yansa: (fingers tied themselves)
oya ([personal profile] yansa) wrote in [community profile] jackin 2015-01-25 01:28 am (UTC)

reality.

[ There are ways of figuring out which of the extracted folks you can ask questions. For Oya and the other free-born, the tales told of the machines' duplicity are chilling and often grotesque, but she has never been and will never be trapped inside one. She thinks that the people who escape all kind of have a haunted look, like they've seen some crazy shit, and she can only imagine what it was.

(The machines are not crazy, not to her. They have always been there.)

Others, like the guy working on the messed-up looking hovercraft all by himself, don't seem like the sort who'd tell many stories. Oya finds that more reasonable. It's better that they start over; any long-standing attachment they may have to their false lives is sad and all, but she can't fully understand. Despite being a skinny teenager, she is toting a sack full of miscellaneous mechanical parts with considerable confidence, carrying it over her shoulder. ]


Hey. [ Her tone is casual, even a little brusque. ] You want to look through these, see if there's anything useful?

[ Lots of her family chose the engineering route. Not Oya—she wants to do health and wellness, and her age is not a big deterrent, if you're able to, you work, in Zion—but she's picked up a thing or two. ]

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