If only she had been something holy herself, she could have saved him.
from Leaving Only Rust Behind by @clubsheartsspades which is an utterly gorgeous fic
[image description: a top-down view of a dark, square room. in the center of the floor lies Five Pebbles, an iterator from the game Rain World, a pink metal puppet dressed in orange robes. Five Pebbles is attached to a robotic arm mounted to the wall, which disappears under his robes. He has red and blue wires running from his head to the arm. His eyes are dark and hollow. Curled around his head is the Artificer, a slugcat from the same game. She looks like a small magenta ferret and emits a white glow, the only source of light in the room. She has red scars across her body, including one on her left eye. They are surrounded by hundreds of neuron flies, small white blobs with two protruding tentacles, that are arranged radially around them on the floor. End ID]
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"Hello. Who are you looking for?"
Huzzah i made a new blorbo! Her name is Dawn of Partial Life or DoPL/Dawn for short. She's part of Omni's local group. Shes made to replicate the minds of significant figures for people to seek knowledge to incase said figure is 1) too far to travel to, 2) unavailable, or 3) ascended.
She doesn't become the person but she understands how they think and act enough so people seeking knowledge can feel like they're talking to the real deal.
With the ancients gone now she and her peers use this ability to predict how their fellow iterators will act.
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Capillaries. Myelin sheathing. Microglia.
I love how the game seems to take inspiration from those simplified cell drawings with bright colors and exaggerated shapes.
I love how the devs seem to have used microscopic images as a reference to make their alien world feel more alien.
I love the way the myelin sheathing is on the cables because it makes electric signals travel at a faster speed in real life... Those designs work and don't feel limited by what they took inspiration from.
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any iterator born after the Great Equalizer can't solve problems, all they know is Triple Affirmative, charge they Rarefaction Cell, send messenger, be bisexual, and decay
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It's kind of tragic, in a sense, that iterators were made with so much of their creators logic and desires and yet they were left with none of the resources to satisfy such things.
Do you think they crave touch? Family? Do you think they have to have any hope of connection stomped out of them lest they rebel against what they were made for?
Were they ever afraid to feel, or to be outside of what they were supposed to be? If they ever dared to desire, would they have to hide it?
Do you think they saw their creators sometimes as family, and did the abuse hurt just that much more because of it?
Were they like children, when they were born? Did they process the world through the lens of uncertainty and naivete and was that taken advantage of to mold them into the desired product?
Or were they conscious and self aware in full, was is overwhelming, being alive for the first time?
Or were did they process things entirely as machines, did they only learn to be people after seeing it happen around them, and then did they ever regret becoming more alive than they ever needed to be? That they ever became enough to feel hurt and to hurt others?
If they were just machines at birth, with only the capability of consciousness, were the desired traits injected into them with thoughts and ideas and interactions in their formative early years and was anything else just a byproduct of trying to build a person from scratch? Did their creators even want them to feel, to be conscious and alive, or was that just a necessity to create the desired machine?
Did they even care that their creations were alive?
Did any of them grieve, when they left the children of their labor behind? Were they grieved for in turn when they were gone? Do their echoes ever try to reach out, to let them know they aren't alone, to find comfort in connection that before was so condemned?
If they tried hard enough, could they reach?
Could they find each other?
Would it be comforting to iterators that the remnants of their creators could find them, or would it bring more feelings of rage, of sorrow, of painful memories and grief and hurt from the years they were used and the years more they were abandoned?
Did they ever truly mean anything to each other?
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