text

[heartstopping]

[Rolo has not been having a good time since everyone's memories came back. He's mostly dealt with this by staying home curled up in bed and ignoring the network completely, but after a few days he's finally desperate enough to pull the network device thing back out.]

Is there anything like a therapist in this city?

[He's not even thinking about shit like going anon right now. That would probably be a bad sign, if his standard preference for anonymity didn't necessarily preclude people knowing about said preference.]

Comments

[drugsnotclubs]

Nah. Like I said, I could be wrong: but it's what makes the most sense to me, so I'm going with it for now. If you like it, than you like it. Nothing weird about that.

[heartstopping]

Ok.

[He's gonna just have to sit with that one for a bit. Regardless, there's another thing also pinging him.]

How did you die?

[drugsnotclubs]

Got shot a few times.

So: are you dead, too? Or do you just like it because?

[heartstopping]

[Another pause before he decides fuck it.]

I'm dead. Or I was, at least. I guess I don't really care if I was somehow revived or just copied.