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[albatrossish]

They said she wasn't real, like that was some sort of excuse. Just a collection of pixels on the screen, she's not even herself, she's a Ballerina, D or maybe C. But of course I could have told them that, could have said: she's not people like other people are people.

The problem is with these memories. They're fallacious impressions of people who aren't real, but without them nothing is concrete. Multiplication. Convergence. That's what they're hoping for. The golden ratio. Something that was zero is one, and from then one, two, three, five eight thirteen twenty-one thirty-four. Rabbits.

There's no Sun here.

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[secondflame.livejournal.com]

er.

are you okay?

[albatrossish]

Can't be uprooted if your roots are in the air.

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

i guess that's true.

do you need any help?

[albatrossish]

I don't know. It's all mixed up.

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

well, i think you might be my roommate. i got a notice.

[albatrossish]

Roommate?

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

yeah, they give us roommates. i guess you didn't look at that.

where are you?

[albatrossish]

No, I did. For breeding. You're not Simon.

Was in a big room. White walls, grey chairs. Pamphlets. They poke around where they shouldn't, ask questions they should know the answer to. Prying, peeling, cracking open. I had to leave.

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

i'm not. who's simon?

heh, then where are you now?

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

You are Mikura Kazuma? My name is Vilma Fachiri. Perhaps it would be best if we went to retrieve this young lady together.

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

i think it should be all right!

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

It would be dishonorable for me to accept any less.

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

well, er ... it's up to her, if she even wants me to find her.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

I hope she doesn't decide to wander by herself.

[albatrossish]

He's my brother.

Outside. Or, actually, inside. Can't go out. Ionizing radiation interferes with cell division, cell-cycle genes are mutated. But more outside than before.

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

can you describe it?

[albatrossish]

I'm at a four-way intersection. Northwest quadrant. There's a line of buildings - stone exterior, tall, very grey. Liveable, but cookie-cutter. It says 'Taurus'.

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

i'll be right there!

[albatrossish]

Who are you?

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

my name is kazu!

[albatrossish]

Short for Mikura Kazuma?

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

yeah, that's it.

[albatrossish]

So Mikura's your family name.

[secondflame.livejournal.com]

yeah. i'm from japan so i guess we do things differently.