[ John met him in a dream that they both knew was a dream, and then again, briefly, at the very end — lights in the dark, Ianthe's necromancy calling out to him, he'd taken the hand of someone near and slid him into the tendril of fat with a thick burst of thanergy. That touch had been enough to catch his interest. But there hadn't exactly been time to stop and chat, and then after his head had been full of voices, shouting, questioning, murmured conversations. ]
Kovacs. A word?
[ Much less hesitant to use telepathy when they're not all that far apart — Kovacs just got done with his All-Sight Viewing Period. John would chase after him, and probably could so long as he isn't gone too long, but he learned his lesson with slightly more paranoid and would rather not ask about the tech he sensed in Kovacs' body while he's in distance of being a physical threat. ]
[Outside the clinic, already beginning to make his way back to the brothel, Takeshi doesn't pause for the contact. The viewing experience - both the item itself and the dynamics in the room - had left a sour taste in his mouth, made the partial oblivion of alcohol even more appealing to wash it out.]
If you're looking for another guard dog, I'm not available.
Last time I heard those two words next to each other I was at a conference for the preservation of human life. The "memory upload" guys were even bigger dreamers than our cryo team, since we'd at least cracked the chemistry.
Took discovering and plundering the remains of an alien civilisation to make it happen where I'm from, so those guys were probably never going to crack it.
Shit, though, I don't have much more to say than "wow". Necromancy does a lot with the soul - shorthand for the energy that holds the innate personality of a body, beyond just the life force. We've learned theorems to preserve it after death, to move it to a new body, to combine multiple souls into one body... but never to stash it on an alien USB stick. Are you still you when it comes out? Or is there some white guy named James waiting?
Interesting that you spotted that. Yeah, he asked me to stash it inside him. Which is easy enough. The hard bit is convincing the body it's allowed to stay.
[Takeshi doesn't know emojis and wouldn't use them if he did, but the mental impression of "message acknowledged" might as well be the equivalent of a thumbs up emote.]
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Kovacs. A word?
[ Much less hesitant to use telepathy when they're not all that far apart — Kovacs just got done with his All-Sight Viewing Period. John would chase after him, and probably could so long as he isn't gone too long, but he learned his lesson with slightly more paranoid and would rather not ask about the tech he sensed in Kovacs' body while he's in distance of being a physical threat. ]
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If you're looking for another guard dog, I'm not available.
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Cortical stack. I'm aware.
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Last time I heard those two words next to each other I was at a conference for the preservation of human life. The "memory upload" guys were even bigger dreamers than our cryo team, since we'd at least cracked the chemistry.
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Does that make you, what. An AI? Or were you born in a different body? Or is it a just in case kind of thing.
[ talk science to him please. ]
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Shit, though, I don't have much more to say than "wow". Necromancy does a lot with the soul - shorthand for the energy that holds the innate personality of a body, beyond just the life force. We've learned theorems to preserve it after death, to move it to a new body, to combine multiple souls into one body... but never to stash it on an alien USB stick. Are you still you when it comes out? Or is there some white guy named James waiting?
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I'd offer to let you try it and see, but I haven't seen any life support tech around here.
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Don't worry, if I gave a shit I would've done something about it already.
I'm at the brothel for the foreseeable.
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