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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 4:47:31 GMT -6
"The Data Overmind. It's like their, um.." Adam struggled to find the right word. "...their Master Control Program. It creates them and gives them orders."
"I doubt that. The human mind doesn't really have the capacity for learning this kind of language right now. Ah." he came to a halt as the Logi started effortlessly hiking up a steep slope. "You know what, we really don't need to do this."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 10:25:32 GMT -6
"Has anyone tried to destroy the Data Overmind? If it's the one creating the data bots shouldn't all the trouble end if we can kill it?" she asked. "Do we know where it is?"
She wasn't willing to give up learning the language that easily. "How do you know? Has anyone ever tried to teach a human before?" she pressed. She didn't mind being a guinea pig. She wanted to try.
Cécile looked back to Adam. "What do you mean we don't have to do this? I hate to break it to you; but, I'm not one of the super heroes who can fly. I don't even have a magical vehicle or anything."
"Oh and it occurs to me I still haven't gotten you name. I'm Cécile Simard. It's a little late for introductions but I'm glad to have your help. So thanks."
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 10:52:47 GMT -6
"Oh, plenty have tried." Adam said. "The only trouble is that it doesn't have a body, and since it doesn't have a body it can't be beaten as easily as a person with a body."
He rubbed the back of his head. "It's not as much a willingness to learn thing as it is a biology thing. You have a biological body you were born in and will live in until you die. There's that dynamic between body and mind in there. Your mind controls your body, which, in turn, sustains your mind. My people, shock of horrors, forsook their bodies so they could expand their minds. Telepathy is as natural for me as talking is for you."
"And my name is Adam." He hit the palm of his right hand with two fingers from his left, making the both of them vanish and reappear on the bridge of a ship. "And I have a time-space machine."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 11:14:35 GMT -6
Cécile nodded. She had assumed destroying the overmind would prove difficult.
"But telepathy is a matter of the mind, right? And we humans do have minds. Even if we can't project our thoughts isn't it possible we'd be able to receive them?" she asked. "Why did your people give up their bodies?" she asked curiously.
She laughed. "Time-space machine?! Like Doctor Who?! We're going to time travel?!" she questioned excitedly.
"But um...Not to put a damper on what no doubt is the beginning of an incredible adventure but...Doesn't a time machine seem a bit unnecessary? We just need to follow the data bot, right? Wouldn't that be the easiest safest way to go? I'm not tired. How are you fairing?"
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 11:27:49 GMT -6
"No. At least, not yet. We're just going to monitor the Logi until it reaches its ship." Adam said, dashing to a console and pressing buttons. "I don't really get tired."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 11:39:45 GMT -6
Cécile smiled wryly. "If you're not tired why bother with just monitoring it? Won't we be able to respond faster if we follow it directly?" she questioned.
"What about mages? I'm not one myself but I've been told some can use telepathy. And the way I communicate with my partner, Cybil, at times that seems telepathic," she pointed out.
"So...Isn't time traveling dangerous? What about destroying the space time continuum and stuff?"
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 11:45:56 GMT -6
"Because whenever I go up a mountain, bad things happen." Adam replied, not taking his eyes off a monitor.
"I wouldn't know. I haven't met many who study magic." he pressed a few more buttons. "Nah. That's a myth for the most part."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 11:52:25 GMT -6
"Whenever you go up a mountain bad things happen?" she pressed. What exactly did he mean by that?
"For the most part? Meaning it's held true on some occasions. Why would you tamper with the past? It seems like there are connections that are difficult to perceive. I'd hate to accidentally wreck something important."
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 11:59:44 GMT -6
"You ever heard of the pogo paradox?" Adam asked. "It's a temporal law. Interfering with an event usually causes it to happen. So, really, however you tamper with the past, it usually rectifies itself."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 12:11:25 GMT -6
Cécile chuckled. "Pogo paradox?" She whistled. "Quite a name." "Well good to know the past is basically safe from people trying to 'fix' it. I mean you could 'fix' something and cause something much worse to happen as a result."
Cécile had been through a lot. Not a day went by when she didn't wish she had acted differently when her mother had come to convince her to have dinner with her unsupervised. It all came back to that. If she hadn't allowed herself to be swayed she would never have been abducted. Her brother wouldn't have been forced to come and rescue her. He wouldn't have murdered their mom. He wouldn't have been imprisoned and committed suicide.
But she couldn't take it back. And if that hadn't happened she never would have met Cybil and protected people. She was glad she didn't have the option of tampering with her own past. She didn't know if she'd be strong enough to do the right thing and let herself be taken in by her mother's words even though it would mean being chained to bed in the basement for a year, being hit and ill fed. And even though it would mean her brother, the most important person in her life, would die. How much longer would she be forced to live without him?
She tried to push the thoughts away. It was difficult as she was having 'one of those days'. Instead she chose to focus on telepathy again. "Can you use telepathy in this form?" she asked. "Can you try and connect to my mind?"
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 13:01:14 GMT -6
"It's official term is the causality loop, if that makes it sound more scientific." he said. "Looks like our Logi hit some rocky patches. It's struggling."
He turned and gazed at her somewhat sadly. "I can. I don't know if you'd want to be speaking with 250 million minds."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 13:14:20 GMT -6
"Causality loop does sound more impressive," Cécile acknowledged. "Well...I suppose our Logi will get there eventually. Patience is a virtue and all that jazz." She herself had never been very patient.
She turned to him eagerly. So he could try it? "What if I wanted to?!" she asked excitedly. It would be experiencing language like never before. She could be one of the few people privy to such an experience. What would it be like, linking minds with 250 aliens?! What would their thoughts be like? Would their hopes and desires be so different from humans are would they practically be the same?
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 13:16:14 GMT -6
"If you insist." Adam beckoned her closer. "The sensation of it sends some people mad."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 13:20:42 GMT -6
Cécile had to suppress a chuckle. She'd been on the brink of madness several times before. Some people still believed she dwelt teetering on the edge of insanity. But she had never completely snapped, never entirely lost it. Something like this wouldn't break her. She'd already lost what was most dear to her due to her own foolishness and carelessness.
Cécile moved forward and smiled. "I want to try," she said, her voice brimming with determination.
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 13:29:02 GMT -6
"Alright. On your head be it." Adam put his hand on the side of her head. "Well, technically, in your head be it." He closed his eyes. "Don't be alarmed. It can be quite a rush." He connected their minds, and for a moment he could see everything she had seen, and experienced everything she had. She, in turn, was able to do the same.
Voices filled their mind. They sounded like recorded speech when it was reversed. It echoed in both their minds.
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