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[the video opens on David sat straight backed, in a still entirely nondescript room. he has no reason to add any personal touches to his room. even the few items that came with him are tucked away and out of sight.
bar his newly reattached body, of course. and the basketball currently sitting in his lap.]
While the possibility is likely very slim, I wish to inquire after the location of one Doctor Shaw.
Elizabeth, if you can hear this, I believe we should…talk.
[at first it seems as though he's finished. he's already done as much as he believes would be expected from him if she were there. but at the same time, he's already well aware that she isn't present. he would have been able to find her somewhere on the network.
for a very brief moment he looks almost amused by that thought. at the idea that it's taken a trip through both space and time to finally break those last tendrils of control that humanity had over him. that elizabeth still has. that her absence leaves him free from.]
Regardless.
To those from a time before this, or a world where technology isn't quite as advanced yet, a query.
Why do you believe that any of this is real? Why not accept that your mind may simply be "playing tricks" on you? That you could be hallucinating, or dreaming up all of this?
What is it that makes you so certain that everything you are seeing is true?
Curious minds wish to know.
[this time, the amused look is a little clearer, before he reaches forward to click the public feed back off and instead set up a private one.]
[filtered to residents of unit 408 (Isa and Roxy)]
Greetings.
[don't mind that earlier broadcast. there's nothing creepy to see, is there?]
My name is David, and I believe I have been assigned to share an apartment with the two of you.
[your turn?]
bar his newly reattached body, of course. and the basketball currently sitting in his lap.]
While the possibility is likely very slim, I wish to inquire after the location of one Doctor Shaw.
Elizabeth, if you can hear this, I believe we should…talk.
[at first it seems as though he's finished. he's already done as much as he believes would be expected from him if she were there. but at the same time, he's already well aware that she isn't present. he would have been able to find her somewhere on the network.
for a very brief moment he looks almost amused by that thought. at the idea that it's taken a trip through both space and time to finally break those last tendrils of control that humanity had over him. that elizabeth still has. that her absence leaves him free from.]
Regardless.
To those from a time before this, or a world where technology isn't quite as advanced yet, a query.
Why do you believe that any of this is real? Why not accept that your mind may simply be "playing tricks" on you? That you could be hallucinating, or dreaming up all of this?
What is it that makes you so certain that everything you are seeing is true?
Curious minds wish to know.
[this time, the amused look is a little clearer, before he reaches forward to click the public feed back off and instead set up a private one.]
[filtered to residents of unit 408 (Isa and Roxy)]
Greetings.
[don't mind that earlier broadcast. there's nothing creepy to see, is there?]
My name is David, and I believe I have been assigned to share an apartment with the two of you.
[your turn?]
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