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[a_shadow]

I.

I'm not asking for anyone's help making this decision, but I've got a big one that dropped in my lap, and I'm thinking about the whole process now. You know—dealing with the whole 'this is going to affect me for the rest of my life' thing.

It's not fun.

I think I know what I'm going to do, but pulling the trigger, so to speak...it sucks.

II.

[ Several minutes later, a for sale ad is sent out from Tex's network address: ]

For sale: 2 android-style robots. These are empty shells without any sort of intelligence included. 1 suit of Freelancer armor. Cobalt blue. Sniper rifle not included. Prices on these items are negotiable. Please make a reasonable offer.

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[a_shadow]

I'd rather have cash than stuff I can't use anymore

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[archea]

How do you use those? Like, robo-butlers or something?

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[a_shadow]

No, you have to have an AI to put in it. Like me.

See, I got a clone body when the Ingress brought me in. I can use the robot if I want but it always fucks my organic body up when I leave it for a while and then come back. If I want to keep it I have to quit fucking it up all the time.

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[archea]

Wow, trippy.

How does it fuck your organic body? Like, is it a physical thing, or a mental thing?

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[a_shadow]

It's a physical thing. Every time I leave my body basically goes into a coma. It can't regulate its own temperature or anything. I have to leave it lying in a diaper. That kind of shit. And lately when I try to go back to it, it's hard to wake up.

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[archea]

So it's not as much that you want to sell these, but you're what, ridding yourself of them to not put your body in danger? Am I getting this right?

Wouldn't it be better to find a way to keep your organic body all nice and good when you're not using it?

[ She wants to say something else, but she needs Tex to say something else herself first, though. Archer kind of hopes the she does. ]

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[a_shadow]

Got it in one.

That'd be nice, yes. Why, do you know of a way?

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[archea]

I think I can keep your body okay. At least I could repair everything you've done to it so far, we would need to test my theory in regards of you going around doing the body-swapping thing.

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[a_shadow]

Who are you? What is your field of expertise?

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[archea]

We're doing this backwards, sorry.

I'm Archer. And my field of expertise is really freaking difficult to explain. It's not magic but it's the closest you're probably going to relate to.

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[a_shadow]

The whole 'magic is just advanced science' thing? Yeah, I'm familiar with that. So medical things within that sphere?

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[archea]

You can call it that but it's not quite that. There's no spellcasting or magical books or whatever. It's hard to explain.

I want to help, but I'd rather do it in my own terms. Can we meet somewhere? Somewhere private. You can bring someone you trust, even.

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[a_shadow]

You can meet me in my home. My roommate will be there as well.

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[archea]

Cool.

...where's that again? Also who am I asking for?

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[a_shadow]

My name's Tex.

[ She sends a ping on the map after this for her address. ]

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[archea]

Tex. Got it.

I'm actually kinda close. So see you...well, in the night?

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[a_shadow]

Whenever works.

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[archea]

Cool.

[ She's just gonna stop responding now. ]