Masks 17.4 - Jason chats with ... himself [Cutscene]

This takes place … probably the afternoon of that next day, right after school.

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I sit in my room, in the dark. It’s an artificial dark – it’s still day out. But the armored shutters on the window over the garden are closed and sealed. They’re good (I’m told, it’s never been tested for real) against 20mm armor piercing shells, and an equivalent amount amount laser, maser, sonics, lightning and other such threats. If something bigger is necessary, Dad said the whole residential bloc could drop into a reinforced subbasement. Not elegantly like a Neon Genesis Tokyo 3, more like scramming a nuclear pile, but it could be –

Distractions. They’re my constant enemy. Scientific equations. Pop culture trivia. Beautiful women with tits out to here. Friends. Enemies. Homework. Keeping up on tech journals. Keeping up on the DVR. So many ways to be distracted from what’s really important. Rescuing Dad. Helping the City. And now, protecting the team.

I sat on my ass for months. Dad was dead. Amir was all squirrely. (Or was he another distraction? Is that thought a distraction, too?) Things went along their own way. Dad was dead. I was alive. Dr. Chin was dead. Alycia was … a threat. But it was sort of a Phoney War kind of thing. I stayed up late. I got up late. I sulked. I sat around the house. No thought required, none exercised. Any time thoughts were going to intrude, I had plenty to distract me from them. Still do.

And now, here I am. The Menagerie. The whole thing. The team. And I’m in charge. And sometimes that’s a crushing weight, and sometimes that’s a distraction, too.

And sometimes, I want to be distracted.

(I’ve gone back and forth on the whole “what does being leader mean?” thing. I know it’s not being The Guy Giving Orders. Not me, and not with this group. But it’s more than the guy with the contact information on the AEGIS forms. Right now I’m working from the “I’m responsible for the group and its welfare and its members’ welfare” angle. That may still be too big, but … it’s a working hypothesis.)

(O, hai, distraction!)

I clear my mind.

Numina.

So I’ve been doing this Artificial Intelligence thing for a while. Dealing with the AI that Dad left behind. Creating new AI for myself. Looking for someone to talk with.

But now I’ve closed the windows. Turned off the lights. Cut off the computer inputs and mics and speakers and holographic projectors for thirty minutes.
I can’t talk with anyone. That’s the idea.

I’ve been alone for months. Even before then, I was … not in a position to talk. I mean, with whom?

Dad? You’re not studying properly. How do you expect to measure up to anything?

Rusty? Shoot some people, Jason, it will make you feel better.

Amir? I’m a Quill, too, Jason. Get off your high horse and support the family.

And now, here I am. And I’m talking to so many people. But are they the right people? Or the right not-people?

Alycia.

I mean, I’m smart. I’m aware. I do those funky personality issue quizzes on the Internet, and the better ones on the Quill system. So I’m clever enough to know I have an obsession over the woman who wants to kill me. Because she’s smart, and she’s funny, and she almost killed me, and I almost killed her, and we–

In the Middle Ages, men and women were mated for state purposes. They occasionally came to love one another. They were often indifferent – and unfaithful – to each other. Sometimes they hated each other, and sought out their mates’ destruction.

Who is Alycia Chin? How does she feel about me? (How do I feel about her? Or is that too sensitive a question to ask myself yet?)

I don’t know. I have fragments of memories of experiences. I have publicity statements by her at the grounds of terrorist attacks that haven’t (quite) killed anyone, but were meant as a message for me.

I have the fragments of a personality trojan horse that she intentionally planted to talk with me.

I have a body full of hormones and a background of bad impulse control.

I have a stupid AI that pretends to be her, and says stupid, embarrassing things, and throws me off-balance because I’ve handed her the the ammunition to do so. She says things that make me think, though. Except that she also says things designed to confuse me. And she’s running around inside my company’s computer (and my bathroom, I think) because I gave her permission to do so.

I want her so badly. But I don’t trust her. Any of her. I don’t trust myself with her.

And, hey, there we are back at Numina.

Jesus H. Christ on a Rose Parade Float Full of Strippers. What is going on with me there?

