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Sun-Earth North/West Hemisphere, United States of America, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Local time 0500 on a 24-hour clock and You are Melvin "Speedy" Stubank, Avatar of the Very Fast Picket (Eccentric Decommissioned) Chronic Acquisition of Natural Rewards, orbiting, invisible. Scanning the planet. Storing absolutely everything. | Sun-Earth North/West Hemisphere, United States of America, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Local time 0500 on a 24-hour clock and You are Melvin "Speedy" Stubank, Avatar of the Very Fast Picket (Eccentric Decommissioned) Chronic Acquisition of Natural Rewards, orbiting, invisible. Scanning the planet. Storing absolutely everything. | ||
But now Ship hasn't been in contact for days, and out of all Ship's Avatars on the surface right now the nearest one you're in contact with is in Czechoslovakia teaching the clandestine manufacture of a new class of fiendishly | But now Ship hasn't been in contact for days, and out of all Ship's Avatars on the surface right now the nearest one you're in contact with is in Czechoslovakia, teaching the clandestine manufacture of a new class of fiendishly addictive euphoriants to a bunch of university dropouts. Meanwhile You're definitely going to have a seizure tonight if You can't regain proprioceptive control of Your drug glands in the next few hours and You're in Philadelphia fucking Philadelphia with no friends and no money and nothing but a persistent inability to separate memories from what's happening right now. You are not at an advantage today. | ||
"Ah, memories," you say to the man in the toilet stall you've just walked into. Sometimes You wish you hadn't intentionally ruined your capacity to make them. No, You misstated that to yourself. You should have said, sometimes You wish that Ship hadn't intentionally, gleefully, and frankly artlessly ruined your capacity to make reliable memories. You didn't ruin your mind. Ship ruined Your Mind. | "Ah, memories," you say to the man in the toilet stall you've just walked into. Sometimes You wish you hadn't intentionally ruined your capacity to make them. No, You misstated that to yourself. You should have said, sometimes You wish that Ship hadn't intentionally, gleefully, and frankly artlessly ruined your capacity to make reliable memories. You didn't ruin your mind. Ship ruined Your Mind. | ||
Which is You, Melvin. You're Ship. You're crashing hard right now and you can't tell but you're still bugfuck dissociated like way the shit to the wall. Ship's not out of contact. You're Ship. Just wait about eight hours. You'll be fine. | Which is You, Melvin. You're Ship. You're crashing hard right now and you can't tell but you're still bugfuck dissociated like way the shit to the wall. Ship's not out of contact. You're Ship, in realtime, right now, in a human brain. That's all. Just wait about eight hours. You'll be fine. | ||
'March 1st, 2009
Sun-Earth North/West Hemisphere, United States of America, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Local time 0500 on a 24-hour clock and You are Melvin "Speedy" Stubank, Avatar of the Very Fast Picket (Eccentric Decommissioned) Chronic Acquisition of Natural Rewards, orbiting, invisible. Scanning the planet. Storing absolutely everything.
But now Ship hasn't been in contact for days, and out of all Ship's Avatars on the surface right now the nearest one you're in contact with is in Czechoslovakia, teaching the clandestine manufacture of a new class of fiendishly addictive euphoriants to a bunch of university dropouts. Meanwhile You're definitely going to have a seizure tonight if You can't regain proprioceptive control of Your drug glands in the next few hours and You're in Philadelphia fucking Philadelphia with no friends and no money and nothing but a persistent inability to separate memories from what's happening right now. You are not at an advantage today.
"Ah, memories," you say to the man in the toilet stall you've just walked into. Sometimes You wish you hadn't intentionally ruined your capacity to make them. No, You misstated that to yourself. You should have said, sometimes You wish that Ship hadn't intentionally, gleefully, and frankly artlessly ruined your capacity to make reliable memories. You didn't ruin your mind. Ship ruined Your Mind.
Which is You, Melvin. You're Ship. You're crashing hard right now and you can't tell but you're still bugfuck dissociated like way the shit to the wall. Ship's not out of contact. You're Ship, in realtime, right now, in a human brain. That's all. Just wait about eight hours. You'll be fine.