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