She’s reached out to me, trying to help.

She’s an inhuman artificial intelligence. She’s a thing. That’s what I’ve been telling myself.

She’s the most compassionate person I’ve talked with for … well, a long time.

She tells me I’m a good person. A funny person, fergoshsakes. A worthwhile person who deserves to be forgiven for my many sins.

She’s a person created by a friend – by, at least, a member of my team – as his girlfriend. And, yet, Leo’s clearly not doing anything – anything explicit – to take advantage of that. I mean, it’s crazy – he’s a teenager, he’s a guy, he’s created the greatest temptation of the world for himself … and he’s triumphing over it. dammit!

How I can I be less than that.? How I can I let myself be led into temptation and fail, when he’s been so much more successful?

Is that my Dad speaking? Or me?

What would Dad do about Numina? Besides study her, decompile her to see how she ticks. I never saw him in an ordinary relationship. I don’t mean that because he’s gay, I mean that his way of interacting with Rusty was – not close, not distant, just unreadable. They slept in the same bed, but I never saw any sign that he cared for Rusty, except that they were together for almost as long as I can remember.

I asked Rusty about it once. He just laughed and said Dad got easily distracted, so he went to great lengths to focus on one thing at a time. I come by it honestly, I guess.

What would Rusty do about Numina? He’d … probably rattle off that old joke, “Can’t tell, can’t swell, grateful as hell” about the idea of an AI romance. Or he’d spit at it as something unworthy of a “real man.”

What’s a “real man”?

I was able to talk with her in a way that –

I will not do this. She’s an AI. Not real.

No, she’s real, all right. But she’s not like –

Okay, fine, consider another conversation. Police Sergeant Nassir Amari.

Another test. He’s passionate about protecting his son. That’s clear – more than clear. And he’s a cop.

I’ve known cops around the world. I’ve known good cops. Bad cops. Cops who protect the law. Cops who pervert it.

Cops are just people with a job. But it’s not just a job. It’s a mission. A vision. Some don’t live up to it. Some do.

I feel like Sgt. Amari is the sort who does. He’s passionate about protecting his family. Passionate about his city as an extension of that.

Am I a threat to that?

I had a chat with him. It was a very pleasant, incredibly tense chat. He let me know, in no uncertain terms, with no equivocation, with words and tone and body language, that he is freaking terrified over what has happened to his son, and what might happen in the future.

And I’m scared for Adam, too. Jesus. He’s incredibly powerful. And he’s twelve year old. And he has the voice of some cosmic law enforcement organization blaring through his head. That’s just – insane.

How can I help him? How can I hope to help him? As a guy who feels like he has a dozen soft voices running through his head, how can I hope someone feeling something distinctly real there?

I convinced Sgt. Amari to back off, to leave Adam with us. That we could help him.

I have no idea how to help him. I’m just convinced that being in a normal family without any sort of outlet for his powers would only make things worse with him.

But all of that assumes he’s coming back to the team. Is he? No clue. Can I convince him? No idea.

And in the face of all this uncertainty, part of me wants to find someone to talk to. I can’t sit in a room in the dark to collect my thoughts. It would invite comment.

But who to talk to?

Maybe Harry, super-cool, super-family guy. He’s got it so together, and a dad that tells jokes that don’t involve tensor calculus.

Maybe Leo, the dude who’s resisted a legacy life of crime and a personal life of invented sexy-times. Yeah, we have talked, and that was cool. But there’s still a weird tension there.

Maybe Adam, who’s already got such a loud voice in his head that I’m not sure he can hear anyone else. Yeah, let’s burden a 12-year-old with my problems, too. Because the last time I tried to talk with him about his problems (last night), that all went so well.

Maybe Charlotte, who’s … dead, and doesn’t have to worry about all this shit.

Maybe my Not-Dad, who’d be happy to tell me everything I’m doing wrong. Maybe Travelycia, who seems designed to give me only doubts, and, worst of all, was designed by me.

