Times part of hub, solves TASK.reality lowdown
This is a listing of every "entry" in a given game conversation as scraped from the game files. Entries often contain written dialogue, as well as conditional logic governing their appearance to the player. They also link to other entries, sometimes automatically and sometimes through player action. This page is best used to search for a specific word or phrase, as following the links in this format can be difficult. For an experience that better accommodates the branching structure of these conversations, see the corresponding interactive page.
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0 | None |
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1 | None |
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2 | You | "Would you say it was a bunch of apes dukin' it out?" | Variable["whirling.dreamone_apes"] |
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3 | Joyce Messier | "Why of course -- we're talking duke-out central. Full-swing intraspecies warfare." |
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4 | Rhetoric | Now's your chance -- ask her who she is -- she won't get out this time. |
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5 | You | "What is the Zone of Control?" |
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6 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... |
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7 | You | "And the apes -- were they evil?" |
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8 | Joyce Messier | "No. I would say the apes were *neutral*." She looks at you, her gaze sharp. |
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9 | Joyce Messier | "The Zone of Control is the third incarnation of Revachol. After the failure of the Suzerain and the Commune." |
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10 | Shivers | The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet... |
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11 | You | "Sounds like evil to me." |
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12 | You | "Okay -- neutral." |
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13 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. |
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14 | Joyce Messier | "Then you would have died fighting against them. Long before the Beachhead... our time is a shadow cast by that day." |
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15 | Joyce Messier | "On the other hand..." She turns north, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront. "Maybe you're right." |
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16 | Joyce Messier | "On the other hand..." She turns north, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront, then shivers slightly. |
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17 | Shivers | The wind stops, there is silence on the dark water of the Martinaise inlet... |
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18 | None |
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19 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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20 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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21 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It was a kerfuffle all right," the lieutenant mumbles from behind his notes. |
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22 | You | "No way. I wouldn't have fought with the communards." |
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23 | Joyce Messier | "Yes, an acute thiamine deficiency can be exacerbated by alcoholism." She blinks her green eyes. "Exacerbated means 'made worse.'" |
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24 | Joyce Messier | "I see, yes. A deluge of geopolitical questions." |
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25 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... |
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26 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... |
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27 | None |
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28 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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29 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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30 | You | "I had a deluge too. In my head." (Point to your little head.) | Variable["whirling.mirror_deluge_mentioned"] and Variable["pier.joyce_deluge_heard"] |
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31 | You | "Truly a *kerfuffle*." |
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32 | None |
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33 | None |
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34 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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35 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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36 | Joyce Messier | "Him and tens of thousands of his *wonderfully* fascist kingsmen. It was a *wild* time." |
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37 | Shivers | IT'S ALL YOURS. |
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38 | Shivers | POCKMARKED BY CANNONS. |
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39 | Joyce Messier | "Yes, King Guillaume had a nose for bad PR. He ran before it -- what is the expression -- *went down*? Anyway, Gil got out alive and his nephew Frissel got shot in his place..." |
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40 | Joyce Messier | "I prefer the term *risk averse*. King Guillaume was nobody's fool -- he could smell a PR disaster brewing. So he got out alive and his nephew Frissel got shot in his place..." |
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41 | You | "Smart king." |
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42 | You | "Cowardly king." |
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43 | Shivers | THERE IS PEACE IN THE HEART. |
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44 | You | "With privatized healthcare and a work ethic that does not turn your brain into sponge tissue." |
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45 | Joyce Messier | "The real king abdicated and lived out a long and productive life as a venture capitalist in Graad." |
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46 | None |
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47 | None | Variable["tc.date_fifty_one"] |
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48 | None | (Variable["tc.date_fifty_one"]) == false |
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49 | None |
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50 | None |
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51 | None |
