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"I used to live in a room of mirrors, and all I could see was me..."
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.
Those that arrive will find they have a very short amount of time to actually adjust to time on the Moira before the ship is preparing to enter the orbit of a nearby planet. Shifts in gravity are normal, but for the most part, things carry on as usual.
WELCOME TO EMIRI
Despite recent events, it seems things are slowly coming to a standstill. As the Moira comes closer to this new planet, the Captains relay a message to the crew informing them that they are required to dock and stay on Emiri for an indeterminate amount of time due to the nature of its most prized resource: matchmaking. Although it is universally known by many other names, Emiri is a central hub for pairing others with their true intended—or second self. Each crew member will be asked to participate in a series of MANDATORY tests - both physical and mental - so that their profile may be uploaded into an efficient database before being allowed to explore what Emiri has to offer. Curious about the process? Don't be! Side effects to these simple tests are rare, and while some of them may be lengthy, the majority of them are timely, efficient, and short.
However, the company responsible for this modern miracle is well-known, especially throughout Emiri, and each Morian should verse themselves as to exactly who they are and what they do.LINK'D INC.
The Art of Once
Link’d Inc. knows that finding your second self isn’t easy, so we take the guesswork out of it for you. If you’re looking for love, a perfect genetic match, a person to help you build an empire, or something more, you’ve come to the right place. Link’d Inc. runs mental and physical screenings and performs a background analysis--all at your discretion. Immediate customization of a detailed profile is ready for you in seconds.
This profile is then calibrated into our system and cross-examined with over 99.9 billion others. We’ll find you your second self, the perfect counterpart, the very first try. It’s the chance of a lifetime. It’s the life you deserve. It’s... The Art of Once.These are some of the many different sorts of advertisements found throughout Emiri describing the corporation responsible for this advanced science. Its founder, Frederick Link, is not easily contacted, but there is some information available about him. Anyone that asks will be told bits and pieces of the following: Frederick Link searched the universes for his perfect match, only to be met with disappointment and loneliness. A businessman at heart, but a romantic to his very core, Link decided to take that perceived failure and channel it into a company that could provide others with the very thing he longed for: the perfect second self. Two years into development, during a trial run, Link was matched with a woman from a neighboring galaxy, and they’ve been together ever since. A prosperous thirty year relationship shows that the methods of Link’d Inc. can provide a person with love, romance, a business and life partner, or anything else that one might need. Whether they hear all of it is determined by how much the crew explores the vast cities of Emiri, which are connected to one another by a railway system that makes travel quick and simple. There are also numerous other modes of transportation that range from cars and trucks to boats and bicycles.HARASHANCommercial & Professional
Map of HarashanPopulation: ~ 7.28 million
Major Landmark: The Aerospace
Literacy Rate: 95%
Harashan is the main district for education and learning. There are countless programs and schools offered to those of varying races and ethnicities throughout the galaxy. Want to learn another language? Perhaps brush up on some of the arts that were never quite mastered? This is the place to perfect things that need a bit of fine tuning. It is also the main business capital and transportation hub of Emiri—the aerospace is located centrally, a busy place that monitors the comings and goings of every ship. The Link'd Inc. corporate office can be found here, as well as its chains and subsidiaries (i.e., screening facilities and health services). Their motto is: Finding your second is a business strategy. Get it right the first time.☄ DATING 101: Someone thinks you need a little more education before meeting your one and only because you're now being forced to attend reform school. Ettiquette, dining, dancing, and more, there are countless lessons you'll be taught and tested over through the course of your stay on Emiri. Perhaps you won't be so unlucky and have someone to share in the experience. ( 01.01 - 01.17 ) ☄ BOARDED UP: Crew members located in this city will be passed a flier by an unrecognizable stranger who is immediately swallowed up in the crowd of Harashan; being able to follow them will be impossible. Yet, the thin paper has nothing on it but a specific address. Asking some of the locals eventually leads to an abandoned station on the outskirts of the city in the opposite direction of the Aerospace. It's dirty and falling apart, like the residents of Emiri have completely ignored its existence. There are also signs of a struggle in random areas throughout—black scorch marks, bullet holes, and dried blood stains. Yet, the most noticeable feature is the single flag tacked onto a wall just down a flight of steps that leads to a closed subway system bearing an unfamiliar symbol. What happened here? Why won't anyone know what you're talking about if you question them? Something seems to be brewing beneath the business-driven energy of Harashan. ( 01.18 )
AvelleRomance & Love
Map of AvellePopulation: ~ 2.1 million
Major Landmark: Wem-Run River
Crime Rate: 15%
Avelle is Emiri's second largest city and is centered around those individuals looking for their second based on love compatibility versus the "entire package". However, it differs from Harashan due to its increase in families rather than individuals and is more suburban in its layout. While it does have schools and general places as Harashan does, its most noted feature is the Wem-Run River, which courses through the center of the city. Much of Avelle's energy and livelihood is generated by this natural formation, but the water is not drinkable. Their motto is: Finding your second is finding your soulmate. The first time is the only time.☄ FAMILY MATTERS: Congratulations! You've been given the keys to a new place of your very own, completely furnished and with no strings attached. But there's always a catch, right? Well. It's the starting foundation of your new life with your second—regardless of whether or not you've met. So, get settled and get comfortable. You have a while to figure out what you're going to do. ( 01.01 - 01.17 )
