x. voice

[firstroar]

The reports seem to be mixed. Have those of you who have returned found yourselves safe places and warm clothing? Some have offered already; I should hope the message has reached those in need.

I'm not certain of what remaining here could be of use to you Earthside, but it can be brought when I join you. But not just yet.

[a beat.]

The people...

What are they like now?

Comments

[firstroar]

No. Born from them, but not the same. That has remained constant, among other things. [a slight pause.] Even so, changing or not...I feel a certain responsibility to try and understand. If not for my kind, then for myself.

[crab]

WELL WHAT ARE YOU THEN?

[ he is not supposed to be getting to know people, but curiosity is hard to suppress. ]

[firstroar]

I'm what my world calls a Mu. A person born with psionic abilities. Something I've found not uncommon here, but in the world I've come from, it's considered quite rare. And dangerous.

It's our abilities, and the effects of having them, that have determined us not human.

[crab]

HOW DOES *THAT* DETERMINE YOU NOT HUMAN? THAT'S LIKE SAYING SOLLUX ISN'T A TROLL BECAUSE HE CAN THROW SHIT AROUND WITH HIS BRAIN AND FLY AND HAS AWFUL PRECOGNITION.
AKA BULLSHIT.

[firstroar]

My kind aren't part of the equation. The authority established has no logic to cope for such abilities, given its definition of "human."

It is cold and unreasonable, but years of attempts to reach out and change this has yielded little but more contempt. If I am human, then that fact changes nothing. I am still a mutation, and therefore, by the system's standards, not human.

1/2

[crab]

[ the mention of authority established has him listening a little closer, but when blue says the magic word mutation, karkat promptly drops his tablet, accidentally disconnecting, letting out an extremely vehement 'fuck!' in his surprise.

he has never been more grateful for his decision to use text. ]

[crab]

[ a good ten minutes go by in which karkat struggles to pull himself together. simply the word mutation on its own might have been easier to absorb -- he's met other mutants before -- but the continuation of by the system's standards, not human has him reeling.

he isn't sure whether he's supposed to be angry about the unintentional implication that he, karkat, isn't a troll, or if he's supposed to feel a grudging, unwilling sympathy, or a familiar, half-buried loneliness he hasn't dwelled on for months, now. this was not what he was expecting. this is not fair!

eventually, though, he manages collect himself enough to turn the tablet back on, and reconnect. ]

SO WHAT, EXACTLY, DOES THE SYSTEM DO WITH YOU, IF THERE ISN'T ANY INFRASTRUCTURE IN PLACE TO COPE WITH MUTANTS?

[firstroar]

[he's a little surprised, given the delay; he thought that was that. and his own response comes with some delay -- a small one. he's speaking to a child...albeit a strange one, but he's come to expect that. strange and versed in complexities he himself has barely been able to grasp or follow.

even so, a child. one who deserves much less torment, he's certain.]

We are killed when found.

[but one deserving respect and honesty where it is called for.]

[crab]

OH.

[ he hates how immediate, how visceral the emotional response is, the way compassion and empathy flood through him, and there is yet another delay as he attempts to punch said dangerously vulnerable reaction into submission. finally, once convinced most feelings of kinship and that stupid, stupid longing for understanding of his have been wrangled under control, he goes on. ]

THAT SUCKS PRETTY HARD, MAN.
SORRY.

[ ah yes, tremor before his unmatched loquaciousness. ]

[firstroar]

[warm, sincere:] It's kind of you to say. Thank you.

It may change, somehow. We are trying. Simply hiding, stagnant, isn't enough anymore.

[crab]

GOD, SHUT UP, I WAS MERELY ACKNOWLEDGING THAT THE SYSTEMS IN PLACE WHEREVER YOU COME FROM SOUND LIKE THE SOCIETAL EQUIVALENT OF A GARBAGE DUMP. THAT DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU.
THIS IS *ALL* PURELY ACADEMIC CURIOSITY FYI. THERE IS NOTHING PERSONAL ABOUT ANY OF THIS, SO DON'T GO GETTING ANY CRAZY IDEAS. LET ME JUST DESTROY THAT PARTICULAR AVENUE OF POSSIBILITY BEFORE IT CAN EVEN PRESENT ITSELF.
SO THERE ARE A LOT OF YOU?

[ he might be a little disappointed, at that. is he the only mutant who happened to be the only one of his kind? ]

[firstroar]

[acknowledgement doesn't need to come with an "I'm sorry," kiddo. but he'll let it go, based on memory. cranky, angry child. good reasons and bad.

evenly:] There were. But fewer still, after...[exhale.] In the time I've been taken from, many are lost. But if there are more hidden on other colonies, other planets, I'll never know.

[crab]

[ he suppresses the urge to offer condolences, this time. he is not supposed to be making connections, mutant or not, and he's not about to go back on his decision so early in, just because some random alien from another universe might have a background vaguely similar to his. ]

FURTHER EXAMPLES OF THIS INCONTINENT CLOTSHITTING AWFULNESS ATTRIBUTE. I'M SENSING A THEME.
WHAT'S YOUR ESTABLISHED AUTHORITY LIKE?

[firstroar]

In ways...this United Earth is similar. Where I am from, the highest authority is a computer system designed with a program called Superior Domination. There is a commanding terminal in every colony and satellite humans occupy, which determines everything from career to offspring to actual birth. Everything is monitored and adjusted to benefit the system's output.

It's been this way for five hundred years. Humans chose to live this way, if history is to be believed. But that is granted from a machine, as well.

[crab]

WOW, MAKES LACHESIS SOUND LIKE A DOWNRIGHT JOY.
I WOULDN'T TRUST YOUR HISTORY, IF I WERE YOU.

[firstroar]

[a delay.]

"Lachesis"...

[crab]

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. INSUFFERABLY SMUG, AND ALSO A COMPLETE SOCIOPATH.
SHE'S THE ONE WHO TOOK ME FROM MY REALITY THE FIRST TIME.
TO A PLACE CALLED THE CITY.

[firstroar]

You...

[wait.]

It truly had no other name than that? I thought it was something else erased from my memory...But I remember that name. Lachesis. The machine.

[crab]

[ he very nearly drops the tablet again ]

Wait, wait, wait, you're the other imPort?!

[firstroar]

I was. [beat. no,] I am.

fuck pretend he was so upset he switched to voice and that wasn't me being a dumbass

[crab]

Oh my god, that's absolute bullshit. I can't believe this! This is way too much. [ you don't get to be a mutant and an import. ]

i didnt even notice I WILL ROLL W IT

[firstroar]

[wELL...]

It's remarkable, certainly. It seems less and less like a coincidence this way.

capslock was not enough to express his indignation

[crab]

No. Fuck this. Paradox space eats happenstance for breakfast, I'm not dealing with yet another "spoooooooky" coincidence, the entire purpose of which being to see how long it takes for Karkat Vantas to tear every last strand of follicular biomaterial from his skull in a fit of impotent fury, I am sick and fucking tired of this Chekhov's Sickle nonsense, I'm not putting up with any more. When I get my hands on her I'm going to wring her skinny neck.

[ he sounds like he means lachesis, but he really means ruka, for not telling him the other import's name in advance. ]

karcaps

[firstroar]

[wow Blue's glad this is a conversation separated by miles to avoid the emotional feedback.]

"Her"? [Karkat don't give Lachesis people pronouns it's the enemy.]

[crab]

[ he falters, then -- he at the very least has the presence of mind to remember this is public, and if he says anything that might have implications for ruka, it won't be her neck he'll have to be worrying about. ]

She-- Lachesis. Lachesis is who I meant.