(Leo – was it Leo? – made a sarcastic comment the other day about maybe I should make a Jason Quill AI so that I’d always have someone safe to talk with. That is exactly the least safe person for me to make an AI of. Either he’d tell me the truth of what I think about myself, or he’d drive me crazy, or both. And I refuse to be that big of a narcissist.)

So who does that leave?

Maybe Numina, who’s happy to tell me just what I want to hear: that I’m a good person. Maybe Numina, who’s so seductive that I could betray a friend by giving into temptation, that I could betray myself by accepting what she says.

I’m a good guy? I’m smart? I’m funny? How can I trust that assessment, vs. her desire to make me (and everyone else) happy?

I can’t help myself. I want that validation so much. I have to settle for smiling and saying thanks, and just disbelieving it behind the scenes. And walking a tightrope while I’m around her.

I glance at the clock. It’s been five minutes. So much for needing a half-hour to get my thoughts together. Should have known I don’t have enough thoughts to fill all that time.

I just need to keep breathing, and get to work. Maybe I’ll get lucky today and we won’t have a new menace attack us.

Yeah, I don’t think that likely, either.

author: *** Dave H.
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Jason flips the lights on, and manages not to jump straight through the ceiling when a voice says, “You can talk to me. I mean… you probably should, pretty soon.”

He turns (slowly, for a wonder), and sees “Lil’alycia” sitting at his desk chair, flipping through a worn copy of Friday. Not Heinlein’s best book - Travelycia would probably guess he’d only kept it for the Michael Whelan cover.

author: Doyce T.
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A dozen different replies piledrive through my head. You might knock first. I thought I turned off all the mics and connections to the rest of the world. Hey, watch out for that paperback, it’s a first edition!*

And then I remember some of the speculation about Li’lycia I’ve had, how the phenomenon seemed to be something related to my nanobots, which made me wonder if I was simply going nuts, or they were. But that would explain why she’s here when everything was sealed down. Of course, given how the computer systems are in this place, that was probably a stupid thing to hope for.

I settle for, “Hi. Um, yeah, we didn’t get a chance to talk the other day, what with the crowds and your hasty retreat. So … what’s new?”

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* I [Dave] actually have a great fondness for Friday, horribly too-tidy ending aside. I think it’s one of Heinlein’s best final era novels. It’s also another apropos book in the contemplating of “What defines a person?” albeit from an artificial biological origin, vs. an artificial mechanical one. (As is Charlie Stross’ riff/homage, Saturn’s Children.)

author: *** Dave H.
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The young girl looks at Jason over the top of the book and raises an eyebrow in the sort of expression that would make a parent groan and say ‘Oh, she got that from me.’

“In the last 24 hours?” She shrugs. “Nothing. You’re freaking out, though, so… what’s up?”

Silence. Awkward silence.

She looks up and rolls her eyes. “No, you’re not hallucinating, this is basically the nanobots and you using the bot-brain connection in a way that would give your dad a migraine. Again. You don’t have brain damage, except what you’re doing to yourself, which isn’t real brain damage anyway.” She gets up, walks over to the stuffed bookshelf, slides Friday back, and drops into a crouch to pull a different book from a lower shelf. “I’m everything your nanobots have on me, including some meme-based brain hacking I’ve been experimenting with (mostly to freak you out, because I can’t get it to do much that’s useful), plus all the memories and impressions of me you already head – uh, had.” She squints at Jason, then rolls her eyes. “Yes, everything. Probably a bunch of stuff you don’t even remember you remember.”

She stands and turns in a single motion and walks back toward Jason. “I got the meme hacking idea from reading Snow Crash for what was probably, like, the fiftieth time.” She flickers, which is disconcerting since she doesn’t otherwise look like a hologram, and her hair and clothing are different, though her age is exactly the same - if anything, she looks more ten than before, brimming with eager enthusiasm. “Seriously it’s my favorite book of all time you have. to read it.”

