OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

1. pick a character.

☛ optional.
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2. provide a prompt.

☛ image, words, music, whatever you want.
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3. gotta go fast.

☛ not actually. this is a permanently open post! tag at your own speed.

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[phaseshifted]

I don't know.

[did anyone? it's not her primary directive, so her knowledge isn't the most extensive.]

[quatrain]

[ that's one, but that one was a long shot. he thinks for a moment, and continues. ]

How are you able to get your information?

[phaseshifted]

One network leads to many others. I spend a lot of time travelling around gathering information from the multitude.

[quatrain]

That doesn't answer the question, exactly.

[phaseshifted]

It's the best one I have, since it isn't just one place I get my information from. I'm constantly adding more to my memory.

[quatrain]

I think it'd be included in the inquiry to know how long your memory is.

[phaseshifted]

With modifications or without?

[quatrain]

Both. Would you humor me on what modifications?

[phaseshifted]

Only if you're willing to use that as your third question.

[quatrain]

Maybe another time. Just before and after, then, if you would.

[phaseshifted]

Before, it was likely much the same as yours. Afterwards, I believe if I was using my full capacity that I would be closer to 5 petabytes of information--though it is nowhere near to being filled that much, and even before that it is easier to sort information by type and store it other places than solely relying on imperfect human recollection.

[quatrain]

[ that's fascinating. it really is, that someone—he's assuming that she was human—modified their memory to that extent. ]

A third question, then.

[ hmm. ] Where are you?

[phaseshifted]

[it's amazing what a strong uplink and high quality servers you guilt tripped your asshole dad into buying can do for you.]

On Earth.

[she knows it's a cop-out.]

[quatrain]

How am I supposed to take you to dinner now?

[phaseshifted]

I'm not really allowed out much anyway.

[quatrain]

Can't you get takeout?

[phaseshifted]

If it delivers, yeah. That's never been a problem.

[quatrain]

What if I bring you takeout?

[phaseshifted]

We could be not in the same city, you know.

[quatrain]

What if I... [ uh. ] ...come and see you?

[ please stop him. ]

[phaseshifted]

[on the other side, she's weighing her options. the chance to see someone, physically see someone else who's not those she's grown to hate. but the very real possibility he'll be automatically barred from even getting close is there.]

Are you serious about this?

[quatrain]

I could be. If you want.

[ because for all his fake smiles and overfriendliness, he's an agent of this group for a reason. ]

[phaseshifted]

I've been serious this whole time.

[she laughs a little. he'd been joking? she hadn't noticed...]

[quatrain]

Then I'll come see you. Takeout and all.

[phaseshifted]

[it takes her a minute to respond, because that's a promise and she's actually going to have a friend come and visit...she's surprised how giddy it makes her feel. in reality, she's grinning hugely.

he'll need coordinates and clearance, she realizes, and it only takes her a moment to combine the two into a message to send off. in the virtual space, it appears like her reaching up, plucking a feather from her wings, and handing it over, it gaining more substance than an outline once it's detached.]

Come whenever, I'll be waiting.