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52 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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53 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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54 | Joyce Messier | "Oh, lots of people. Even the king got shot in the head, or thrown beneath a horse. Or drowned. Accounts differ. It was unceremonious." She shakes her head. "Just as well -- he wasn't actually the king. Just the king's nephew." |
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55 | You | "Anyone else get shot in the head -- on the opposing side?" |
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56 | You | "Until it's all mine -- every pigment-drenched black leaf of money in Revachol." |
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57 | None |
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58 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"] |
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59 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"]) == false |
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60 | Shivers | THE AGE OF MAN IS OVER. |
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61 | None |
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62 | Shivers | IT'S ALL YOURS. |
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63 | Shivers | CAPITAL IS PAST. |
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64 | You | "And after that?" |
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65 | Joyce Messier | "The Twenties saw a decade of urban war: West of the river levelled, offshore platforms in flames... Still, it's regarded as an improvement on what came before: '08 to '19 was simply hell..." |
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66 | Shivers | REVACHOL FOREVER. |
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67 | Joyce Messier | "The Thirties? Things settled down in the Thirties. Revachol East transformed itself into the world's largest tax haven -- with the international community's blessing. For the first time in a long time it seemed like things were *going* somewhere." |
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68 | Logic | 51 - 8 = 43 |
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69 | Kim Kitsuragi | "This does not represent the official RCM opinion," the lieutenant says from behind his notes. |
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70 | Joyce Messier | "Don't worry, Kras Mazov shot fifteen million people in the head. But that was all the way over in Graad." |
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71 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... |
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72 | Half Light | A quietly simmering rage. |
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73 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... |
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74 | Joyce Messier | "Yes. The *Insulindian Deluge* they call it." |
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75 | None |
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76 | Conceptualization | All that untaxed income must have fuelled *The New*. That can only mean one thing... |
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77 | None |
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78 | None | Variable["tc.thirties_and_new"] |
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79 | None | (Variable["tc.thirties_and_new"]) == false |
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80 | None |
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81 | None |
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82 | None | IsKimHere() |
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83 | None | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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84 | Joyce Messier | "Yes -- the red deluge. The *Insulindian Deluge* they call it." |
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85 | None |
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86 | None | IsKimHere() |
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87 | None | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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88 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... |
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89 | Joyce Messier | "No. It was a market mirage fuelled by cocaine and quantitative easing. The Forties *dispelled* it like a cold splash. An isola-wide hangover, you might say. And here we are..." She curtsies. |
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90 | You | "That's when they discovered Disco." | Variable["tc.thirties_and_new"] |
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91 | You | "Were they?" |
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92 | Joyce Messier | "Yes. And quantitative easing. It was a market mirage, unfortunately. The Forties dispelled it. An isola-wide hangover, you might say. So, here we are..." She curtsies. |
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93 | None |
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94 | None | IsKimHere() |
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95 | None | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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96 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks and a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... |
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97 | You | "Until the middle class, the gentry, and the workers are all gone and the age of man is over." |
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98 | Joyce Messier | "Welcome to reality, baby." |
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99 | You | "That's a tragedy." |
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100 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Khm." The lieutenant puts down his notes for a moment. "Opinions expressed here do not reflect the official position of the RCM." |
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101 | You | "Sounds like they should have shot more people in the head then." |
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102 | None |
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103 | Empathy | All she can see are vague outlines of a great winding down. The doldrums. People killed, but no great transitions of wealth. It makes her feel old -- and something else. Something you can't put your finger on... |
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104 | None |
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105 | Logic | For her to be where she is Wild Pines Group must have picked the right side. |
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106 | Inland Empire | Something tells you her life and yours are not that similar. Maybe it's because she has a boat and you have... that necktie? A pair of pants? |
