuff, but he dropped the ball in there somewhere, apparently. Damn.]
We gotta hook up and play together at some point, for sure. So, uh, see you around?
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[He means that honestly. House really wants a guitar. He might even suffer Zell to get one. And he'll certainly suffer Charlie's stupidity if it means jamming out.]