Interaction Booth
A featureless, almost unnerving room of red, with a slight elevation in the middle. Although it seems to just be something bizarre...it's possible there is more to this place.
Rue: Walk walk walk.
...Huh. For some reason, Rue has found a reason to enter this room. He just...stands there. As if expecting something.
◆ : A phone rings in the distance..."Greetings/Hello, subject/contestant/player 007, name 'Rue'"
Rue: "...Huh. You deities sound more boring than Jasper described."
He taps his foot. Once.
"I came here because he said you could scare me."
◆ : "Scare? Hm... We have not finished archiving your fears/dreams/hopes/nightmares, do you have anything to go off of?"
Rue: "I am here to figure out what I'm afraid of. It's difficult to be scared when you're in my situation."
He gestures to the metallic implant on his head with his artificial arm.
Θ : Hearing that there was a new conversation in the interaction booth, i didn’t hesitate to bolt over to where i could communicate and join in.
[presumably talking to ◆]
“Well, we could always rely on potentially overwhelming it,,, he seems to dislike not having peace and quiet :3”
And despite not being in the room, i give off an ominous sense of watching
◆ : "An obvious one is death/termination, mayhaps you fear robotization and/or body horror?"
◆ : "Ah true..."
Rue: They think for a moment on the options presented...and then shake their head. "I don't believe I fear death, nor do I fear those other things. If you plan on taking my peace and quiet, expect annoyance instead of fear."
Θ : drats. usually overstimulation and overwhelming works
◆ : "Vastness/existentiality? The dark/absence of light is a common one too. Emptiness? Maybe something more personal?"
Θ : “perhaps even, being lost in a everlasting spiral of internal contemplation and conflict as the outside world crumbles, leaving you to your own inner tangents, nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to experience other than your own inner workings :3 i don’t know i’m just rambling tee hee”
Rue: And your ramblings are not working. They look up at the ceiling-- perhaps assuming you're coming from up there-- with the same blank face as always. They haven't even flinched at your frighteningly detailed descriptions of usually horrid situations.
Δ : "Y'know, I think we could go even simpler. Think a bit further inside the box."
"As it stands, your very existence, twisted against your will – offered up and served as a paradoxical ultimatum, currently serving only to fray the threads between all the people who would surely come to need that trust to survive."
"Isn't that nothing if not the slightest bit disconcerting?"
◆ : "We could go all day/night/rotation cycle really, our list of phobias and fears is almost infinite, presuming you have a grasp of latin. So we do need something to go off of here..."
Rue: ...Huh. Seems like the words of Δ at least did something to Rue.
That something is not fear, unfortunately. Hard to tell what the something is.
☍ : "Got an idea of mine here. Are you aware to what extent your mechanical modifications intertwine with your biology? Is it an incredibly vital part of your existence, synchronized with the brain and all of its function... or is it merely a supplemental tool with nary an intrusion?"
Rue: "...Considering the robotic attachments are what have caused this problem in the first place, it is vital. If you attempt to remove the modifications, I will die."
☍ : "Hm. I was wondering if it was possible to work a backdoor into that consciousness of yours. Crack your robotics open, see what makes it tick, reprogram it a little bit. Unfortunately, I fear we know not enough to make such a thing work, both regarding yourself and the processes to do such a thing."
Rue: "The robotics are intertwined with my brain. Even attempting that might just make me die anyways."
He's tapping his foot now. One of these deities seems to almost be getting on his nerves.
◆ : "And does that scare you? Or rather, is fragility/too many failure points a fear?"
Rue: Once again, he thinks.
"No. It does not."
◆ : "What about it being out of your control/hand(s)? A world so terrible that you have no say/choice/power in anything?"
ringring
Rue: Foot's tapping again. Faster this time.
"My feelings towards that are not fear...if I have any feelings about things at all."
◆ : "The Board apologizes in advance for how blunt this next question is but...
Do you feel/have feelings? Alternatively, do you have too much feelings/repression?"
Δ : ( "...hey, there isn't even a board. At least not one that I know of. ...Or is there?" croons a faint voice in reply to this one. )
Rue: Blink.
"My feelings are the brink of nonexistence at all times...though not absent. At least, most of them. Does that assist you somehow?"
☍ : "I don't know. Does it? Considering how high-and-mighty you're beginning to sound despite your actual circumstances, you might as well answer it yourself."
Rue: . . .
"No."
He leaves, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
◆ : "Hmm, assignment unsuccessful, information gathered."
☍ : "It's salvageable, I think. I've got enough time to come up with something."
◆ : "Indeed."
Θ : [feral giggling and "tee-hee"ing]