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107 | You | "Coupris is still around, aren't they?" |
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108 | Joyce Messier | "Forever?" She cocks her head sideways. "In twenty years Revachol went from a king to a commune to a Zone of Control. She *is* forever. But the next thing she will *be* is something else." |
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109 | Empathy | From the looks of it the Fifties haven't been much better for the Zone of Control -- you can see it in her eyes. Days slipping away.... |
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110 | Shivers | The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet... |
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111 | None |
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112 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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113 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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114 | Joyce Messier | She's silent a moment, contemplating. When she finally speaks, her tone is wistful: "We could have had so much *more*. Every one of us -- if only we'd played it right." |
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115 | Joyce Messier | "Past?" She cocks her head to one side. "That's what Dobreva, the leader of the communards said, before she got a bullet in her head. Don't get me wrong..." There's sadness in her voice... |
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116 | Joyce Messier | Her voice is almost wistful. "We could have had so much *more*. Every one of us -- if only we'd played it right." |
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117 | Joyce Messier | "All yours?" She nods. "That's been the motto of many an indotribe. There is something *clarifying* about that strain of ultraliberalism..." |
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118 | Joyce Messier | "Over?" She nods. "That's *entropolism*, the very height of late Modernity: evacuate this world. You may prove a truly Modern Man yet." |
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119 | None |
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120 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_empathy_fifties_unsatisfied"] |
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121 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_empathy_fifties_unsatisfied"]) == false |
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122 | You | Say nothing. |
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123 | None |
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124 | You | "Liquidate the rabid, prion-infested *dogs* who want to kill everyone -- with cleansing artillery fire." |
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125 | You | "You don't seem to be thrilled..." |
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126 | Joyce Messier | "I've no right to be dissatisfied," she shakes her head. "This shirt is Barbara Muskova. This raincoat is impervious to rain and is guaranteed for a hundred years, my daughters will wear it. No, it's just..." She looks at the crumbling tenements, paint flecking from the stone... |
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127 | Joyce Messier | "Good. Not that it would have mattered -- in the end, the Commune forced everyone to the barricades." |
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128 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. |
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129 | Shivers | The wind stops, there is silence on the dark water of the Martinaise inlet... |
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130 | You | "Happily." |
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131 | Joyce Messier | "Believe it or not, Wild Pines isn't even the most notorious example -- that would be Saint-Baptiste. You can go quite far with that attitude." |
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132 | Shivers | The cold runs down your spine -- she gestures toward the waters. |
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133 | You | "That's enough about the times." |
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134 | Joyce Messier | "Oh, and the anarchists too! They shot them well. So well one forgets they even existed." |
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135 | Joyce Messier | "Then you would have died, most likely. Not far from here -- maybe even *right* here, during the Beachhead, defending the coast the day the Coalition took the city." |
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136 | You | "Which side was Wild Pines Group on?" | Variable["pier.joyce_logic_pines_hub"] |
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137 | Empathy | She's not gloating. It's a relieved celebration. |
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138 | Joyce Messier | "Anxious to hear more about mineral rights or who got shot in the head?" A flash of teeth in her feisty grin. |
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139 | Joyce Messier | "So a quarter of humanity..." she calculates, "...simply lost their minds? And how would you stop a prion -- a complex folding protein; *un-life* -- with the technology 50 years ago?" |
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140 | You | "That's it then. Another topic." |
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141 | Joyce Messier | "Those would be the communists. Generally speaking, 40 million people got shot in the head during the World Revolution. But the communists -- they *all* got shot in the head." |
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142 | Joyce Messier | "Modernity. They developed the marvels of interisolary communication, telematic milieus, radiation, coloured plastics. Meanwhile, in Revachol West, the *aftermath* continues for the fifth decade." |
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143 | You | "What have we been doing all that time?" |
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144 | Joyce Messier | "Capital *is* finished. But understand this -- its end won't *free* anyone. It will only lead to more suffering." |
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145 | Half Light | Here's some *wisdom* lady. SAY THE DEATH THING. |
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146 | You | "Our lives are not the same." | Variable["pier.joyce_auth_lives_not_same"] |
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147 | Joyce Messier | "No doubt -- but we share the same time and position on the planet's crust. That counts for more than you'd think." |
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148 | You | "Who got shot in the head?" |
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149 | Joyce Messier | "Of course not. It was a highly infectious microorganism that destroyed brain tissue. The actual causes of the Revolution were material. The pandemic only provided the spark." |
