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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[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.]