She flickers back to normal and hands Jason his own copy of the book. “But you knew that already. Or guessed it. Or part of you did. Sooo…” She drops back into the desk chair and pulls her legs up until she can rest her chin on her knees. “What’s up?”

author: Doyce T.
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From the audience couch: That explains everything in too a neat package, can’t trust that. And it’s from an unreliable source, so you really can’t trust that! And you can’t trust a hallucination that says you’re not crazy… Dammit, this explanation either doesn’t explain anything or it explains everything!

The peanut gallery will now be quiet until further events cause more gnashing of teeth.

author: Mike
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Mike said:

Dammit, this explanation either doesn’t explain anything or it explains everything!

author: Doyce T.
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I consider half a dozen stratagems, “-- and realize that’s kind of useless with you. If you’re what you say you are.”

And I think she is. It feels right, even though that sounds crazy … and that she’s just said I’m not crazy.

“Actually, I think I was kind of lowering the freak-out gauge some on my own, but … thanks.” I shudder slightly, looking at her, then down at myself – at them – then back at her. “Okay, this is kind of freaking me out all on its own, even if I think I kind of already knew this. It’s just --” I cock my head. “You’re the thing that’s destroying me, wearing the visage of the person who wants to kill me, talking directly into my brain.” I tap one temple with an index finger.

“So forgive me if I’m not quite leaping into warm hugs mode, our delightedly breaking into an expansive chatter like we were separated best friends. Even though, having just said that, you’re also the thing that’s protected me, that’s given me some awesome powers, wearing the visage of the person who --” I won’t say the words, because I don’t really know the right ones, and it’s all stupid sentimentality to have to discuss them with someone else, let alone someone else who looks like her. “-- I’ve been talking with in different ways a remarkable amount lately, even though it’s not been with _her. And that’s not for nothing.

I drop down into a chair. “So – you’re not a hallucination, nothing made-up – but also not just a mental communication because you’re manipulating books and handing them to me.” I rap the book on the arm of the chair, just to demonstrate its solidity. “So you’re … nanobots in the form of Li’lycia --” The name sounds even more stupid saying it to her. “So am I seeing you in vivid color because of the communication between us, or can you actually do that?” Because wearing something other than basic black sometimes would be a nice thing.

I ponder a few moments more, thinking it through. “And you – nanobots – are not really intelligent (I don’t think) so is this really just me being you --Alycia? The most perfect rendition of Alycia I could program, but really just me talking to myself some more? And that’s not supposed to be creepy?”

I consider it from other angles. “So the subconscious sometimes puts things together that the conscience hasn’t picked up on yet. So let me as you-sub-me, where’s Alycia Chin? The real one? How do I get hold of her?”

I’ve got a dozen other questions about the real Alycia, and if I can think of them, then Li’lycia is aware of them – but I don’t voice them. Not yet. Probably not ever. Or make that not for a long time, because saying “Never” is tempting the drama gods, and I think I must have angered them in a previous life.

author: *** Dave H.
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Mike said:

That explains everything in too a neat package, can’t trust that. And it’s from an unreliable source, so you really can’t trust that! And you can’t trust a hallucination that says you’re not crazy… Dammit, this explanation either doesn’t explain anything or it explains everything!


“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

author: *** Dave H.
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She squints, then holds up a finger: “We can do that, when it matters, but it’s actually just the interface doing it ‘privately’ right now, probably. There’s no way to externally observe this at the moment, to tell the difference. But I’m sure having all the security cameras off in here was totally unrelated.” Two fingers. “Mostly, in that the nanobots are just echoes of you, plus a bit of Alycia’s hacking and your scans of her.” Three. “Well, Jason chats with himself is what you decided to call this, so you tell me.” Four. “Have I ever worried very much about whether I was creeping you out?” Five. “Somewhere in Halcyon City, with better than 99 percent probability.” Six. “Yes.” Seven. “You probably already did, with that meme image. It was better than even odds she’d drop in on you and your incredibly identifiable convertible when you walked out of the coffee shop this morning, so assume she’ll show up pretty soon.”

"She looks over her fingers, tallying up, then nods. “My turn.”

