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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3941246" data-attributes="member: 4936">Dizzy from the strange 'falling' sensation, Vela sits up and looks around. Almost immediately she tenses and dark pigmented stripes appear on her slightly tawny skin. In the wild, this was a natural reaction to fear or aggression...the stripes would break up her outline in the tall grass and give her a chance to hide and assess the situation; be it to stalk or to flee. Now it just reinforced the vaguely leonine aspect of her long, bristly hair and yellow, catlike eyes.She dismissed the Pure's words of worlds almost immediately...not merely confusing but nonsensical. There were stories among the scavengers and scouts that frequented the fringes of Clade territory. Stories of tracked or hovering vehicles that would chase people down and swallow them up never to be seen again. Vela had never believed the tales...acts of aggression like that would be acts of war, and impossible to conceal. Now she wasn't so sure. The outrage of the others made it seem plausible that this was some kind of experiment or test.Except the others looked to be Pures too...except for the big one. Vela didn't recognize his clade, but it might be something new. Some heavy labor augment, maybe...massive musculature, hulking physique that hinted at skeletal upgrades. And he'd said something about how humans had destroyed his world. Vela had heard there was a growing transhumanist movement in the central regions...more and more clades were declaring themselves posthuman rather than human variants. Better than human. Beyond human.It was one reason she preferred being on her own, in the wilds. No politics. No mess. No...complications.Until now.When a lull falls, she inquires in her accented English, "What do you plan to do with us?"My hands are free...what do they think I am? A child?</blockquote>

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