Not a clue. I'm not usually the person who figures that stuff out, I'm the person who takes care of it when other people do. But we know somebody planted these walkies on us, I'm not going to assume they did it out of the goodness of their hearts.
President Matthew Whittier, 2015. Guessing it's going to be different for you, because that's a hallmark of whatever is going on here. We got somebody claiming to be a Viking.
[In the 2015s she's been to, a man with the unlikely name of Obama was frequently president, but there were others: Wolfe, Perry, Gore. Whittier is unfamiliar to her.]
[Luckily, she doesn't have to say any of that.]
I wouldn't know. It's '97 where I'm from; we have Clinton.
Why disbelieve him? It might be good to have a football player here.
[Vikings have largely been out of the public consciousness for most of Moss' lifetime; The Thirteenth Warrior hasn't yet come out, much less Valhalla Rising or endless permutations of Thor. Her mind falls, absurdly, on the face of Kirk Douglas. At a loss, her shield of distant professionalism slips-]
I'm not going to hurt myself to prove a point. I don't entirely disagree with your perspective. I'm just curious about the extent of it. If people aren't real, but they feel pain, to me, at least, there isn't a difference in how I'd react to them.
A simulation? It would have to be a very advanced simulation. [And entirely possible, technologically, in some versions of 2015.] There are very philosophical ways of looking at it-- I'm partial to the Butterfly's Dream-- but that's not the point, is it? You're speaking in practical terms.
[She's speaking aloud, thinking it over while she sits on the beach and waits for her equipment to dry. This is a welcome distraction from the worry that her prosthesis has been irreparably damaged.]
Practically... how does this experience being simulated change it?
Chuang Tzu was a philosopher. One night he had a vivid dream that he was a butterfly. It felt so real to fly on the wind, with no worries beyond the little things butterflies worry about. When he woke, he realized it had been a dream, and he felt the same relief, except now he was glad he was a person. It felt so real to breathe with human lungs and stand with human legs. He had to ask himself, "am I Chuang Tzu who dreamt I was a butterfly, or am I a butterfly who dreams I am Chuang Tzu?"
It's not an enduring interest. But I had to take a course on it for [training?] my major. [That's not even technically a lie.] It encourages abstract thought, which can be helpful in surreal situations.
[Maybe it's a lie and maybe it's not, but either way, Shaw notices the lack of elaboration: and realizes, for the first time, how strange it must have sounded for her to casually admit to her own past government work.]
The way I see it, simulation or not, we're not in Kansas anymore. Either what's going on here is so divorced from anything going on at home that most of our secrets are totally irrelevant, or they're a little too relevant, and anybody monitoring this feed already knows everything anyway.
But there's still stuff I'm keeping to myself regardless, so if your job is one of those things for you, I get it. No more home questions?
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It's a good assumption. Are you implying you ran counter-intelligence?
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American?
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invents a name because canon never bothers to give him one even though he literally appears onscreen
president alan smithee.
[Luckily, she doesn't have to say any of that.]
I wouldn't know. It's '97 where I'm from; we have Clinton.
Why disbelieve him? It might be good to have a football player here.
LMAO
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The- with the horns?
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[there is no fucking way this woman knows what a VR sim is]
-- a hallucination.
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[This is only technically not a lie.]
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If I were to hurt myself, would you believe my pain was real? Not real to you, but real to me.
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[She says, her tone serious.]
So just in case? Don't do it.
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[She's speaking aloud, thinking it over while she sits on the beach and waits for her equipment to dry. This is a welcome distraction from the worry that her prosthesis has been irreparably damaged.]
Practically... how does this experience being simulated change it?
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Chuang Tzu was a philosopher. One night he had a vivid dream that he was a butterfly. It felt so real to fly on the wind, with no worries beyond the little things butterflies worry about. When he woke, he realized it had been a dream, and he felt the same relief, except now he was glad he was a person. It felt so real to breathe with human lungs and stand with human legs. He had to ask himself, "am I Chuang Tzu who dreamt I was a butterfly, or am I a butterfly who dreams I am Chuang Tzu?"
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The way I see it, simulation or not, we're not in Kansas anymore. Either what's going on here is so divorced from anything going on at home that most of our secrets are totally irrelevant, or they're a little too relevant, and anybody monitoring this feed already knows everything anyway.
But there's still stuff I'm keeping to myself regardless, so if your job is one of those things for you, I get it. No more home questions?
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