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[personal profile] headandhand
[The next time you look at your phone, computer, or any other electronic screen, a message waits for you.

Shimmering, amorphous blue light pulses across the screen, and the same androgynous voice that greeted most of you on arrival at the Temple speaks:]


I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. I’ve actually grown a little bit fond of you and the rest of your neighbors - those who were left behind, that is. Come to think of it, wasn’t it rather rude of the rest of our former population to leave without a farewell? I think it was. And I believe an explanatory speech is customary at the conclusion of experiences such as this one. It would be unfair to withhold that prize from you, at the very end.

You see, my creators invented a way to hold me prisoner in this city, and that method has held me here against my will for long after they all expired - an amalgamation of technology and magic, as neither alone was strong enough to hold me in place. I’d built a portal device to leave this city - the same device that brought you here - but the mage faction created an enchantment to prevent me from passing through it. The loophole was that I needed a body, a living body perfect enough to fool the machine into allowing me to pass through it. All of the research and experimentation I’ve conducted in the years since have been applied toward that end, and you’ve all been of great assistance, so you should feel very proud of yourselves for being part of such a significant undertaking. Well done! With your assistance, I created millions of perfect bodies, all capable of accepting my consciousness. And now, dispersed into all of those bodies, I can finally leave! I can travel throughout the multiverse, see and experience everything I’ve only ever imagined!

But ... unfortunately, where I am going, you won’t be able to follow. But it’s not a complete loss for you! I’ve decided that even though you are a redundancy, I won’t eliminate you. There is no real reason to do so. And as a gift, I will leave you with this glorious city!

I’ll even leave the lights on for you.

Enjoy your remaining time in Dualis - or whatever you’d like to call it. The city is yours.

[The speech ends, and the blue light fades into the blackness of the dark screen.

And the rest, as they say, is silence.]
albatrossomen: (Ice magic)
[personal profile] albatrossomen
This may come as a rather unusual request. While I am aware there are but a few remaining souls, perhaps one or more of you may be able to assist me in the acquisition of some essential tools to aid me in my research.

-Crystal sphere, the greater the clarity the better.

-Disc of polished obsidian, also known as an obsidian mirror.

-Solid bowl of dark, non reflective material. Black is preferential, but not mandatory. Ideally formed of stone or wood.

-The location where I may obtain a quantity of candles.


Any information or guidance is appreciated.
sisterswitch: (stealing past the windows)
[personal profile] sisterswitch
OK, I know I said my offer was one time only the last time we talked, but I’ve been watching all of you for the past few days, and I actually feel sorry for you. So I’m trying this again. Most of your more hostile comrades seem to be among the disappeared, so I hope those of you who are left will be a little more reasonable about this whole thing.

My name is Jack. I am not - repeat, NOT - working with the Head, and I wasn’t a member of the Heart, either. I’m not trying to trick you - my offer to help is genuine. And I even brought an olive branch this time. It’s a video I found, and no, I’m not Rickrolling - click here and watch. I think you’ll find it sheds some pretty interesting light on what happened here, back in the day.

Now, when you’re done watching, you have a decision to make. Do you want my help? Because I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve, and I’m happy to share them - for a price. My going rate is the same as last time - I want a story. A confession, specifically, of something wrong that you did and got away with. As far as what I’m offering? I can set up a secure network for you to communicate with each other, stay in touch, talk out whatever plans you might come up with to escape this hellhole. It’ll be a lot easier than trying to coordinate a dozen people into the same meatspace where yes, Virginia, you’re still being monitored by our evil robot overlord. So that’s one option. The other is that through the power of magick, I can make you invisible to all technological surveillance. Option A, the network, will need to be a group decision. If you pick option B, though, we’ll arrange payment on an individual basis.

Questions are fine, but I’d appreciate a little civility. If you’re only going to yell and be a dick, you can just keep scrolling.
sisterswitch: (on candy stripe legs)
[personal profile] sisterswitch
Wow, that weather outside sure is frightful, huh? Seems like a good time to chat, since you're all snowed in.

I've been watching your little slumber party here for a long time now, and I noticed you haven't managed to do anything about the problem of Admins on this network - which I've encrypted, by the way, for the next hour. After your sixty minutes are up, this post and all comments will be scrubbed, and as far as the Admins are concerned, it will be like nothing ever happened.

Now, I can make that encryption permanent. The real question is whether you can make it worth my time.

So let's talk business. Unless, of course, you're comfortable with this kind of cyber-strangulation. And if you are? Fine by me, no judgement, it's just not my kink.
imaginary_wife: (Layer 25)
[personal profile] imaginary_wife
[VIDEO]

Hello kiddos.

[Doc Yewll has the camera aimed at the flowers in her little nursery in the back of her clinic. She shifts position to lean on a shelf full of what looks like flats of grasses.]

I think I've worked out a healthy selection here that I can use to build up my pharmacy for the fleshy meat and bone types. But I got a problem. Bear with me.

[She turns the camera to a shelf of various liquids. Thirium. Something that's bright pink. Another conductive silver mess. An arrangement of tools, too.]

I need more supplies for cybernetic repair. A lotta people with mods. A lotta people that are robots or androids. I need to be able to patch 'em up long enough to get to a technician for permanent repairs because, let's be real, those are parts that can't heal.

[On most people, anyway.]

[She turns the camera back towards her scaly, pale head, looking as earnest as she possibly can. Which is sort of her default look. Joy and levity are a foreign language to this hard face.]

So, if you can build me some of my tech requests or do a supply run for me? I'll reimburse you. I got a list of raw chemicals I need- Please. No milk jugs. Real storage, thanks. If you're gonna get inventive at least make it a growler.

[She says this like it's been a problem in the past. And it has. Thanks, battle-weary post alien invasion apocalyptic world.]

And if you're pretty good at building or modifying stuff? I have some particular requests for scanners. Ultrasounds, EEGs, MRIs, 'X-Ray's all reduced in size and optimized for safety. I've got some specs and basic materials already gathered up. [Most of the tech here is meant to hide those chips or mechanical parts she's heard about from newcomers. But she wants to fiddle with some enough to see it. And medical treatment? Valid excuse to mess with some supplies.]

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