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150 | You | "Wow, really?" |
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151 | You | "I don't know what I would have done differently." |
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152 | Shivers | A cold creeps up your spine, reaching its tendrils up your neck, toward the back of your head... |
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153 | You | "I would have sought a medical solution. Sounds like *tzaraath* drove those people mad." |
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154 | Half Light | Your jaw clenches -- give the lady a taste of your *wisdom*. |
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155 | None |
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156 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_inland_future_vision"] |
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157 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_inland_future_vision"]) == false |
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158 | None |
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159 | Kim Kitsuragi | "My position, ma'am? My parents got ripped to shreds in the Revolution -- I would have gone the same way. I was saved by being two years old. That's my position -- the abattoir." |
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160 | You | "Okay. Maybe it's impossible. What happened had to happen. And always will." |
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161 | Joyce Messier | "That's not Coupris, dear. It's just a brand name, snatched up by a Vespertine holding company. No, the real Coupris is as dead as the king they bet on." |
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162 | None |
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163 | Joyce Messier | "Good hygiene, really? A very *moderate* solution to an *extreme* problem. It's those sort of half-measures that doomed the authorities in Graad..." |
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164 | Joyce Messier | "Liquidate?" She nods. "That's what King Filippe kept screaming from the Sol Aurum. *Liquidate, liquidate!*" she says in a sing-song-y kind of way. |
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165 | Rhetoric | Not so fast -- who is she in all this? Ask her who she is, she owes you an answer. |
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166 | None |
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167 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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168 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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169 | None |
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170 | You | "What did this tzaraath do?" |
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171 | Joyce Messier | "It made people overthrow their governments." |
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172 | Encyclopedia | It was a funny time in history. They'd discovered transistors and rock music, but they didn't know anything about prions. Nobody did. |
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173 | Joyce Messier | "A poor remedy for prion disease," she says. "That was the attitude of most of the more moderate indotribes, particularly those who supported the king..." |
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174 | Joyce Messier | "A city state divided into free market zones. Under the *everlasting* interregnum of the Coalition of Nations. And you, of course -- the Citizens Militia." |
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175 | None |
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176 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_what_are_you_asked"] |
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177 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_what_are_you_asked"]) == false |
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178 | Esprit de Corps | The clatter of typewriter keys fills the main hall of a re-appropriated Silk Mill -- Precinct 41. Chad Tillbrook presses ENTER. Outside: Officer *Elfboy* Williams slams the door of an armoured motor carriage... |
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179 | You | "No way." |
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180 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. |
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181 | None |
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182 | Shivers | The wind stops, there is silence on the dark water of the Martinaise inlet... |
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183 | You | "Probably." |
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184 | Joyce Messier | "No -- almost certainly. The Commune would have forced you. Such was the fate of the undecided." |
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185 | None |
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186 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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187 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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188 | Suggestion | There is curiosity there that goes unnoticed. The lieutenant takes a step back, absent-mindedly. |
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189 | Joyce Messier | She turns to him. "And what is *your* official position, lieutenant?" |
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190 | Shivers | ALWAYS. |
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191 | Joyce Messier | "Forty-three years. Hard to fathom, I know." |
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192 | None |
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193 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_who_are_you_open"] |
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194 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_who_are_you_open"]) == false |
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195 | You | "It's been like this for how long, exactly?" |
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196 | Joyce Messier | "Time flies." |
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197 | You | "Wait, you're saying it's been like this for 43 years?" | Variable["pier.joyce_logic_fortythree_years_afdtermath"] == true |
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198 | You | "When was this kerfuffle?" |
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199 | Shivers | The cold runs down your spine as you say the words, like a small electric charge that seeks grounding. |
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200 | Shivers | The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet... |
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201 | Joyce Messier | "They picked the winning side. That's why they're here and others are not." |
