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metaheroes2023-05-16 09:56 pm
acroodawakening) wrote in metaheroes2023-05-16 09:56 pm
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Display Name: Just Guy
Profile Photo: Link
Notes: Set before the parasite plot kicked off. Also, other than his display name that the Alliance helped him fill in, all fields in his profile that have to be filled in are filled in with keyboard smash and emojis.
[Apparently, he can't go home for a visit right away. Something something scientists having to do dimensional something. The people doing the things with their buttons and levers and machines have to work on it. That means he's going to be in desperate need of distractions over the next few weeks. So far, he's been watching a lot of TV and trying to find things on the internet. He's figured out the voice to text and knows what field in a browser will do a search. But he's pretty much wandering around the internet aimlessly clicking things.]
[Guy is sitting on the floor of his hotel room, with his phone propped up on a chair.]
[He's doing much better than he was the day a few people saw him in the park. For one, without the plastic-ey contoured Capitol makeup, his face has a lot more character. It's freckled and his skin is a bit more weathered than the average modern 22 year-olds'. It's skin that looks well traveled.]
[He's also wearing modern clothes, some harem pants in a bright boho print, a neon pink loose tank top, and a Hawaiian shirt that should not work with the clashing pants pattern but somehow does. He's barefoot. He's also gone ham at the craft store and made himself a beaded shell necklace and has a beaded hair tie on his topknot, as well as cloth and faux leather wraps for his hands and forearms held on with beaded leather cords. He also made a beaded hair charm with bone beads that is hanging from behind his ear.]
[God help him, but somehow it all works, if you don't mind way too much color and over-accessorizing.]
[Whatever is translating for them all isn't needed here for anyone that speaks English. Guy apparently knows it already, a hold-over from the last world.]
So I'm Guy. Uh, a little bit about me...
[He starts rattling off details like this is a dating profile.]
I'm a former nomad - as in, a hunter-gatherer - current farmer, on basically the first farm ever back home. I don't know my star sign, but the internet says it's very important on a profile-introduction-thingy so let's pretend I'm the kind that's a bull. [He makes a bull's horns with his fingers at the top of his head and then shrugs haplessly.] I know it has to do with months, but I kinda can't pick one because I don't know what month I was born, because we don't have calendars back home. We just...track things from full moon to full moon and pay general attention to the seasons.
I was in another world before this that, uh... that took me from home. [He looks a little anxious mentioning it and doesn't elaborate.] I learned a little bit about technology and future things there. Some of my friends were from other worlds too, also future places, and said they thought I was probably from what would've been very, very far in the past of their worlds. "Prehistoric," they said.
This future world is different from that one, so some of what I learned doesn't apply. So I have a bunch of questions, actually.
[He starts ticking them off. None of them are related.]
Someone explained the letters on a channel I was watching and... why is it called Music Television if it never has any music?
What are influencers? Like, who - who are they influencing? When I watch them on the tiktok I just feel a little sad inside because they want attention so badly. I don't feel influenced. Unless they're influencing me to feel sad inside.
Why is reality TV called that when it's nothing like reality whatsoever? [He does not like it. At all. His eyes go wider with something between mystification and abject disgust and his voice gets just a touch emotional, but he doesn't get carried away. It's just clearly a sore spot.] And what is with future people being so preoccupied with watching human suffering?! I remain disturbed.
[He moves on.]
Oh yeah, someone helped me find a civ-vics audiobook at a library and it mentioned something. So I looked it up. And when I did voice to text it showed a map and I still have no idea how it all works.
[He points his phone at the laptop someone talked him through buying to show...a map of the US electoral college. He turns it back to his face and the flat look he gives seems aimed at the entire country.]
Explain, please.
That's all for now. I'll probably have lots of questions on a regular basis.
By the way, don't type answers back. [He mimes typing with a phone.] I can't read so I can only do video and sounds. A librarian told me there's something that's like voice-to-text in reverse called a screen reader? But I still have to figure out how to get one.
Profile Photo: Link
Notes: Set before the parasite plot kicked off. Also, other than his display name that the Alliance helped him fill in, all fields in his profile that have to be filled in are filled in with keyboard smash and emojis.
[Apparently, he can't go home for a visit right away. Something something scientists having to do dimensional something. The people doing the things with their buttons and levers and machines have to work on it. That means he's going to be in desperate need of distractions over the next few weeks. So far, he's been watching a lot of TV and trying to find things on the internet. He's figured out the voice to text and knows what field in a browser will do a search. But he's pretty much wandering around the internet aimlessly clicking things.]
[Guy is sitting on the floor of his hotel room, with his phone propped up on a chair.]
[He's doing much better than he was the day a few people saw him in the park. For one, without the plastic-ey contoured Capitol makeup, his face has a lot more character. It's freckled and his skin is a bit more weathered than the average modern 22 year-olds'. It's skin that looks well traveled.]
