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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 4041171" data-attributes="member: 7280">"The world is just the dream of a dream. That's why I've been trying to tell you I need Huvan Mind Interface. I need to fix one of them, since apparently someone's screwed them all up; and then I need to operate on my personal reality with the same amount of control I have over reality reality. I think.""I need the interface to fix myself so I can fix the interface so I can fix myself to the same level that I apparently fixed things before, probably until whoever decided to stop us from all this came along and screwed everything up." Waving the handgun in his hand dangerously, Alan begins to pace during his explanation."I wonder what sort of deal the VSC made with the people who tried to kill me and the rest of us? Maybe everyone on Omega Tau III is still around even, if I can find them in the collective unconsciousness and name them into being again, put their minds back into place, Johnny Applebrains, teeth of the dragon..." Alan speeds up his pacing, tapping his forehead with the barrel of the pistol absently as if to dislodge the errant theories from his mind all at once."Clearly the Ghorvan will be easier to deal with, at least once Micheal can make other people and Facade can assume people's minds, and ...I dunno, maybe the idiot will make a planet or the prodigal soda machines. Someone's our allies though. Someone's working with Vanessa. Bigger than Vanessa and Mira? It's always politics, taking people to the mattresses. But politics is always about core changes? Reflects the people it represents ...What is a Huvan?""Stop treating them like an Irish novelist, Alan. Edit, edit, edit ...Slowly," Alan takes a deep breath."Anyways." Alan begins abortively before explaining further in a more normal tone of voice than his earlier frantic mumblings."Anyways, what I mean to say is that how I do it is probably fascinating, but it's more important that I can do it. It's as simple as a heart beat and as complex as a notion, and without the equipment to look into my brain on a deep, deep level the actual mechanism is unknown to me. Unless there's a book somewhere that explains it, but I gathered earlier that it probably wasn't the case," he says with a shrug."Georgy makes duplicates of himself, probably in a similar manner. It's the same principle no doubt, except he's limited himself to something familiar. He's very good at it apparently, and somehow he's also got an interesting single/multiple consciousness thing going on. That's how I know it's something outside ourselves, the same way I know we're the real colonists. Even if we've got cloned elements in our meat, our consciousnesses are either broken exact duplicates or notional relationships with the preexisting consciousnesses. Or both. Again, I need an interface to look into my head to be sure, and to regain enough expert knowledge to correct the defects in the process. I'm sure Vanessa tried, but I'm not even sure she's anything more than a ghost in the machine herself," the frowning Doctor continues to explain in the manner of a practiced lecturer."I'm not sure, but I might even be able to tap all of you into the the process too. Depends on where the consciousness bridge is I guess? I ...anyways, it doesn't matter. We've got to get to Omega Tau III. Either we collect the others and see if one of them doesn't have an exploitable connection that allows us to get there or we gain access to the secret VSC relay. They're bound to have one, or at least someone does. It's the only thing that makes sense on how I'm here. Alan finishes and catches his breath a little, before continuing wryly."That's assuming this isn't all some sim. The dream within the dream of the dream's dream. If that's what's going on I'm lost, because we're so far through the looking glass that we might as well all just listen to the Walrus and hop in the pot. Or I could be way off base too, it happens. Luminiferous aether anyone?" Alan chuckles at the notion."Err, that wasn't me. Before my time," Alan smiles broadly, continuing."So...the girl? I saw her outside the window? Anyone? Say something before my mouth opens again. Please." Finished of his frantic purge of ideas, the Doctor is calm and friendly looking again. Absently, he slides the nearly forgotten pistol into a holster that appears around his waist without comment.</blockquote>

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