☄ BOMBS AWAY: Crew members located in this city will suddenly feel the slightest tremor shake the ground. Depending on how close you are to the Wem-Run River, it might be possible to see the remains of a burning ship. You might even notice the few figures in the water who are immediately swept up by - what appear to be - the authorities of Avelle. If you're further from the water, there will be thick black smoke pouring into the air, and as the crowd begins to grow larger, it's almost impossible to see what happens across the river. Yet, some of the debris will wash ashore eventually, and pieces of the boat will bear an unfamiliar symbol. What happened here? Why won't anyone know what you're talking about if you question them? Why do they whisper Komai? Something seems to be brewing beneath the light-hearted energy of Avelle. ( 01.18 )
St. MurtelGenetic & Biological
Map of St. MurtelPopulation: ~ 867,000
Major Landmark: Link'd Inc. Gen-Lab
Success Rate: ERROR
Unlike other cities across Emiri, St. Murtel's access is extremely limited and monitored closely. It is the center of medicial-related queries as well as laboratories and other screening facilities. Physical and mental conditioning and other educations are held in the pristine buildings of St. Murtel due to its heavy focus on pairing people from a genetic level to "create a better future". The streets are clean despite the vast highways that runs either side of the center of the city. Settled between these busy roads is the Link'd Inc. Gen-Lab. Their motto is: Finding your second is for the future. A perfect legacy is only born once.
☄ INFANT POSSIBILITIES: The future is closer than you think! With help from several Link'd Inc. sources, you can now know what your offspring will look like. Accessing the system is easy, and all candidates who have been logged through Link'd Inc.'s matching process will be available to view by anyone. Not the most precious thing you've ever seen? Don't worry! There are even programs that assist with altering what those genes may produce so that you can have exactly what you've always wanted. ( 01.01 - 01.17 )
☄ CUFFED: Crew members located in this city will notice an unrest arising within the people slowly gathering outside the Link'd Inc. Gen-Lab. Upon closer inspection, it seems the authorities have been contacted due to some sort of threat, and if you look even closer, that "threat" is a person being arrested and detained for questioning. What might strike you as odd is the an unfamiliar symbol inked into the back of their jacket and the shout the stranger gets out before being shoved into a locked vehicle. "The Komai won't stop until it's over!" What's happened here? Why won't anyone know what you're talking about if you question them? Who was that person and what did they mean? Something seems to be brewing beneath the strict energy of St. Murtel. ( 01.18 )
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thisavrou_log2016-01-01 12:09 am
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Still, user subroutines were for users, and this one seemed (literally and otherwise) attached. He lowered his hand reluctantly, offering a nod of appreciation for the data.
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"Here, how about you take him." He offered the purring kitten for Rinzler to hold, since he was being gentle enough and the kitten had also lost its excitement for chasing nothing in particular.
"I read that some of these plants are useful. I need to learn which ones are." He could hear more of the cats playing around in the garden elsewhere. Who knows where they came from.
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The procedure was distracting enough to almost completely override the user's plans—and certainly, plant analysis wasn't a process Rinzler wanted any part in. Right up until he realized that left him in charge of managing its cat. The enforcer's helmet angled sharply, glancing pointedly from the creature to the user.
What was he supposed do with it?
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He was hoping to find something that could neutralize strong chemicals, as much as something that could make them. But he was so confused holding it, that sympathy got the best of him. It was like giving Miller a child. He never knew what exactly to do with them. As much as he said he didn't like them, well.... he kind of did. As much as he liked animals.
"Let's go find its friends though, huh?" He tipped his head over to where he heard more mewling. "This way." And it was good he handed the kitten off. He had to lean heavily on the crutch, and having only one arm made carrying it and walking impossible.
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It took a fraction of attention to keep it from climbing up his armor, but the additional mewing noises didn't take long to detect. Neither did the obvious lean in his guide's progress. The enforcer studied the stick a little curiously, gaze shifting from it to the empty sleeve. If Miller caught him staring, Rinzler would angle his head in open question. Didn't users have more efficient methods of repair?
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He didn't know if this man was capable of caring or not, but at this point he felt entirely justified in the notion someone could care too much and live to regret it. Might as well be talking to a wall for all he knew. But it wasn't as if anyone else had really listened in a long time.
"Alright. Here we are."
And... there was several kittens. More than he expected, and gathered below the trunk of an odd looking bonsai tree. Some of them were climbing it with similarly crazy eyed antics. Others were lounging lazily, and only flicked their tails and looked up as they suddenly found themselves with company.
Now it was Miller's turn to look bewildered at the batch of romply kittens. That was more than from one litter.
