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expiationnet2024-09-04 01:07 pm
endcaller) wrote in expiationnet2024-09-04 01:07 pm
video; un:curtaincall
[The feed opens with a view of a metallic ceiling illuminated by blue light as the tablet is moved around; followed by the pale face of a man in a hood. The movement suggests he is crouching down to set the tablet against something. Once it is in place, apparently on the floor but propped up, he walks forward a few paces and settles himself against a wall lined with neon lights. Despite their glare, he doesn't cast a shadow.]
Good morrow to you, my dearest fellow Chosen!
On a scale from one to ten, one being "abysmal" and ten being "I've had better", how has your week been?
[A thin, joyless smile creeps across his lips as he tilts his head.]
Mine has been filled with peril and adventure! Some of you may know that we are not the only civilization on this star. There are others.
I traveled to the nearest settlement, Rumpitur, to see with my own eyes whether these... "glitches" as we've been calling them plagued them as well. Alas, I was not able to observe much. Whenever I passed the town's borders my being was warped back to the outside. At times I was warped quite far.
I did, eventually, decide to speak with the guards but--
[There is a sharp crash of thunder from nearby, the suddenness makes him wince. After a moment of concerned silence, he stands up, smooths his hands down his robe, and walks away. For several seconds the camera shows the blank floor of an empty room, and then a small, square robot whirs into frame. Some might recognize it as a welcome robot.
Its screen lights up with text, each line appearing within a few seconds of each other.
HELLO, CHOSEN.
MASTER HAS BEEN SAD.
WHEN HE COMES BACK...
WISH HIM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
There are footsteps and Fandaniel's throaty lilt breaks the silence.]
I believe I just saw the ground outside boil, freeze, and sublimate all at once. Marvelous!
[His boots step into view in front of the robot.]
Hyperetes, what are you telling people?
[The robot beeps.]
I see, how terribly inappropriate. Thank you.
[Hyperetes wheels away as Fandaniel sits himself back down.]
Now, where was I before I so rudely interrupted myself?
Ah! Yes, the snake folk.
Well, my conversation with the guards was not illuminating so much as mortifying. If I attempted to broach any topic of substance they...
[How can he even explain it? He waves a hand in the air and giggles.]
This entire world is coming apart at the seams. Truly, it feels as though the Final Days are upon us. We're all going to die screaming.
[This observation doesn't seem to bother him much.]
Good morrow to you, my dearest fellow Chosen!
On a scale from one to ten, one being "abysmal" and ten being "I've had better", how has your week been?
[A thin, joyless smile creeps across his lips as he tilts his head.]
Mine has been filled with peril and adventure! Some of you may know that we are not the only civilization on this star. There are others.
I traveled to the nearest settlement, Rumpitur, to see with my own eyes whether these... "glitches" as we've been calling them plagued them as well. Alas, I was not able to observe much. Whenever I passed the town's borders my being was warped back to the outside. At times I was warped quite far.
I did, eventually, decide to speak with the guards but--
[There is a sharp crash of thunder from nearby, the suddenness makes him wince. After a moment of concerned silence, he stands up, smooths his hands down his robe, and walks away. For several seconds the camera shows the blank floor of an empty room, and then a small, square robot whirs into frame. Some might recognize it as a welcome robot.
Its screen lights up with text, each line appearing within a few seconds of each other.
HELLO, CHOSEN.
MASTER HAS BEEN SAD.
WHEN HE COMES BACK...
WISH HIM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
There are footsteps and Fandaniel's throaty lilt breaks the silence.]
I believe I just saw the ground outside boil, freeze, and sublimate all at once. Marvelous!
[His boots step into view in front of the robot.]
Hyperetes, what are you telling people?
[The robot beeps.]
I see, how terribly inappropriate. Thank you.
[Hyperetes wheels away as Fandaniel sits himself back down.]
Now, where was I before I so rudely interrupted myself?
Ah! Yes, the snake folk.
Well, my conversation with the guards was not illuminating so much as mortifying. If I attempted to broach any topic of substance they...
[How can he even explain it? He waves a hand in the air and giggles.]
This entire world is coming apart at the seams. Truly, it feels as though the Final Days are upon us. We're all going to die screaming.
[This observation doesn't seem to bother him much.]
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[His voice pitches with a throaty giggle.]
Does the fact that our meager lives all end in nothingness not fill you with a deep sense of horrible dread? Honestly, who can even endure this tedious existence knowing that? Not I! Not anyone who is capable of being truthful to themselves.
I had a solution to that problem, believe it or not. But nobody ever comes to me for the answers these days. What a pity.
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Does it really matter that everything will eventually disappear as long as you can still enjoy life before it happens?
What kind of solution are you thinking of, anyway?
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Life.
'Tis all a cruel jest. And the best way to end a cruel jest is to jump straight to the punchline.
[He refuses to elaborate on that, he just blows out a deep, theatrical sigh.]
Aah, but there is little point in discussing that, I suppose... Being trapped here gives us so many other things to worry about, after all!
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The first time they met was when Fandaniel was contemplating death, after all.]
Wouldn't it be more satisfying to turn it into a joke that you can enjoy?
...Either way, it does sound like your hands are too full to think of such things.