"Heh, I'm the opposite, one everyone goes to for tech stuff. Kinda my thing." If her figuring out the shock collar thing wasn't enough of a giveaway on that front. "Dinnae think that's gonna be so much of a problem here. Haven't seen anythin' electronic that one of us didn't bring with and mosta that shorted out. Maybe this place has an aura, too."
The further they move the more distant the memories are and though there's tickles of them on the edges, still flashing in front of her eyes when she doesn't try hard enough to push them away, she's a little stronger with every step.
Not like she hasn't had nightmares before. Not like she won't have them again, probably with brand new details for flavour from the other memories flashing in her head and the image of the Nightrenders, but it's fine. It's totally fine.
"Holons are big, fuck off mecha that we like— so we kinda upload our brains into them? Electronic versions of 'em. Not the actual fleshy bit. We become the robot."
All that metal tearing, all those sparks, all that screaming... you can take damage in a Holon and walk right away, so long as the brain stays intact. You can have your head ripped off and live to tell the tale.
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"Heh, I'm the opposite, one everyone goes to for tech stuff. Kinda my thing." If her figuring out the shock collar thing wasn't enough of a giveaway on that front. "Dinnae think that's gonna be so much of a problem here. Haven't seen anythin' electronic that one of us didn't bring with and mosta that shorted out. Maybe this place has an aura, too."
The further they move the more distant the memories are and though there's tickles of them on the edges, still flashing in front of her eyes when she doesn't try hard enough to push them away, she's a little stronger with every step.
Not like she hasn't had nightmares before. Not like she won't have them again, probably with brand new details for flavour from the other memories flashing in her head and the image of the Nightrenders, but it's fine. It's totally fine.
"Holons are big, fuck off mecha that we like— so we kinda upload our brains into them? Electronic versions of 'em. Not the actual fleshy bit. We become the robot."
All that metal tearing, all those sparks, all that screaming... you can take damage in a Holon and walk right away, so long as the brain stays intact. You can have your head ripped off and live to tell the tale.