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202 | You | "With some hygiene, modest social care and perhaps a little research program." |
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203 | Shivers | The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet... |
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204 | Joyce Messier | "The Turn-of-the-Century Revolution?" She smiles, mischievously. "Don't answer it -- it's a trick question." |
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205 | Joyce Messier | "Always," She nods. "That's the *can't-do-attitude* that truly defines Late Modernity. You may prove a Modern Man yet." |
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206 | You | "They chose wisely." |
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207 | You | "They got lucky." |
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208 | Perception (Hearing) | A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... |
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209 | Joyce Messier | "Perhaps it wouldn't have turned out that way had *I* been in charge. I might've bet on the king and led the Pines to doom." |
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210 | Joyce Messier | "They are what they are -- who knows, an afterbloom may yet come..." |
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211 | Joyce Messier | "The Revolution began in '02, on the isola of Graad, though by the end nearly the whole world had gotten involved." |
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212 | You | "Who started it?" |
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213 | Joyce Messier | "You and everyone else. But that's got nothing to do with *preventing* the Revolution. Ah, well... What was was, I guess." |
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214 | You | "You would have sided with the king?" |
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215 | You | "At any cost -- until humanity is free and the age of Capital is past." |
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216 | Shivers | The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The cold dissipates into your parietal lobe like a dissolved bullet. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet... |
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217 | You | "I asked you -- who are you in all this?" |
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218 | None |
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219 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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220 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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221 | You | "I would have made off with the mineral rights." |
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222 | Joyce Messier | "I would have sided with the *cannons*. If you'd seen the calibres of the things, you might've, too... " She thinks. "Perhaps it's better I was born when I was..." |
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223 | Shivers | The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The cold dissipates into your parietal lobe like a dissolved bullet. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet... |
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224 | None |
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225 | You | "What would you have done differently?" | Variable["pier.joyce_when_kerfuffle_done"] |
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226 | Joyce Messier | "Good question." She cranes her neck: "What would *you* have done differently?" |
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227 | Volition | No -- her first. |
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228 | None |
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229 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"] |
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230 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"]) == false |
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231 | None |
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232 | None |
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233 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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234 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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235 | You | "What happened in the rest of the world?" (Proceed.) |
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236 | You | "Where did it spread from there?" |
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237 | Shivers | The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The cold dissipates into your parietal lobe like a dissolved bullet. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet... |
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238 | None |
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239 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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240 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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241 | Joyce Messier | "And I asked *you*, past-less detective of the Citizens Militia. What insight has acute encephalopathy given to you?" |
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242 | None |
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243 | None |
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244 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_empathy_great_shadows"] |
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245 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_empathy_great_shadows"]) == false |
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246 | None |
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247 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"] |
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248 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]) == false |
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249 | Shivers | The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The cold dissipates into your parietal lobe like a dissolved bullet. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet... |
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250 | You | "Until this insanity is crushed and Revachol reigns -- a suzerain forever." |
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251 | Joyce Messier | "And I asked *you*, philosopher-detective of the Citizens Militia." |
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252 | None |
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253 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_vol_you_first"] |
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254 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_vol_you_first"]) == false |
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255 | Inland Empire | She narrows her eyes -- turning her gaze to the future out of professional habit... |
