Oh yeah. So like. Back where I'm from, reality is sliced up like a layer cake. The one that everyone experiences is the one on top. But sometimes, things can happen. Things that awaken you to the idea of other layers underneath what you're seeing. The real nature of what reality actually is. That's what happened to me. Why I ended up the way I am now. And I don't know if this place works on the same principle, but let's just say I wouldn't be surprised.
I've been down to the sixth layer before. Deepest I've ever been. It gets bad down there.
Hard to tell which one comes first, but... your soul starts resonating with souls of others that are somewhere in that mess of layers. You start getting memories back from them, people you've never met before, people you've never seen and wouldn't even have known existed if it weren't for this.
We needed an app, like on our phones? We needed them to organize the whole thing. And that's why I say it's hard to tell what came first. I still don't know what awakened what, I just know that one day, I got awakened.
[ because, this— this was pretty crazy, and gaining memories that aren't yours is something he personally lives, but . . . not on layers, he believes? ]
If you start getting memories from people you don't know, or haven't met, they must be from others. You're connected to these others when you wake up?
One other person. And... it would be nice, right? But the reason we can resonate with their souls is because their worlds were destroyed. They only live on through us.
I know that's not answering many questions. Probably just introducing more. Ask away.
I've never heard anything like it before. There's something that reminds me of it, from home, but it's far from the same. [ in other words: interesting. ] Can you separate what's theirs and what's yours?
While it's happening, sure. The whole idea of it is that eventually they move into your body and mind completely, and I think the endgame was that you share, but nobody ever made it to endgame. I'm the closest anyone got, and the last one left. And even though I know she's still in here with me, she's been quiet for a while.
We're the same now, her and me. Anna Amarande and YoRHa Type-A No.2. One flesh, one soul. Sort of. I have all my memories and a lot of hers, and I have most of her body, and I have a lot of her actual, physical skills. And here I am, carrying her soul with me until the day we both die, hoping that she gets a better shot at life than she got back home.
[ he never really argued in full with mister mandalorian about it— but he knew the man’s stance, and he remembers until today. he remembers them all. the ones who have cared for him, the one who did him harm and then later had a change befall him. ]
I’ve met three androids before Trench. Two of them took care of me.
[she leaves her thoughts on cops on the side for now. if connor-51 got out then he is technically one of the good ones.]
Mm. Well, that just goes to show you that even in the same line, you're gonna get different kinds of people. We're all just... people, you know? We don't follow programming like that. It's all just part of what being humanity is like, even if it is artificial. And whether it's nature or nurture, it all comes down to having a soul and the freedom to make our own choices.
[ and he much cherishes that, even finds it beyond fascinating that this can be created. it's too advanced for falco's timeline, but being exposed to it hasn't done any malice— it's just broadened his horizons. ]
I'm almost there with your cake, Miss Anna. Do you eat? Mister Connor didn't have to, but he could taste. He helped me learn how to start cooking by myself.
I do eat. I'm a cyborg, so I still have some bio parts in me. (Neck up, mostly.) I don't get as much out of it as I used to, but I think digging into a cake like that is gonna fill me with more pride than I know what to do with.
Oh, right. I appreciate the formality, but it's just Anna, okay?
in lieu of incoming chaos, we can hand wave the rest of this to a soft sit down with rainbow cake!
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So like. Back where I'm from, reality is sliced up like a layer cake. The one that everyone experiences is the one on top.
But sometimes, things can happen. Things that awaken you to the idea of other layers underneath what you're seeing.
The real nature of what reality actually is.
That's what happened to me. Why I ended up the way I am now. And I don't know if this place works on the same principle, but let's just say I wouldn't be surprised.
I've been down to the sixth layer before. Deepest I've ever been.
It gets bad down there.
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You start getting memories back from them, people you've never met before, people you've never seen and wouldn't even have known existed if it weren't for this.
We needed an app, like on our phones? We needed them to organize the whole thing. And that's why I say it's hard to tell what came first.
I still don't know what awakened what, I just know that one day, I got awakened.
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[ because, this— this was pretty crazy, and gaining memories that aren't yours is something he personally lives, but . . . not on layers, he believes? ]
If you start getting memories from people you don't know, or haven't met, they must be from others. You're connected to these others when you wake up?
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And... it would be nice, right?
But the reason we can resonate with their souls is because their worlds were destroyed.
They only live on through us.
I know that's not answering many questions. Probably just introducing more. Ask away.
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The whole idea of it is that eventually they move into your body and mind completely, and I think the endgame was that you share, but nobody ever made it to endgame.
I'm the closest anyone got, and the last one left.
And even though I know she's still in here with me, she's been quiet for a while.
We're the same now, her and me. Anna Amarande and YoRHa Type-A No.2. One flesh, one soul. Sort of.
I have all my memories and a lot of hers, and I have most of her body, and I have a lot of her actual, physical skills.
And here I am, carrying her soul with me until the day we both die, hoping that she gets a better shot at life than she got back home.
not here
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She goes by A2 for short. Android from ten thousand years in my future.
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You design something to be the same as a human, it's gonna have a soul.
Did I just help you settle an argument?
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[ he never really argued in full with mister mandalorian about it— but he knew the man’s stance, and he remembers until today. he remembers them all. the ones who have cared for him, the one who did him harm and then later had a change befall him. ]
I’ve met three androids before Trench. Two of them took care of me.
IG-11 and Connor-51. I love them very much.
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Back in South Sister?
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We weren’t really friends.
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Mm. Well, that just goes to show you that even in the same line, you're gonna get different kinds of people.
We're all just... people, you know? We don't follow programming like that. It's all just part of what being humanity is like, even if it is artificial.
And whether it's nature or nurture, it all comes down to having a soul and the freedom to make our own choices.
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[ and he much cherishes that, even finds it beyond fascinating that this can be created. it's too advanced for falco's timeline, but being exposed to it hasn't done any malice— it's just broadened his horizons. ]
I'm almost there with your cake, Miss Anna. Do you eat? Mister Connor didn't have to, but he could taste. He helped me learn how to start cooking by myself.
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I don't get as much out of it as I used to, but I think digging into a cake like that is gonna fill me with more pride than I know what to do with.
Oh, right. I appreciate the formality, but it's just Anna, okay?
in lieu of incoming chaos, we can hand wave the rest of this to a soft sit down with rainbow cake!
I hope you like it.