What do people assume happens to someone who just disappears in this place? What would you figure happened to me, if I just fell off the map? Me, I'd assume dead. Adding a body adds a little weight, but not enough to be worth all the extra complications. Extra avenues for something to go wrong.
If... if you think going missing would be enough. I'll stay out of your way! I promise I'll stay out of your way! If it's a bad idea, we don't have to.
So. . . how do I make it so I don't have to. Injury? No. They'd just make me do it hurt. Missing? They might look. And you might get in trouble, which would hurt you. So being dead is. . . an option. But it's. Not great? As an option.
For a couple reasons. First, I don't want to be dead. Second, I don't want them bringing me back.
But if the body is really messed up, and they identify it as mine. Then that might work. And I could probably do that.
And what about all the ways something extra could go wrong with getting this body, setting it up, getting away? I want to know the plan of action for that.
It... depends. I don't think clinics are a good idea. Because the vampires need the blood, so they'll watch it. But a chemist's might have a centrifuge. For separating out the distinct part of my blood, so I can kind of... fake it. So it seems like I lost way more than I could live through.
. . . See, I'd love to have faith in this. But so far the only plan of yours I've seen in action is running from me, which hasn't impressed me even a little.
[SHAKES HIS HEAD]
Fine. How long is this going to take, anyway, hypothetically?
Well, I'm lab support, not field! My hamstrings are not my strength!
[ But he can't really defend himself past that, so he instead thinks about the tech he's seen here. He doesn't understand it all, but he knows how to use enough of it or can figure it out, so. . . ]
[ Lament's posture remains hunched as he walks, still nervous about tripping into more mistakes and being chastised again— and further weighed down by his awareness that he deserves the chastisement. But if he walks fast and finds the place. . . if he can pull this off, maybe he can prove there's something to him. That he really can get out of this. That he can slip out from under the vampire's control. Maybe both of them can? He doesn't. . . really know this guy yet, but . . . it'd be easier than going it alone.
but it's not like he has any right to ask for that.
not before he's at least proved he can do something right. He remembers the map he was shown of the area he's been stationed, and he's walked the area enough to get a feel for it. He navigates the streets, head down, to one of the strange unmanned buildings— an automated compounding chemist office, of sorts. A glass door that slides itself open, shelves stocked with small boxes behind more glass that open when the ill and authorised put their fingers to the right spot. Behind all of this, there is a place where more specific medicines are mixed on the spot, and where sometimes an analyst is stationed.
This time of night, there's no such person. He can hop the desk fairly easily to get at the equipment, but.
There's a problem. Another reader. Like everything in this vampire city, it wants a drop of blood and he's had it explained to him the problem with his— no nanites. Whatever those are? He doesn't have them. He won't be authorised. There is no legitimate way to get it to work.
Lament bites his lip for a long moment. ]
. . . I. Think? I know how to get it to work. But it's such a bad idea. Uhm. Do we . . . call it quits here?
Hey. It's not giving up. It just means we won't be done tonight. We can get the blood. All right? This is just part of it . . . we're checking the location.
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If you really want to, though . . .
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It'd be nice. To do something useful.
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Just . . .
Walk me through what you're thinking. Exactly. I'm not saying I'll help yet. Maybe. But I want to hear it.
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Then... it starts with thinking, "I don't want to do this." I guess. I don't want to hurt anyone. I really, really don't.
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Okay. That's clear as day.
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For a couple reasons. First, I don't want to be dead. Second, I don't want them bringing me back.
But if the body is really messed up, and they identify it as mine. Then that might work. And I could probably do that.
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[SHAKES HIS HEAD]
Fine. How long is this going to take, anyway, hypothetically?
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[ But he can't really defend himself past that, so he instead thinks about the tech he's seen here. He doesn't understand it all, but he knows how to use enough of it or can figure it out, so. . . ]
Six. . . ish? Hours? It depends what they have.
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repeats, tersely:] Fine.
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[ ! ]
Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I'll get it right, I swear!
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Keep your voice down. Fuck. Get out of the trash.
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he's not going to say the right things. but maybe he can do the right actions. ]
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keeping pace with him. lowly,] I mean let's try not to be heard.
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No, you're right... it's better not to be heard. I messed up.
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but it's not like he has any right to ask for that.
not before he's at least proved he can do something right. He remembers the map he was shown of the area he's been stationed, and he's walked the area enough to get a feel for it. He navigates the streets, head down, to one of the strange unmanned buildings— an automated compounding chemist office, of sorts. A glass door that slides itself open, shelves stocked with small boxes behind more glass that open when the ill and authorised put their fingers to the right spot. Behind all of this, there is a place where more specific medicines are mixed on the spot, and where sometimes an analyst is stationed.
This time of night, there's no such person. He can hop the desk fairly easily to get at the equipment, but.
There's a problem. Another reader. Like everything in this vampire city, it wants a drop of blood and he's had it explained to him the problem with his— no nanites. Whatever those are? He doesn't have them. He won't be authorised. There is no legitimate way to get it to work.
Lament bites his lip for a long moment. ]
. . . I. Think? I know how to get it to work. But it's such a bad idea. Uhm. Do we . . . call it quits here?
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. . . How about we do this carefully instead? Do some planning?
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Yeah. Okay.
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Hey. It's not giving up. It just means we won't be done tonight. We can get the blood. All right? This is just part of it . . . we're checking the location.
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