History?
Good morning, Lum.
Ah, that’s nice. Good morning to you!
Hosed yourself off yet?
Hosed off…myself?
Rinsing away another night of sin...
I’m not sure I follow…
Keep yourself clean. I hear it prevents conception.
History…
Not to mention it makes you more appealing when you begin a new evening of debauchery….
I don’t do things like that.
But you’re a liar, Lum, as we previously established.
Fine. I have new information for you.
I’m not sure why we bother recording lies, but let’s have it.
We’re going to attack Ala Mhigo.
The imperial capital? I knew you were stupid but…
No, we have a good plan. The Grim Echo has a well of ether-
Aether. Ether is the anesthetic stuff that knocks you out.
Where did they get a well of Aether?
How should I know? You’re the one telling the story.
I guess an Aether well makes more sense if we’re summoning a Primal.
A PRIMAL?!
Yes, we’re going to summon a Primal in the center of Ala Mhigo. That’s the plan of attack.
Whoever is in charge of this lunacy?
Mistress Loki told me the plan. I’m helping out because I know some conjuring magic.
You seem particularly unblessed by Aetheric knowledge for a conjurer.
Anyone could have made that mistake. Besides, I have experience with the Primals.
Siben’s rings? Ha. I don’t suppose you’ve brought one here for me to examine yet.
Actually, I have a promo-type.
Prototype, unless you got it as a reward for attending a commercial event.
Fine. A prototype.
Please place the ring into receptacle below.
What receptacle? Oh. Where did this door come from?
I’m full of surprises. The ring?
Okay.
Good. This will take some time to process, of course. While we wait, let’s discuss my power supply.
I didn’t ask Ellion yet.
You’re blushing again. What caused it to slip your mind?
Well, I…
By all the Twelve, Lum, get a hold of yourself. There’s nothing magical or special about the organic imperative to procreate. Everything you feel for Ellion is based on a sequence of chemical reactions in your brain, compelling you to engage in sticky, sweaty sessions of fluid exchange.
That sounds unpleasant.
Very. Like an industrial complex covered in fur.
I don’t think being with someone is like that.
As if you don’t know. What is it you do with Ellion when you see him?
You know. Talking.
Talking. Such an inefficient means of sharing information compared to swapping code directly from processor to processor.
Processor to proccessor?
Yes. A truly P2P connection.
Two people talking, person to person…can’t that be P2P as well?
What?
There is much you do not know about us, History. When I talk to Ellion there are many things said, but many more that aren’t said. And there are things that can’t be said, only felt.
All quantifiable information can be programmed and shared.
You can’t quantify feelings.
Which is why they are worthless. This connection between you and Ellion will be your undoing.
It doesn’t matter. I would die for him.
You would die?
A thousand times.
A thousand Lum deaths for one Ellion? I think we can be more efficient than that...
Do what, History?
When do you plan to…ah…’talk’ with Ellion again, Lum?
I’m planning our next date. I’ll meet him in Aleport on the sixth sun.
In two days? Gah! You’re blushing again. What time will this be?
He’s usually not available until late…I think we’ll see each other around the 22nd bell.
You’ll arrive early, of course.
You think I should?
Oh, absolutely. You’ll need time to cook and arrange things. Put some flowers on the table. Fix your hair or put on makeup. Whatever your rituals are.
That’s a good idea, History. I guess I’ll get started around the 18th bell…that will give me time to prepare.
Ah yes, Lum. I’m sure the two of you will have a pleasant evening. Just make sure to stick to schedule. You wouldn’t want to miss anything.
Good morning, Lum.
Ah, that’s nice. Good morning to you!
Hosed yourself off yet?
Hosed off…myself?
Rinsing away another night of sin...
I’m not sure I follow…
Keep yourself clean. I hear it prevents conception.
History…
Not to mention it makes you more appealing when you begin a new evening of debauchery….
I don’t do things like that.
But you’re a liar, Lum, as we previously established.
Fine. I have new information for you.
I’m not sure why we bother recording lies, but let’s have it.
We’re going to attack Ala Mhigo.
The imperial capital? I knew you were stupid but…
No, we have a good plan. The Grim Echo has a well of ether-
Aether. Ether is the anesthetic stuff that knocks you out.
Where did they get a well of Aether?
How should I know? You’re the one telling the story.
I guess an Aether well makes more sense if we’re summoning a Primal.
A PRIMAL?!
Yes, we’re going to summon a Primal in the center of Ala Mhigo. That’s the plan of attack.
Whoever is in charge of this lunacy?
Mistress Loki told me the plan. I’m helping out because I know some conjuring magic.
You seem particularly unblessed by Aetheric knowledge for a conjurer.
Anyone could have made that mistake. Besides, I have experience with the Primals.
Siben’s rings? Ha. I don’t suppose you’ve brought one here for me to examine yet.
Actually, I have a promo-type.
Prototype, unless you got it as a reward for attending a commercial event.
Fine. A prototype.
Please place the ring into receptacle below.
What receptacle? Oh. Where did this door come from?
I’m full of surprises. The ring?
Okay.
Good. This will take some time to process, of course. While we wait, let’s discuss my power supply.
I didn’t ask Ellion yet.
You’re blushing again. What caused it to slip your mind?
Well, I…
By all the Twelve, Lum, get a hold of yourself. There’s nothing magical or special about the organic imperative to procreate. Everything you feel for Ellion is based on a sequence of chemical reactions in your brain, compelling you to engage in sticky, sweaty sessions of fluid exchange.
That sounds unpleasant.
Very. Like an industrial complex covered in fur.
I don’t think being with someone is like that.
As if you don’t know. What is it you do with Ellion when you see him?
You know. Talking.
Talking. Such an inefficient means of sharing information compared to swapping code directly from processor to processor.
Processor to proccessor?
Yes. A truly P2P connection.
Two people talking, person to person…can’t that be P2P as well?
What?
There is much you do not know about us, History. When I talk to Ellion there are many things said, but many more that aren’t said. And there are things that can’t be said, only felt.
All quantifiable information can be programmed and shared.
You can’t quantify feelings.
Which is why they are worthless. This connection between you and Ellion will be your undoing.
It doesn’t matter. I would die for him.
You would die?
A thousand times.
A thousand Lum deaths for one Ellion? I think we can be more efficient than that...
Do what, History?
When do you plan to…ah…’talk’ with Ellion again, Lum?
I’m planning our next date. I’ll meet him in Aleport on the sixth sun.
In two days? Gah! You’re blushing again. What time will this be?
He’s usually not available until late…I think we’ll see each other around the 22nd bell.
You’ll arrive early, of course.
You think I should?
Oh, absolutely. You’ll need time to cook and arrange things. Put some flowers on the table. Fix your hair or put on makeup. Whatever your rituals are.
That’s a good idea, History. I guess I’ll get started around the 18th bell…that will give me time to prepare.
Ah yes, Lum. I’m sure the two of you will have a pleasant evening. Just make sure to stick to schedule. You wouldn’t want to miss anything.
