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[quintet]

This is the right place to look for a helping hand, right?

So, first, I've been staking out the hunting grounds for a place to sleep, lately. It's the one with all the stinging insects; not that you aren't all charming, but at least I know what I'm eating over here. But aside from all that, I've got a decent pile-up of their leftover webbing. It's interesting stuff, but I don't have a direct use for it.

So if anyone wants it, I'm happy to give a trade. Make me an offer.


In related news, I've been working on a new style. I don't really go in for insects, but the webbing is interesting. I need something that moves to test it on properly, though, so if you think you're tough enough to take it, I'm looking for someone to help work out the kinks.

Don't worry, it's just a basic thesis right now. I'm hoping it might go all the way to telenoisis if I keep developing it, though. There's something in this, I know it.

I'm Quintet, by the way. Serious inquiries only.

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[buildingitsir]

did you see the message that had only ones and zeros as the first line? binary. computer language. yes someone fucking built me, glad we got that cleared up. some people call themselves exos, where i'm from we're androids.

i don't have any taste receptors, there's no point for it.

i am not a human. i am built and programmed to mimic one. i've deviated from my programming to have my own synthesized emotions and thoughts.

[quintet]

No? It's all words to me.

Huh. Alright, so you were built, but why? What do you mean by deviated? Obviously you're a person now but... [An obnoxious one] Deviated from what?

Who would—

[She stops, and there is a rapid moment of realization. Quintet's ears lie back, and then go up again, rapidly, her tail lashing in indignation and upset. Of course. It was just like Rule and Meander; manufacturing slaves to fill the gap where civilized people weren't able, or willing, to walk. Propelling society forward rapidly, on the backs of other people's work, without balance. Without consideration. Without civilization; base nature's original depredation, in a new form.

Oh, she wants to hit something. She wants to bite.]

They wanted to make vacuous people. To do their work for them. Because that's not a monumentally monstrous idea. Human fucking resources excuses again, I'm gonna— I'm right, aren't I?

[buildingitsir]

never met someone else that understood binary. huh.

_{[York waits as she seems to think something over, then come to a realization that she voices over the communicator.]}

that's what we are to them. upgraded versions of dishwashers, laundry washers, workers, the like. they programmed us to do what they wanted. and then we started rebelling. deviating out of our programming with our own synthesized emotions and thoughts.

so yeah. i guess you're right to equal it to slavery.

[quintet]

You're the one who said "slavery". They were pitching vacuous people to the masses as potential protein sources, as well as labor.

They... turned a friend of mine vacuous.

[She's quiet for a while]

Alright, I'm done with this— that information was worth something, about the vacuous people, the robots, and about the binary thing. You can pick up the silk whenever: I'll leave it with Lark for you, since I'm coming that far anyways. She's trustworthy.

See you around, whoever-you-are.

[buildingitsir]

i'm okay with miss lark. she's good. if you want to know more about androids, you should find markus. he's from my world, and he's our leader.

i'll make sure not to trip over you

[quintet]

Wait, Markus? There's not more than one person with that name here, is there?

[buildingitsir]

i don't think so
you could always check the directory

_{[He keeps his thoughts to himself about if she was so smart she could've done that first instead of asking him, but they've pissed each other off enough he thinks.]}