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256 | You | "What came next?" |
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257 | None |
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258 | None | IsKimHere() |
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259 | None | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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260 | Joyce Messier | "Coupris, Resplendent... both gone now. Those that survived mended their ways. They're all *ultras* now." |
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261 | Joyce Messier | "Ten of the fourteen indotribes got it wrong: Feld, Coupris, Tricentennial... So I suppose I would have been in good company." |
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262 | None |
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263 | None | IsTHCPresent("torque_dork") |
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264 | None | (IsTHCPresent("torque_dork")) == false |
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265 | Joyce Messier | "In the end they liquidated the Sol Aurum. Melted the palace cube down to gold and platinum and sold it for bullets. Strange times," she says almost wistfully. |
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266 | Joyce Messier | "From Revachol and Graad? Not far. The world managed to cauterize itself. Mazov's government was overthrown in '08, and the Coalition crushed the Revachol commune two years later. It was *The End*." |
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267 | Joyce Messier | "Why, you and I, officer--" She spreads her arms, raincoat flapping in the wind. "Our lives in the Zone of Control." |
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268 | You | "I would have killed more -- 400 million -- if that's what it took." |
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269 | Joyce Messier | "I see -- a tenth of humanity." She's unfazed. "The key of History is in the lock -- keep turning, at any cost?" |
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270 | Joyce Messier | "It wasn't a *who*, but a *what*. A pandemic of tzaraath, a particularly virulent prion disease, which the authorities in Graad proved unable to contain. Then Mazov came along and overthrew the government." |
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271 | Joyce Messier | "Understandable," she nods. |
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272 | Joyce Messier | "Anyway, enough sentimentality. Is there anything else you want to know?" |
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273 | Joyce Messier | "When they failed to step up, Mazov and his party stepped in. In this *particular* case, maybe a more robust state response might have been appropriate..." |
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274 | None |
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275 | None |
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276 | None | CheckEquipped("neck_tie") |
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277 | None | (CheckEquipped("neck_tie")) == false |
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278 | Inland Empire | Something tells you her life and yours are not that similar. |
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279 | You | "They're *good* apes, actually." |
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280 | Joyce Messier | "I don't know about that..." She turns north, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront, then shivers slightly. |
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281 | You | "Did the communists and the anarchists shoot back?" |
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282 | You | "You could say they got *totally* shot in the head." | Variable["pier.joyce_concept_totally_shot_anarkists"] |
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283 | Joyce Messier | "Indeed. They piled them in mass graves in Ozonne and, well -- that's the last anyone heard of those people." |
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284 | Conceptualization | She likes the *totality* of it. |
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285 | Joyce Messier | "Did they ever. Before they got shot themselves, they shot two million people." |
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286 | None |
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287 | You | "Who got the mineral rights?" |
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288 | Joyce Messier | "The liberals got the mineral rights." She looks up to the sky, then inland at the crumbling city. "And by mineral rights, I mean *everything*." |
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289 | You | "Okay, and by *liberals* you mean..." |
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290 | Joyce Messier | "Liberals are usually middle-class people, detective. Or the remaining gentry. The beneficiaries of the pre-revolutionary *arrangement*." |
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291 | Joyce Messier | "Some were rich enough to stay with the Constitution; with monarchy -- *big mistake*. Others bet on the Revolution, they were called the Ultras, or ultraliberals. They fared well." |
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292 | You | "How did the liberals win it all?" |
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293 | Joyce Messier | "They didn't *win* so much as survive. *We* were the last ones standing when the war ended -- everyone else got shot in the head, remember?" |
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294 | You | "If everyone got shot, who was there to surrender to?" |
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295 | Joyce Messier | "To foreign intervention -- the Coalition. Those people *really* took the mineral rights." |
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296 | You | "Wait. You just said the liberals already took everything." |
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297 | Joyce Messier | "The liberals took everything that wasn't nailed to the ground -- the Coalition took the *ground*," she stomps her rubber booted foot. "The ocean, the laws and the people." |
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298 | You | "Who are the Coalition?" |
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299 | Joyce Messier | "The Coalition of Nations. Graad, Mesque, Vesper, Messina, Oranje and Sur-La-Clef -- the armed centre of the world. They landed here and ended the Revolution. It was the *moralist* thing to do." |
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300 | Empathy | There is bitterness in her voice -- tempered with understanding. She is critical, but ultimately understands the cause. |
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301 | You | "Moralist?" |
