[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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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.]