VICTORY ROAD: IC INBOX

[fingersandteeth]

This is Steven. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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[papacerberus]

Lupa shakes his head. "He and the Embryon are on a mission to stop the destruction of the Earth by God. He is with his Tribe. And surely, if there is a true Nirvana they are destined to find peace and happiness together there after they succeed."

"This place is a paradise compared to the Junkyard, but to damn the Earth, take him from his Tribe, and deny him true peace and happiness is selfish. ...but I still desire it."

[fingersandteeth]

Steven is very quiet for a long time. "Do you want to know what I believe about our presence here?" he asks finally.

[papacerberus]

"I will listen," Lupa says at last.

[fingersandteeth]

"We are not ourselves but copies of the true versions," Steven says. "Our true selves stay in our worlds while the selves we are here—our copied consciousnesses—get to experience respite."

[papacerberus]

Lupa's eyes narrow. He's not sure he likes the sound of that. "If this is true, what would this place be? Who has brought us here? And what is the true purpose?"

To give a 'copy' of someone respite instead of the actual person... yeah, seems suspicious.

[fingersandteeth]

"Some kind of simulation," Steven says with a shrug, "based off a child's game. As for the rest of it... God only knows. I don't talk about it much to other people—most people don't like the implications any more than you do. But it got pointed out to me as a theory and it makes more sense to me than anything else."

[papacerberus]

Lupa's concern immediately turns... almost angry? Definitely sad and worried, and the anger doesn't seem to be directed at Steven.

"The Junkyard was a simulation. I was a combat AI. We all were... except we were not. When Angel infected us with the Atma Virus, it awakened older data--memories, souls--of the people we had been before. So you understand why I am extremely concerned about your theory."