compnetwork | ✵ 001; [text/anonymous]

[A simple anonymous text goes out to the network today. Nothing malicious, honest, just curiosity speaking. For those who know him well, it’s anything but anonymous when they read it. It's a habit of his, after all, and bringing up his identity (or attaching an identity at all) might cause a bit of bias...though asking questions anonymously would subject him to some bias from those browsing the network anyway as well. ~~Shhhh.~~

Ever-curious, ever-wondering. And...a bit ever-tactless, at times. Despite the fact that several people just returned from something quite traumatic, he’s most interested in their thoughts. However, others are certainly welcome too. Nothing wrong with that.]

Though seemingly unpredictable, the power to traverse worlds may contribute to the growth in humanity’s possibilities. But will it lead to man's destruction instead, or...?

[Of course, he may sound a bit detached, but considering his own situation...oh well. Most of the humans here seemed to want to go "home", despite their duties here, and despite the need of their presences here.

And then an apparently illogical topic jump/subject change. Honestly, it’s something he’s been wondering for quite a while now, ever since his arrival. Now that people have experienced more of the proof of existence of multiple worlds, surely this would be a good time to bring it up.]

Hinoto-Ri, I wish to know. What do the worlds you hail from possess that make you desire to return to them so?

[A pause in the typing, as if he just thought of something else.]

Or, for those who have recently returned, another question, if you will. What in this world did you desire while you remained in another?

[...He’s expecting answers like “not going through hell and back”, for the last one. Though given what he’s overheard, he’d pick Hinoto-Ri over wherever they went himself any day. Alcor couldn’t blame them in the least. Humans shouldn't have to needlessly suffer...]

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Yet the natives of this city think otherwise. They already do not take kindly to the current amount of Visitors...an increase in the population would make for an increase in discontent as well.

[Don't think he hasn't noticed the tension brewing...]

[He aims to please. Or not. Who knows?]

I see. For what or for whom?

[He could be working for someone...or for himself.]

Have you given up on doing so?

[A shame.]

I suppose it wouldn't. Filling the void left behind by broken bonds is no easy task.

[...]

To live is to protect others...a noble goal. I'm glad to see that.

Indeed. But will it provide its inhabitants with the answers they seek, or...?

[Though...'everyone', hm?]

[Another pause as he takes all of that in.]

And there was no way to stop the spirits from doing so?

[After all, spirits could be fought...]

You are rather devoted to your investigations.

[That's...understandable, actually. He's investigating his lost memories, after all.]

It takes effort. And it takes time. I'm not averse to hard work, though.

Do you miss anything from home?

[Aha. Turnabout.]

[nevah]

no you gotta buy it for them and set up the house for them and shit. everything else is on them.

Told you before - I'm dead back there. Ain't much I can do about any of it now. It's all up to the others.

No.

[The response comes quickly, with little hesitation. It's a bit surprising how easily he disclosed that...

What does a dead star have at home? He had nothing material binding him to his home world. He assisted humans in killing what "family" he had, and those he could consider friends were also here as well...some of them, at least. And the rest of their friends had lives to live, having found their purposes, having grown as people.

...Though a small, miniscule part of wished he could at least live some, tiny part of their beautiful, shining lives with them, before his rational mind told him that it was rather selfish.]

If I were in their situation, I would find it hard to trust strangers who are picked up seemingly randomly, and dropped off here to live. And I hear that since we were gone, they've been more vocal about their distrust of us.

[Well, he's dead too, but you don't see him giving up since there's people he knows here who he can get answers from.

...Okay maybe kind of giving up. But shh.]

And should these 'others' arrive here, what would you do? Perhaps they would have the answers you seek.

Well, sure, I'll ask 'em, but there's nothin' left at home for me either way no matter what answers I get.

[~~ea pls stop i don't want to install origin~~]

I see. One must establish a foundation for them before they can grow.

[Yes, he's taking The Sims seriously.]

[That answer came far too quickly. She didn't believe it. Maybe it was just that this person had something to hide, and didn't want to talk about it. Or...]

I've known people that were happy to be away from their home. There was nothing for them, there. Or it was dangerous. A new world might be like a paradise, compared to where they came from.

You are correct.

[Yes...they were...rather vocal about it. To the point of attempting to hurt his otherself.]

It is only natural that they would come to suspect Visitors. Humans react to perceived enemies with hostility, and fear of one's fellows leads to bloodshed, warranted or not.

Perhaps we are fortunate that it has not come to that...yet.

Yes. An unfortunate truth for those such as ourselves.

[...When'd that "our" slip in there?]

[And DeDeDe is sharp enough to catch it.]

...You too, huh?

yeah thats it! exactly. its really fun!

Take my words as you will.

[Which is as good as a 'yes', really.]

Yes, such worlds with those conditions exist.

A new world may prove to be a new chance.

[Another chance. Those don't come by easily.]

I shall take your word for it.

[The Sims still can't compare to his precious AI babies though.]

Yet. I wonder how long it will be till something happens. I think we need to start some sort of diplomacy with them. Let them know we're on their side.

My condolences, then.

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