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Characters: 00 (ghost_of_00), Innovator (therealplan) and Aurora (earth_uninstall)
Date/Time: November 12, at the time Aurora specified for the interview
Location: Housekeeping HQ
Rating: G?
Summary: 00 and Innovator go to meet their boss.
00 watched the journal, head propped in her hands. She had already eaten her share of the food ration, and in deference to the fact that she was in another person's living space had cleaned up after herself. Now she waited for the time when she and her brother were to report to Aurora.
She had not even bothered to find a pen to reply to the entries. This form of communication was unusual to her. There were people, she knew, who were writing those words. Each one's penmanship was unique, although she had no names to associate most of them with. Trying to form a mental image of each person who was writing was an impossible task--not until she met them in-person. And if she met them in person, she would be unable to recognize their writing on the journals unless they had signed it. Yet judging by the rapidity at which conversations proceeded, it was something that the residents of Edensphere had no difficulties with.
Turning back a page, 00 went over the exchange between Innovator and Aurora that had taken place yesterday. Words jumped out at her--home. Conflict. Death. Rebirth. It was a disagreement, but through words alone she could not tell how severe it was. She paid more attention to the words that her brother had written.
Brother. What did that mean? 00 had little recollection of anything. Perhaps the figures she had seen in her dream were family, but there was a deeper instinct that told her this was not true.
How can I know this? I do not know anything. I can't even remember my name. My identity is lost.
Does identity rely on a name?
I named myself. 00. I wonder what that identity will be.
She consulted her map, and stood up, shutting the journal and looking around the house until she found her brother. They would need to depart now to arrive at the specified time. "Innovator," she said quietly. "It is time to leave."
Date/Time: November 12, at the time Aurora specified for the interview
Location: Housekeeping HQ
Rating: G?
Summary: 00 and Innovator go to meet their boss.
00 watched the journal, head propped in her hands. She had already eaten her share of the food ration, and in deference to the fact that she was in another person's living space had cleaned up after herself. Now she waited for the time when she and her brother were to report to Aurora.
She had not even bothered to find a pen to reply to the entries. This form of communication was unusual to her. There were people, she knew, who were writing those words. Each one's penmanship was unique, although she had no names to associate most of them with. Trying to form a mental image of each person who was writing was an impossible task--not until she met them in-person. And if she met them in person, she would be unable to recognize their writing on the journals unless they had signed it. Yet judging by the rapidity at which conversations proceeded, it was something that the residents of Edensphere had no difficulties with.
Turning back a page, 00 went over the exchange between Innovator and Aurora that had taken place yesterday. Words jumped out at her--home. Conflict. Death. Rebirth. It was a disagreement, but through words alone she could not tell how severe it was. She paid more attention to the words that her brother had written.
Brother. What did that mean? 00 had little recollection of anything. Perhaps the figures she had seen in her dream were family, but there was a deeper instinct that told her this was not true.
How can I know this? I do not know anything. I can't even remember my name. My identity is lost.
Does identity rely on a name?
I named myself. 00. I wonder what that identity will be.
She consulted her map, and stood up, shutting the journal and looking around the house until she found her brother. They would need to depart now to arrive at the specified time. "Innovator," she said quietly. "It is time to leave."