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==Gwinnith== | ==Gwinnith== | ||
"The best thing about half the city being asleep," Gwinnith began, "is there's no line at the bar!" | "The best thing about half the city being asleep," [[Gwinnith]] began, "is there's no line at the bar!" | ||
The rest of her crew slammed the table in agreement as they drained their glasses. The mahua hit like roses on fire. An eleven-hour shift offloaded, refurbished, and dispatched the last of the automated skimmers back into the cloud-wilds of Neptune. By the time the drone-ships came home, bellies full of ice and microdiamonds scraped from the storms, the dockworker's union would have a better idea on how to manage the manual labor of offloading from within the CloudArk. | The rest of her crew slammed the table in agreement as they drained their glasses. The mahua hit like roses on fire. An eleven-hour shift offloaded, refurbished, and dispatched the last of the automated skimmers back into the cloud-wilds of [[Neptune]]. By the time the drone-ships came home, bellies full of ice and microdiamonds scraped from the storms, the dockworker's union would have a better idea on how to manage the manual labor of offloading from within the CloudArk. | ||
"Man, this is gonna be great!" Rashad picked at the scab of nano-sealant he'd used to bandage a cut. "No more messy fluids! I've already put in for ten days off. Gonna play sim games 'til I pass out!" | "Man, this is gonna be great!" [[Rashad]] picked at the scab of nano-sealant he'd used to bandage a cut. "No more messy fluids! I've already put in for ten days off. Gonna play sim games 'til I pass out!" | ||
"Nothing new there," Penni teased. Gwinnith marveled at how easily she cleaned up after shift. "I'm not wasting time on kid's stuff. The Council special-ordered a ton of new standard avatars for people to try out. My friend's a sim designer, and she's been tweaking this amazing black widow body." | "Nothing new there," [[Penni]] teased. Gwinnith marveled at how easily she cleaned up after shift. "I'm not wasting time on kid's stuff. The Council special-ordered a ton of new standard avatars for people to try out. My friend's a sim designer, and she's been tweaking this amazing black widow body." | ||
"You WANT to be a spider?!" Buhr shook his head. | "You WANT to be a spider?!" [[Buhr]] shook his head. | ||
"Have twice as many arms? Yeah! Plus, next time you give me crap, I can eat you!" | "Have twice as many arms? Yeah! Plus, next time you give me crap, I can eat you!" | ||
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"What about you, Buhr?" | "What about you, Buhr?" | ||
He shook his head. "I don't know. Jaya and I just got married. I know she said she doesn't want kids, but I was still thinking I'd convince her to start a family. But in cryo? How would that even work?" | He shook his head. "I don't know. [[Jaya]] and I just got married. I know she said she doesn't want kids, but I was still thinking I'd convince her to start a family. But in cryo? How would that even work?" | ||
"In my experience, it works very well," Penni coughed out past her third shot. | "In my experience, it works very well," Penni coughed out past her third shot. | ||
"Why are you all drinking? I thought we were getting dinner." Muneeba arrived in stunned horror. | "Why are you all drinking? I thought we were getting dinner." [[Muneeba]] arrived in stunned horror. | ||
"Having a little celebration," Rashad countered. "We're celebrating our last physical dinner." | "Having a little celebration," Rashad countered. "We're celebrating our last physical dinner." | ||
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==Hazeema== | ==Hazeema== | ||
"Dammit." Hazeema stared at the yellow fractals creeping from her hot pan. "The eggs crashed. Again." | "Dammit." [[Hazeema]] stared at the yellow fractals creeping from her hot pan. "The eggs crashed. Again." | ||
Loe stepped in from their private side server and opened a data window. "You jiggle them too much." | [[Loe]] stepped in from their private side server and opened a data window. "You jiggle them too much." | ||
"I jiggle them exactly as much as I do Wakeside." She opened the pan's metadata and deleted the mess. "You said you'd fixed the fluid algorithm before I opened." | "I jiggle them exactly as much as I do Wakeside." She opened the pan's metadata and deleted the mess. "You said you'd fixed the fluid algorithm before I opened." | ||
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==Phot0n== | ==Phot0n== | ||
Filaments of data stretched across infinity—reality interwoven into silken threads—and Phot0n drifted lazily, mingling the data that defined objective existence with subjective perspective. Reality frayed in the deep CloudArk and took down the borders between self and code with it. File requests felt like ants on her skin, and now with lockdown, she could stay here whenever she wanted without any of the messy needs of material reality—no bio breaks or excusing herself from dinner invites. | Filaments of data stretched across infinity—reality interwoven into silken threads—and [[Phot0n]] drifted lazily, mingling the data that defined objective existence with subjective perspective. Reality frayed in the deep CloudArk and took down the borders between self and code with it. File requests felt like ants on her skin, and now with lockdown, she could stay here whenever she wanted without any of the messy needs of material reality—no bio breaks or excusing herself from dinner invites. | ||
She stretched and composed herself, turning her perception back toward the shallows, where data shadows cast the impression of streets and buildings in a familiar landscape. The norms stuck to it like a bad faith, but it's also where the games lived. She opened her command prompt, selected an avatar and gender for the day, and turned sideways back to the streets and plazas of the shallow CloudArk. | She stretched and composed herself, turning her perception back toward the shallows, where data shadows cast the impression of streets and buildings in a familiar landscape. The norms stuck to it like a bad faith, but it's also where the games lived. She opened her command prompt, selected an avatar and gender for the day, and turned sideways back to the streets and plazas of the shallow CloudArk. | ||