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Post by "Bill" on Sept 14, 2021 11:06:43 GMT -8
*Another day in the confines of Electopian Geothermal. Embera writing report after report on the types of viruses being leaked around the entryway near the mouth of the volcano. She noted again, that although virus activity has increased more than usual, she was able to chalk it up to nefarious opportunists trying to salvage and disrupt any data they could access, and continued recommending the severance to the internet as a whole.*
Embera:"In spite of the increase in virus volume, the overall strength of each malware has remained steadily low...as such...I have no cause to believe any coordinated efforts to disrupt the Electopian power grid, or any such endeavors that would lead The Company to be considered a target."
*As she was finishing her document, Embera decided to get another opinion. She closed her eyes at the table, before letting out a yawn. Then, she focused her energies inward, before her chest began to glow a dull gray-blue. Inside her mind, she again, found herself atop the ornate monolith that has been planted into her consciousness. Carrying a copy of the papers that are on her desk, the internal figment of Embera approached the being facing the window, which overlooked everything Embera could see.*
Embera: Eon, would you mind proofreading my report before I submit it? I just want to make sure it looks right for when they retrieve my files.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 14, 2021 11:47:29 GMT -8
And here, in all of his glory, is where the visage of the Time-Space Nightmare stands. His eyes flash all colors as he looks to Embera, his brow furled in frustration at the menial task requested.
Eon: Embera, I am a being designed to manipulate the very fabric of time and space, not a word-processor.
These flashing eyes then turn to the side, looking away from Embera in a manner that displays discomfort at the situation.
Eon: ...I'm also dyslexic, so my proof-reading capabilities are dubious at best.
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 14, 2021 12:17:53 GMT -8
*Embera looked directly at Eon's eyes, as they flashed at her. Had they always been so colorful? As his brow furrowed, she pursed her lips in a half-hearted smile as she let out a small sigh.*
Embera: That's unfortunate about the dyslexia. They really designed you for one thing and everything else an afterthought...I think that's really unfair, but I'm a little jealous.
*Embera approached Eon, as she looked out her own eyes and examined the office in a different perspective.*
Embera: You can stand there with frustration, and bitterly tell me why you exist. You KNOW your purpose. I...wasn't even designed, Eon. I'm an aberration, a weird little quirk when too much fire-data picked up the signature of a navi. I don't have a why. Never did. People like to give me their why, and that makes me a weapon. Usually I follow along, because I mean, who doesn't want to feel needed or wanted, right? But it's never my why. Even now, I don't exist because EGT needs a virus buster and internet liaison with no way into their systems, I am merely Embera, who could do this service for them. For now, this life is nice, though I have those pains when I'm all alone, wondering what I'm supposed to do.
*She looks over to Eon, and dematerializes the documents from her hand, as she stretches it out to his shoulder.*
Embera: What do you want Eon?
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 14, 2021 12:31:33 GMT -8
Eon glances upwards as Embera asks her question, then raises his hand, palm up, between the two of them.
Eon: And this is where our roads split, so to speak:
Atop Eon's hand, an image of the globe appears, with data showing creation statistics on countless Navis active currently.
An over-emphasis on the circumstances of one's origin and goals. The two of us differ on many levels, and this is perhaps the one that contrasts the harshest. You were generated out of a programming error, I was specifically made for a lofty goal. In the end, you've given yourself a goal to work towards, a truth to seek. Me? My desire is simply to exist; and in this I'm succeeding greatly, with all due thanks given to your willingness to allow me the freedom.
Eon closes his hand, causing the globe to disappear.
Eon: In short; I'm content. I've already attained all that I want for the time being. I will let you know if I want anything else moving forward.
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 14, 2021 12:49:17 GMT -8
*Embera listened as Eon spoke, the plainness in his voice felt not emotionless, but rather as he explained, content. Her smile became more earnest, before letting out a small chuckle.*
Embera: Amazing how we can be so different, you and I. Your contentment with simply existing in a neutral state feels like something to aspire to! I'm almost fidgety if I'm not executing some kind of task. I'm very grateful that I have been able to bring at least some good to you. I can't help but feel there's more I could do for you, but as you've said, there isn't any more you even want right now. I do enjoy your company, Eon. And, regardless of your feelings about the situation, I'm glad you found me.
*Embera gives an assuring nod, as she begins walking towards the shifting door mirroring the two of them.*
Embera: And please, if you ever need anything, even if it's just to talk, don't hesitate to reach out to me.
*With a smile, the figment fades into the door, rippling away, as the now fully cognizant Embera places her report onto the outbox pile, and started writing her summary.*
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 14, 2021 14:31:29 GMT -8
Eon simply nods at Embera's statements and offer, showing her obvious gratitude in his action.
Eon: And I appreciate your willingness to share your energy so that I may experience this world. While I can't do much as I am now, I do offer you any assistance that I can provide.
Eon waves rather awkwardly as Embera leaves, still not entirely sure how to properly respond to her at this point.
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