[He's also wearing modern clothes, some harem pants in a bright boho print, a neon pink loose tank top, and a Hawaiian shirt that should not work with the clashing pants pattern but somehow does. He's barefoot. He's also gone ham at the craft store and made himself a beaded shell necklace and has a beaded hair tie on his topknot, as well as cloth and faux leather wraps for his hands and forearms held on with beaded leather cords. He also made a beaded hair charm with bone beads that is hanging from behind his ear.]
[God help him, but somehow it all works, if you don't mind way too much color and over-accessorizing.]
[Whatever is translating for them all isn't needed here for anyone that speaks English. Guy apparently knows it already, a hold-over from the last world.]
So I'm Guy. Uh, a little bit about me...
[He starts rattling off details like this is a dating profile.]
I'm a former nomad - as in, a hunter-gatherer - current farmer, on basically the first farm ever back home. I don't know my star sign, but the internet says it's very important on a profile-introduction-thingy so let's pretend I'm the kind that's a bull. [He makes a bull's horns with his fingers at the top of his head and then shrugs haplessly.] I know it has to do with months, but I kinda can't pick one because I don't know what month I was born, because we don't have calendars back home. We just...track things from full moon to full moon and pay general attention to the seasons.
I was in another world before this that, uh... that took me from home. [He looks a little anxious mentioning it and doesn't elaborate.] I learned a little bit about technology and future things there. Some of my friends were from other worlds too, also future places, and said they thought I was probably from what would've been very, very far in the past of their worlds. "Prehistoric," they said.
This future world is different from that one, so some of what I learned doesn't apply. So I have a bunch of questions, actually.
[He starts ticking them off. None of them are related.]
Someone explained the letters on a channel I was watching and... why is it called Music Television if it never has any music?
What are influencers? Like, who - who are they influencing? When I watch them on the tiktok I just feel a little sad inside because they want attention so badly. I don't feel influenced. Unless they're influencing me to feel sad inside.
Why is reality TV called that when it's nothing like reality whatsoever? [He does not like it. At all. His eyes go wider with something between mystification and abject disgust and his voice gets just a touch emotional, but he doesn't get carried away. It's just clearly a sore spot.] And what is with future people being so preoccupied with watching human suffering?! I remain disturbed.
[He moves on.]
Oh yeah, someone helped me find a civ-vics audiobook at a library and it mentioned something. So I looked it up. And when I did voice to text it showed a map and I still have no idea how it all works.
[He points his phone at the laptop someone talked him through buying to show...a map of the US electoral college. He turns it back to his face and the flat look he gives seems aimed at the entire country.]
Explain, please.
That's all for now. I'll probably have lots of questions on a regular basis.
By the way, don't type answers back. [He mimes typing with a phone.] I can't read so I can only do video and sounds. A librarian told me there's something that's like voice-to-text in reverse called a screen reader? But I still have to figure out how to get one.
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[He tries to grasp it but it's hard to understand when he still doesn't quite understand computers. Still, the words themselves are a clue. Intelligence but artificial. Manmade.]
[The idea is exciting.]
Does that mean they're alive? Or partly alive? They can think?
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[He's not trying to be condescending; he literally has no idea what has or hasn't been explained to Guy!]
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[He's able to vaguely grasp it.]
I have something like your arm at home, but I had to use something alive.
My pet Belt is a sloth but he's smart enough to understand language. I usually wear him around my waist and he's always willing to lend an extra arm and hold things for me.
[It's a simplistic attempt at what Otto's done but a creative use of his environment and one that worked.]
But making that out of metals and computers... I wish things were far along in my time that I could try things like that.
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Well, it isn't very common. This was my own invention, but devices similar to this are usually used if someone actually loses a limb. That's what I've been doing for work here - developing better prosthetics.
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[Fortunately, those that actually got revived usually got revived whole, but if they hadn't, an artificial limb would've been a wonderful gift.]
I invent things back home but they've mostly just been things to make it easier to survive. I like that there are some people that invent things to make things better. That's...that's what all the technology should be for.
[Because unfortunately, he's seen inventions that just made things worse.]
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[From his expression, it seems like Otto probably has some complicated experiences with that sort of thing as well! He does not elaborate!]
But what are inventions for survival, if not tools to make things better?
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[Having someone play them up, especially someone smart enough to make prosthetic robot limbs clearly means something to him.]
I guess so.
Thank you? Back home, I'm considered pretty smart, because of the things I've figured out how to make. I've invented lots of things?
But in the world I was in before here, sometimes people acted like I wasn't that smart, sooo...
It's kind of nice to hear that. I know things like shoes and camouflage and snare traps aren't that advanced by some worlds' standards but we're starting a bit farther behind.
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