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Fallout"You have the pistol to my forehead, you have the control here."
"I do. So I'm going to ask you again, why do you look like me?"
"Put the gun down and we can talk about it. Ok, ok, easy. Easy. I don't know what happened. I don't know why I look like you and you look like me."
"That's not a good enough answer."
"Please, please! I didn't do anything! I woke up like looking like you."
"No. You don't look like me. You are I and I'm you. Our bodies anyway. Certainly not intellectually or mentally, but physically, yes. Get up."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to get my body back. But I have some questions first, about this world you live in. Sit. What year is it?"
"Two thousand and twelve."
"What place is this?"
"Nanaimo. That's in Canada."
"Canada? It was annexed by the United States of America but no, perhaps not yet. Tell me, do you know who I am?"
"Yes. I don't know why you're here or how. But I know you."
"Go on then, enlighten me."
"You're the Courier.
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The Body-Swapper's Guide to the Galaxy
The Body-Swapper's Guide To The GalaxyMarvin blinked. This was a gross simplification, of course. In truth, he deactivated his ocular sensors and their corresponding lights, and after what seemed like eons reactivated both. Blinking typically took a third of a second for organics, which equivalenced to several million cycles of Marvin's processor. But simulated blinking was necessary for the effect, part of what Sirius Cybernetics Corporation billed as Genuine People Personalities. Marvin hated blinking, hated Sirius Cybernetics Corporation, and most of all hated people, genuine personalities or otherwise.
Today he was, as usual, working off his indentured servitude to a major software developer. He had taken this job approximately seven years ago in real time, although with time travel his total work hours rivaled the better part of creation's existence. Though if there was a better part, he hadn't seen it. Working off his debt by testing electronic entertainment was painfully dull, but they had offered to replace the ach
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Separation at last
Separation, at last!26th of Guardian, 9:36 DragonAge
"I think I've finally done it! I think I have found a way to separate Justice and me. I have tested it out on Hawke, the only other mage I know who has the stamina and physique to withstand these experiments. The goal of the experiment was to successfully lure a demon or spirit to his mind and then, in turn, send it away.
The mixture contained four parts elfroot, two parts saltpeter and one part cheese. Barely ten seconds after consuming the mixture Hawke went into violent convulsions for half a minute, an episode that ended with him foaming at the mouth before falling back on the table.
His heart rate had gone up, as well as his temperature, but he seemed fine otherwise. After he woke up, I inquired how he felt. His response was curious at first, as if he didn't know where he was. He simply stared at me, wide eyed, his mouth opening and closing in something resembling terror. Then, finally, he answered me. 'Where the hell am I?'
I, of course in the
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