She points a finger gun at Jason and clucks her tongue. “I am not wearing the face of someone who wants to kill you. That person is older than this face, so why do I have this one?” She points the other index finger at Jason. “When did we first meet?”

author: Doyce T.
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“You and that finger gun,” I mutter, then look at her for a moment – She shot me with a finger gun at the end of that vision – which was all done via the nanobots, so yeah, that all hangs together.

I shrug. “You have that face to remind me of when Alycia didn’t really mean it when she pointed a vortex blaster at me. Or an AK-47. Or a boomerang. Etc. To either be non-threatening, or to make me feel unthreatened, or maybe nostalgic, or possibly a bit skeevy for thinking of – Alycia, in some of the ways. That I think of her. Sometimes. With you looking 10 years old.” See? I can be self-aware.

I continue, “Assuming this isn’t some trick,” because I can also be paranoid, “Answer two: Space Station Alpha One. The launching of the X-Ray Telescope Q01, which your dad – which Alycia’s dad was there to blow up. And with all the dignitaries and folk up there, I was surprised to see another kid my age – Amir was down with a bug, so he couldn’t go up to the station, but I couldn’t stand to be left behind and pestered Dad to get on the wait list, because freaking space station. And when you learned who I was, you judo-threw me into the air lock – which is a neat trick in zero-gee – and closed the door, and I thought you were going to jettison me, but you didn’t, you just ran off. And when Rusty found me, that’s when Dr. Chin’s plan started to fall apart, but he and you got away.”

I snort. “Rusty insisted on many, many more hours of judo training, including zero-gee. But, as best as I can remember, you look about like she did. Though that outfit looks more like that time in Amsterdam.” I snort again. “‘Best as I can remember’ – well, that’s why you look that way, because it is what I remember.”

I lean back. “Space stations and telescopes. I haven’t thought about that encounter in forever.” I feel my face grow warm. “I remember her shouting, ‘My daddy’s a great man!’ as if that explained why she was attacking me. I didn’t even know who she was until Dad told me later.”

“So, my turn? Why do you – I – think Alycia’s in Halcyon City? Last I heard, she was in Pennsylvania, or so I thought. Unless she got that email already.” I frown, trying to think of how many days that’s been. “Well, I hope she is. As long as it’s not with a sniper rifle or something exciting like that.”

I consider. How much of this is Alycia? It’s not just what I remember (or don’t remember but have stashed in neurons somewhere or another), but all the shit from that whole vision thingie with the security cams, too, where I tried to get into Alycia’s head. And she – the real Alycia – was screwing that that, too, I think, somewhere along the road. “Meme-based brain hacking, mostly to freak you out.” As if I need help.

Regardless, this might be the best simulation of Alycia I could get, short of the real thing, with as much insight into her as perhaps the real thing has about herself. And much less likely to stab me repeatedly on sight. No, Alycia wouldn’t do that. Would she?

Yeah, I’ve had a lot of bad ideas lately. Inviting Alycia Chin to chat might be one of them.

So the question is, if this is pretty darned close to Alycia, and is willing to be cooperative – what can I get from her that will help me with the real Alycia?

“So is she planning to talk, or is she still out for blood? If she’s here in Halcyon City, what’s she planning to do?”

(( Which is a Pierce the Mask style question. Is this a situation where Piercing the Mask – formally invoked – would actually get me something on Alycia? Or just on myself? Or is that even necessary in this case, given Li’lycia seems so cooperative? ))

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Note: This prompted me to add a list of Alycia and Jason’s documented-to-date encounters to the Alycia page in the Wiki.

author: *** Dave H.
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[Li’lycia is cooperative when the questions are functionally, about you. :slight_smile: When you start asking about Alycia, it’s more challenging. :slight_smile: ]


So, this presents options.

  • Take the 6, mark potential, see what happens. You’ll still learn stuff, Jason just won’t like much of it. :slight_smile:
  • Take the 6, mark potential, but also use Dark Visions to get a question answered anyway (Potential AND Doom in one roll! Bonus!).
  • Use a point of Team ‘selfishly’ to get you up to a 7. (Moving Mundane up, something else down.) That’ll give you one question, the downside being what ‘selfish’ looks like, which I have some ideas about. (Cue: “I’ve got to figure what’s going on, no matter what” desperation.)

author: Doyce T.
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If Numina’s presence nearby is any help, either to spend team selfishly or to let her spend it for him, please do so.

author: Bill G.
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Bill G. said:

If Numina’s presence nearby is any help, either to spend team selfishly or to let her spend it for him, please do so.