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The mask raised noticeably as they come to the cats, curiosity more than enough to override any internal loops. The overall shape appeared to be standard, but size and color weren't, and attention shifted from one to the next as they climbed and cleaned and lazed. One was rolling on its back, exposing blanket-soft underside and a mouth of blade-sharp teeth. Another pounced, tackling a slow companion, but the sheathed claws read play more than a real effort at derezz. The one in his arms squirmed, irritated at its confinement, and Rinzler put it down, watching as it moved to join the rest.
Really, it reminded him of nothing more than a swarm of friendly bits. Bug-clearing bits? He glanced over to his companion to measure the assessment, only to find its own nonverbals drawn in tense unease. Not a good sign. Especially from a user.
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Defective?
A soft chime sounded as the holographic display popped up, orange text projected on a darker background. The word faced toward the user, but it wasn't hard to see Rinzler's own lights through and past it, one hand manipulating the MID on his wrist.
took me about three times to not type "crotch" instead of "crutch"
"No just... more than I expected in one place."
He sidled closer to the tree, carefully stepping around the cats (a couple of which made a point of rubbing against his crutch and pants legs like their personal little agility course).
"I guess they had a pest problem they really needed to get rid of." But why around that tree though. "And I guess this is comfortable to them." Catnip-ish tree maybe? Finally he just jostled his head with a bewildered shake. Okay. Small herd of happy kittens it would be.
As somone who regularly has to talk about Rinzler's "disk", I feel your pain
Still, the pest theory wasn't hard to test, and the enforcer crouched down, placing one circuited hand on the springy surface underneath. Attention sank into the active scan, and a multitude of faint white lights sparked up around the point of contact. They were low to the ground, oddly shaped, and in large part, a muddle. If it weren't for the larger impressions behind Miller's own path, it would be hard to recognize the footprints. Traces, really, of all the local processes. And for the most part? These seemed to be kittens.
Of course, generating a swarm of lights in a herd of kittens had its consequences, and a dozen or so tiny bodies immediately began stalking, leaping at, and crashing through their own trails. Any semblance of a pattern was thoroughly destroyed, and Rinzler withdrew his hand, letting the lights (if not the furry chaos) fade. He'd gotten his data.
All recent signatures, 97.8% match: user-analog or cat.
No trace of infestation.
That was the cutest tag
Laser pointers were not so common a thing except as an accessory to weapons, not really a reason to point them at cats unless the officer was truly a bastard. So this seemed like a pretty interesting discovery to him.
"I guess they're good prevention, then."
Oddly curious, because from everything he could tell this was a refined machine (like the mammal pod? More refined?) so he asked, "Do you like them?" Was he capable of liking things. "They seem to like you," he added.
sdlfdkjf cute is hard to avoid with kittens. Especially with these two trying to be all serious.
The question pulled him away more completely. Rinzler's mask twitched up toward the user, hesitation visible. Even the simplest program might be capable of like and dislike, but for Rinzler, those considerations had never been encouraged. Clu set his values. Clu made him perfect. He wasn't meant to generate preference any more than he was choice, especially for something so far outside his function. And if he'd compromised those limits more than he should, that wasn't something to admit to.
But the stall was dragging out too long, noise building in the silence, and eventually he shrugged, recalling the text display.
Bug cleaning: useful function.
Not a yes. But not a no, either. And for all the mechanical language, there was an almost human awkwardness behind the shrug. Rinzler keeps his stare downwards, toward the cat-creatures. A few had started eyeing his own lights speculatively, but for the most part, the circuitry was out of reach.
Tough guys can't admit to playing with kittens.
"If you use the light again, you'll be able to see their hunting tactics." Which was as good as a description as any. They were obviously already looking for it, wide eyes and large pupils searching for prey. He gestured around loosely to where they were still hunting, in the areas around it.
Hunting tactics. Yes. Exactly what this was.
Wow no. This is serious function assessment!
Along with an immediate outbreak of chasing, leaping, and tail-lashing, of course. Most seemed to be fairly indiscriminate, tackling other cats as often as the lights in their frenzy to target points of motion. A few seemed to be making at least a little effort at stealth, though, taking cover behind the tree, the user, or himself as they stalked their targets.
Rinzler settled into his usual hunch, watching it all appreciatively. Not much coordination... but he'd give them decent odds against a gridbug. More so if their learning algorithms were any good. No wonder this system was so much cleaner. The enforcer's helmet didn't move, but after a moment, he reached over to his communicator.
Cats: standard component of user systems?
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Miller didn't usually admit to liking animals. He wasn't quite a font of affection as most of the random staff aboard motherbase was. But in this case... it didn't seem like this man was going to judge him. "I think both are pretty useful."
Finding use in them also equaled giving treats and rubbing bellies, he supposed.
"They'll be calmer when they're older." Probably. Hard to tell with cats. Some remained deranged their whole lives- most got calmer. "A little more graceful, too." Again, some ended up the type that would lick their butt and fall off a table. That seemed like a lot of complicated concepts to explain at once.