Accelerator (
levelshift) wrote in
etraya2025-08-31 09:35 am
un: Accelerator; text
Hey, listen up.
[He hates doing announcements. Even as Board Chairman he tried to avoid them whenever possible and let his city's communications department handle disseminating notices. Unfortunately, there isn't anyone else here like that who can do this, so the responsibility falls to him. Besides, it's a distraction from certain thoughts that keep invading his head — events in San Francisco, certain Etrayans disappearing, his ribs still aching.]
A while ago this brat and I were using Ramsay Farm as a space for kids. Most of them are gone now, but since kids still show up sometimes I'm opening it back up for that. The fridge is stocked, there are a couple of bedrooms, and a security system's been installed. There are some farm animals the bots have been taking care of, too.
If you're 15, 16 or 17 you can hang out, but only if you're willing to help out around the place. Cleaning, guard duty or whatever, I don't care as long as you're pulling your weight and not being a leech. Anyone younger can just hang out.
If you're 18 or older then you can come do work, and only if someone under 18 vouches for you not being a creepy shithead. You're not allowed to be a loafer. If you've got an age that doesn't line up with modern human legalities then go by your cognitive development and stick yourself into one of these categories: kid, teenager, adult. Then apply the rules based on where you fall.
If any teens or adults break any rules or if anyone messes the farm up, including the gravestone on property, I'll beat the shit out of you. This is your one warning.
[He isn't sure if he'll ever get used to giving warnings, but he knows it's better than the alternative of just attacking someone out of nowhere because they broke a rule. Violence is the easy answer for him, and he's making a concentrated effort not to take the easy way out.]
There aren't really places around here just for kids, and adults are usually really shitty, so getting a break from them can help.
[He hates doing announcements. Even as Board Chairman he tried to avoid them whenever possible and let his city's communications department handle disseminating notices. Unfortunately, there isn't anyone else here like that who can do this, so the responsibility falls to him. Besides, it's a distraction from certain thoughts that keep invading his head — events in San Francisco, certain Etrayans disappearing, his ribs still aching.]
A while ago this brat and I were using Ramsay Farm as a space for kids. Most of them are gone now, but since kids still show up sometimes I'm opening it back up for that. The fridge is stocked, there are a couple of bedrooms, and a security system's been installed. There are some farm animals the bots have been taking care of, too.
If you're 15, 16 or 17 you can hang out, but only if you're willing to help out around the place. Cleaning, guard duty or whatever, I don't care as long as you're pulling your weight and not being a leech. Anyone younger can just hang out.
If you're 18 or older then you can come do work, and only if someone under 18 vouches for you not being a creepy shithead. You're not allowed to be a loafer. If you've got an age that doesn't line up with modern human legalities then go by your cognitive development and stick yourself into one of these categories: kid, teenager, adult. Then apply the rules based on where you fall.
If any teens or adults break any rules or if anyone messes the farm up, including the gravestone on property, I'll beat the shit out of you. This is your one warning.
[He isn't sure if he'll ever get used to giving warnings, but he knows it's better than the alternative of just attacking someone out of nowhere because they broke a rule. Violence is the easy answer for him, and he's making a concentrated effort not to take the easy way out.]
There aren't really places around here just for kids, and adults are usually really shitty, so getting a break from them can help.

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What the fuck happened in that experiment man.
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The short version is a supercomputer had calculated out that if I had killed 20 000 of those people in predetermined combat scenarios, I'd develop into the equivalent of God. Other espers can theoretically go that far, but before they hit that threshold they'll go supernova and explode. I'm the only one that can remain stable, so an entire project was created around those calculations and I took part in it.
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Okay that is the dumbest shit I've ever heard.
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Kind of surprised you actually want to help people.
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I'm strong enough to, so it'd be irresponsible of me if I didn't.
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you were fine killing over twenty thousand people but you feel responsible wanting to help people?? or do you feel guilty and shit?
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[He feels intensely guilty, every single day of his life.]
I can't bring them back, so all that matters is what I can do for the ones that remain.
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so.
you do feel bad for what happened.
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and maybe i won't change my mind in helping out at your farm thing.
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Fine, then. Mow the lawn, and work on whatever other gardening shit you know how to do. It'd be a big help.
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i'll stop by whenever i feel like it.