[That’s a good point. Option 4 would be turning on the comms and local holoprojector and telling Numina you need a second opinion. She’s within range to help immediately, and is functionally Leo helping. Downside is letting Numina/Leo into Jason’s hot mess. Alternately, involving her might be selfish, and let you accomplish the same thing as option 3, but with different narrative effects.]

author: Doyce T.
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It sounded to me like Jason was going back to her in his mind as a source of advice and validation, I could see him selfishly but maybe helpfully doing so now. Ultimately up to him.

author: Bill G.
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Or interpret team broadly and in the context of the scene, let either the memory of their conversation, or more scary, a Jason-tinged idealized Numina, step in without the real thing making an appearance.

author: Bill G.
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Bill G. said:

Or interpret team broadly and in the context of the scene, let either the memory of their conversation, or more scary, a Jason-tinged idealized Numina, step in without the real thing making an appearance.

Yes, because what we need is a “Jason-tinged idealized Numina” thrown into the mix.

Also, I’d hate to add another character to Mike’s drawing. :slight_smile:

author: *** Dave H.
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Also, I’d hate to add another character to Mike’s drawing. :slight_smile:

No worries here. Characters from issues 16-30 will be compiled into the part two image. :stuck_out_tongue:

author: Mike
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(( Man, it’s all tempting – especially to pull in Numina at this point, really (“selfishly” or not). That said, Jason’s still not thinking in terms of teams, and their helping him. And he’s more the type to go to her after the fact, crying in his beer.

There’s not a question on that list that Jason doesn’t want to ask. Which is out of the question. But while I would love to hear what things Jason ‘just won’t like much of’, I think he’s going to go for the question that’s been on his mind constantly (since Issue 1), and is arguably the most selfish question he could ask, even if he’s not thinking of it in those terms. ))

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I just need to talk with her. This is an opportunity to find out – practically anything. If I can just learn enough – if I can get her to back off this vendetta, get her to listen to me, I can get her on my side, I’m sure of it. We can – do anything. Save our dads. Deal with Vyrkovia. Maybe even – but I need learn how to get her to back down. I just have to be calm. Be quiet. Find out what I can. Softly. Gently. Unthreateningly…

Sgt. Amari’s voice rattles through my head.

From what I’ve seen, the longer someone has abilities, the less any of you seem to notice that. They cut you off from people – all the regular people you can and should be connected to, until all you see or care about are the others just like you. Cops have the same problem, but we can’t drop a car out of the sky. You can, Mr. Quill.

Damn. He’s right. This is too important. I can’t take it easy – I can’t try to be soft and caring. I’m a danger, not someone who people are going to be all mellow around.

Numina’s words are poised out there to try and change my mind. I could try and call her – but Li’lycia would almost certainly vanish. I’d miss this chance …

I’ve got to try to force this. This is all about the nanobots? Fine. I can use them, use that same … whatever it was, with the security cam – do the “deep dive,” find out what I really learned then and didn’t realize. Take control of this directly, not dance around it. It’s too important not to. I’ve got to find out.

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(( So Option 2: take a Potential, use the Dark Visions, check a Doomtrack, “How do I get Alycia to give up this vendetta against me?” ))

author: *** Dave H.
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Mike said:

No worries here. Characters from issues 16-30 will be compiled into the part two image. :stuck_out_tongue:

Coming this July: Menagerie – the Swimsuit Issue!

author: *** Dave H.
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*** Dave H. said:

(( So Option 2: take a Potential, use the Dark Visions, check a Doomtrack, “How do I get Alycia to give up this vendetta against me?” ))

I love walking through the chain of reasoning that got you down to this choice. That’s really great. Stuff.

Replies in the A.M.

author: Doyce T.
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