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| Two questions, Zion:
1. What would you trade for one cat's worth of fresh meat?
2. What the fuck is happening?
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| [ It's late, and Anders is up on the surface, face lit occasionally by the rolling crackle of the sky. But he's not thinking about this strange place called Earth, his eyes distant. ]
Has anyone else met someone they... knew in their Matrix, but who was extracted from a different Matrix?
[ He's fumbling with the question, not sure how to ask what he wants to ask and not daring to voice what underlies it. ]
There are other versions of us still living their lives. It feels like I'm ...
[ A pause, and he decides not to follow up with whatever point he was planning, sighs instead, switches the feed off and tries to work out if there's some way to delete the recording from the network. ] | |
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| [ This is a video that features no people: instead, what's filling the screen is artfully-arranged sweets. Lots and lots of sweets. The dragon boat races were a grand success for the restaurant Kitty works for, and so they were contracted to cater a party in exchange for work from a construction firm for an expansion of their floor space. What you're seeing is the catering before it goes out. And Kitty, whose voice is cheerful and bright and rather thickly London-accented, narrates: ]Some of you stopped by our booth at the race the other day, so you already know, but this is what we've got to offer at Restaurant Modak. And believe me - all of this looks pretty, but that doesn't even compare to how it tastes. Forget going into a simulation or a Matrix to get the absolute height of a dining experience. This food surpasses anything you'll find out there - and it's got the added advantage of being really, absolutely real. [ Another pass over the food. She continues. ]Some of you might be thinking that you haven't got what you need to trade for food of this quality. How could you possibly? Well - you'll be really glad of this next bit. Our going rates are beyond reasonable. We'll even give a good meal for nothing more than a vase of flowers, a bit of sugar - or even just you helping with the washing up. Right here, on the network, you can tell me what you've got for barter and I'll tell you just what sort of meal that'll get you. [ And then the video switches off, like a cruel tease. ]Remember: Restaurant Modak. Reasonable prices, food so good you won't even believe it's real. All on layer forty-four. | |
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| Soooooo raise your hand if you're having a good laugh about the irony of the Council showing up to the Dragon Boat races. | |
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| Hello.
When I was extracted, I was allowed to bring with me some things. As far as things can be brought.
In this case, I have a few books.
"Books."
I hear their raw code can be good for trading so I am probably decreasing a little their value by sharing them like this but I don't think everyone uses this network all the time, so take them for that if you like. Or to just read. If you would like the "books" themselves in simulation let me know. I like them better that way too and I don't mind providing copies if you like to store/keep that kind of code.
Which is very strange that that can be done to paperbacks, isn't it?
Here is a little bit of a poem from a time where automobiles were the harbingers of the waste land. It is long so I will share just this small part that I like.What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. If anyone has anything like this (not just from Earthish places), I'd like to see (and can trade if you prefer). But I understand there are probably some rules about that here.[ Unlike, potentially, in Kosala. ]I don't have much more than what I have shared already but I hope you enjoy it. :)[ Attached are a few books, stripped from its digitalised form into a more accessible e-book type format pared down to the text, including the rest of TS Eliot's The Waste Land, along with The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling, some other less recognisable titles that don't break any fourth walls I hope, and the text of a wildlife encyclopaedia that seemed handy to have too. ] | |
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| OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Crowley's Custom Tailoring
Great deals and great craftmanship for men and women.
Just because there's no real economy and we all smell like patchouli doesn't mean that you have to look like you smell like patchouli.
Come find me in the marketplace or send me a message here with custom orders and inquiries.
[ Attached is a flattering picture of him and an address. ] | |
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| A little fun for the unplugged among us. Name one thing from your Matrix and other people can say if they heard of it in theirs. Maybe find a little common ground.
I'll start: New York City. - Tags:anders, babydoll, bloom, bucky barnes, deucalion, emily finch, kate bishop, skye, steve rogers, { luke skywalker }, { natasha romanoff }, { peter quill }, { wedge antilles }
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