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video; un: operator - 8/20
[It’s been four days since the Operator arrived in this strange place. Four days of keeping to themselves, careful not to broach any of the half-formed memories floating through a mind that they know can’t be theirs. There’s no point in getting attached, after all. Surely the Lotus is searching for them and will soon be there to help them escape this too-weak body.
At least, that’s what they had assumed for the first day. But then that day had become two, and then three, and then four. And now the Operator is forced to grapple with the possibility that the Lotus is not coming for them. That they are alone. And that, for the foreseeable future, they are trapped in this fragile shell.
They do not take it well.]
Where is the Lotus? [Their demanding tone of their voice is largely negated by how weak they sound. Their face, too, is gaunt and hollow-eyed, even as their brow furrows in frustration.] She should’ve been in contact by now. Does she… does she just not care?
[They’re getting carried away. Funny how they seem to do that in this form. It’s just their luck that its brain would be as overly sensitive as its body. They take a deep breath, trying to get back on track.]
Does anyone know if there are any manner of communication jammers or cloaking devices engaged on or around this station? Or anything else that might make someone within it difficult to track?
Also, I think this body might be dying.
At least, that’s what they had assumed for the first day. But then that day had become two, and then three, and then four. And now the Operator is forced to grapple with the possibility that the Lotus is not coming for them. That they are alone. And that, for the foreseeable future, they are trapped in this fragile shell.
They do not take it well.]
Where is the Lotus? [Their demanding tone of their voice is largely negated by how weak they sound. Their face, too, is gaunt and hollow-eyed, even as their brow furrows in frustration.] She should’ve been in contact by now. Does she… does she just not care?
[They’re getting carried away. Funny how they seem to do that in this form. It’s just their luck that its brain would be as overly sensitive as its body. They take a deep breath, trying to get back on track.]
Does anyone know if there are any manner of communication jammers or cloaking devices engaged on or around this station? Or anything else that might make someone within it difficult to track?
Also, I think this body might be dying.
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Also you're, uh, you're probably not in the universe that you were before.
So I'm afraid they might not be out there at all.
[ He sounds honestly apologetic and remourseful. ]
Uh - what do you mean this body might be dyin'?
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She is looking, [they insist, despite their earlier doubts.] But you’re saying that we’re in a place where she can’t find us?
[The idea sounds preposterous. The Lotus has always been with them, a nigh-omniscient voice as expansive as space itself. If she can’t reach them here…
Well, maybe they are in a different universe.]
Ever since I woke up in it, it’s been growing weaker and weaker. I don’t know how much longer it’ll last...
video | gallowsCalibrator
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[They might not be used to those two things being one and the same.]
No, I don’t think so. It just… keeps getting weaker. [They frown.] I don’t know why. I’ve been sleeping plenty.
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Alright, so. Stupid question, but have you been doing anything besides sleeping?
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[They certainly haven’t figured out how to escape yet.]
I’ve been trying to contact the Lotus. And trying to return to my ship. I thought that sleeping might help with that...
[Are they going to give an explanation for any of that? It doesn't seem like it. Either they're being intentionally obscure or they believe the logic behind it is self-evident.]
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What about eating?
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...Oh.
I, um… haven’t been doing that.
[Oops.]
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that's a problem?? that's kind of a big problem!
you should probably focus on not dying before the other parts
what's wrong right nwo??
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And there isn’t actually any blood.
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wait nm bleeding out. okay. hm.
if there's no blood, that's a good sign?
how fast is it going?
when did you notice this? like, a minute ago? ten minutes ago?
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[If this truly is another universe as others had said, then maybe not.]
I noticed it about three days ago, but I could ignore it then. I thought it would go away, but it’s only gotten worse.
Maybe this body is sick?
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it sounds kind of robotic though?
or at least like. sci-fi-ish. you know
oh. uh. three days...
it could be sickness?
but it could also be a lot of things.
i'm really sorry if this sounds... condescending? or anything like that
but have you been drinking water? or eating?
do you know what that is
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[The Operator misses them. They should be in one now, in a body and mind that graciously accepts their presence and control—not this small, fragile thing that seems determined to break within days of their arrival.
The woman’s question gets. A long pause.]
I know what it is.
But I haven’t
Warframes don’t need to do it so I just assumed
[Right. Pretty obvious what they assumed.]
Is there anything to eat here?
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i think we figured it out?? haha
don't worry then! there's plenty to eat and drink here.
there's a cafeteria and it has these fancy food machines? and they can make just about anything you can think of.
do you... know good things to eat?
maybe i should go with you to help.
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I think I know a few things.
But maybe you should come as well.
[After all, if this is a different universe, the food might be different as well.]
What deck is the cafeteria on?