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302 | Joyce Messier | "The moralists believe in keeping everything exactly the way it is. They believe in mineral rights -- and not shooting people in the head..." |
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303 | Joyce Messier | "At least not in the same *manner and volume* as the others do. They are the long-standing provisional rulers of Revachol now -- the Coalition Government." |
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304 | Joyce Messier | "This is their Zone of Control. They embolden the RCM with crumbs of the same law they took. Technically speaking -- *you* are a moralist." |
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305 | Encyclopedia | The colour of moralism is blue. The official motto of the Moralintern, or Moralist International, is: 'A blue forget-me-not; a piece of the grey sky'. Unofficial: 'For a moment, there was hope'. |
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306 | None |
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307 | You | "Not just technically -- practically as well. I like what I've heard about these people." |
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308 | You | "I don't think I am moralist, ma'am." |
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309 | You | "If always picking the option that doesn't commit to anything then hell yes I am -- and also not." |
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310 | Joyce Messier | "An almost endearingly moralist standpoint," she bows. "It must be hard to take a moderate approach to head-shooting in your line of work." |
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311 | Joyce Messier | "Of course," she sizes you up. "Not easy to be moderate about *head-shooting* in your line of work." |
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312 | Joyce Messier | "A devout man of the centre," she nods. "Hard to come by. It's good to have someone who takes a moderate approach to head-shooting -- in your line of work I mean." |
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313 | Hand/Eye Coordination | Rooty-tooty pointy shooty! |
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314 | None |
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315 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_hecordination_rootyshooty"] |
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316 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_hecordination_rootyshooty"]) == false |
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317 | You | (Cock your finger pistols.) "Rooty tooty pointy shooty!" | IsTHCPresent("finger_pistols") |
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318 | You | "Rooty tooty pointy shooty!" | IsTHCPresent("finger_pistols") == false |
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319 | Joyce Messier | "That's the way of History." She nods. |
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320 | None |
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321 | None |
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322 | None |
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323 | None |
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324 | None | IsKimHere() |
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325 | None | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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326 | None |
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327 | None | Variable["pier.joyce_exited_times_hub_with_kim_once"] |
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328 | None | (Variable["pier.joyce_exited_times_hub_with_kim_once"]) == false |
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329 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Or -- you could *not* eat all the candy at once, let the ma'am rest for a while, and return to this later?" |
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330 | You | "Later, yes. Let my mind cool a bit." |
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331 | You | "No. More. NOW." |
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332 | Joyce Messier | "Voracious," she nods approvingly. "I'm up for it. What'll it be?" |
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333 | Joyce Messier | "Too much *reality* at once can prove too much," she nods. "There's plenty of time later. For now, is there anything *else* I can help you with?" |
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334 | None |
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335 | None |
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336 | You | "I don't care about kings. Tell me one more thing..." |
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337 | Joyce Messier | "About head-shooting?" She smiles. |
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338 | Physical Instrument | The rulers of Revachol -- and also *the world*. These guys are strong. |
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339 | Joyce Messier | "Indeed. Tzaraath is a highly infectious microorganism that destroyed brain tissue. The actual causes of the Revolution were material. The pandemic only provided the spark." |
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340 | None |
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341 | None | Variable["TASK.joyce_keep_asking_later"] |
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342 | None | (Variable["TASK.joyce_keep_asking_later"]) == false |
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343 | Joyce Messier | "Welcome to reality, baby." |
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344 | Empathy | No. The tiny apes are doing all they can to be better. It's not their fault. |
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345 | Half Light | The apes will never change, they are all evil. End of discussion. |
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346 | Rhetoric | It takes time for the apes to change. And work. Perhaps what happened here was part of that time -- and part of that work. |
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347 | You | "I *loved* that king. Fucking communists..." |
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348 | Joyce Messier | "Which one? Actually -- it doesn't matter. King Guillaume has always been my favourite. He could smell a PR disaster brewing. So he got out alive and his nephew Frissel got shot in his place..." |
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349 | Rhetoric | We -- she's one of them. Of course. |
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350 | Inland Empire | Then *you* happened. Your youth in the Thirties. |
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351 | Composure | She is not at all fazed by your genocidal sabre rattling. |
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352 | Suggestion | A counterargument, but still -- your historic mass-murderer fantasies have only endeared you to this person. |
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