TO994M | day 4 | morning | audio

[cactusy]

[There's the sound of footsteps on sand; she's walking as she talks, heading away from the beach and up towards the scrubby jungle.]

So I got got by what I think was a crossbow bolt. Kinda hard to tell for sure; it all came at me pretty fast. Got an arrow to the leg not long before that, but the one that came for my head seemed bigger in the point-two seconds of reaction time I had before it hit. And it did hit. Should've been difficult-to-impossible to survive, but here I am. Which tells me some things.

[She relays the news of her almost-certain death matter-of-factly, in the same flat-ish tone as her previous radio contributions. If anything, she sounds a little more upbeat here: it's not by much, but having (what she thinks are) answers is a relief. At least now she (thinks she!!) knows what she's dealing with.]

Look, guys; this isn't real. Fifty-fifty odds whether you're a part of it or not - maybe you're all artificial constructs and I'm the only real sentient person here, or maybe we're all hooked up to machines in a lab and we've been tossed into this simulated... thing together. Gonna be nice and assume the latter, for now. Point is, signs have been pointing to this for a while, and this proves it. But this is good news, kind of. It means that whatever happens here doesn't really matter. We die, we screw up, we do something our monitor overlord doesn't like - we just reset. I fired off three bullets, and they're back now, because the gun and the bullets are just lines of computer code that can be rewritten in whatever way the people running this want.

Priority number one shouldn't be escaping the island or long-term survival or whatever. It should be figuring out how to get out of the simulation. Then the party can really get started.

Comments

[cactusy]

Not if he's just going to get himself killed.

[hyakuoku]

Oh? I thought you said that didn't really matter.

[ That laugh again; it's one of his quirks that probably annoys the shit out of other people. ]

To be clear, I don't want anyone to be in mortal danger. I think it would be safer to do an experiment like that in pairs, or with some kind of line tether back to the shore. But he doesn't really seem like the type who's gonna wait to set up that kind of thing. Maybe by the time we could actually build a raft, we could convince him though.

[cactusy]

I said we come back if we die. So sure, technically it doesn't matter, but a guy who freaks out just from being here isn't the kind of guy who's not going to be traumatized by that happening to him. And the fact that you think he's gonna go off half-cocked just makes him an even worse pick. Who's to say he'd even bother communicating his findings back?

[hyakuoku]

He told me he'd tell me what he finds. I don't really have a reason to think he won't. I know a few people like him back home, who yell a lot and make a lot of fuss about things but who get things done when it matters. He seems like that type to me.

You know the first thing he did when he woke up here other than scream a lot was make a giant SOS sign on the beach? He's not a total idiot. And he volunteered tools once he gets down here to this resort we found. That's why I think he's got more to him than just bullshit.

As for trauma...I can't speak to that. Dying and coming back is shitty, there's no two ways around that. I don't know what we'll find out in the ocean and I stand by what I said: it's better to tag team it. What do you want me to do, try to convince a guy like that to not try it? If he's gonna try it anyway, I'd rather hear what he finds and not just piss him off so he won't tell us anything.

[cactusy]

... Okay.

[Sorry, Senku. She's a woman of few words.]