saturations | AUDIENCE FOR: nogiku

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[... HELLO? Steel? She approaches the hand to squish, like, a fingie.]

You hadn't noticed?

[ It squishes. it's soft. ]

I summoned up a chair, and this is what appeared. Perhaps something in it appealed?

[... she squishes the actual seat part... soft.]

... You don't have any memories from before you came to the Prism, right?

There is no before the Prism. So, no. I would not have memories of something that did not exist.

So... You were born here, then? I guess I'm wondering how your tastes were shaped, living in the Prism.

Born. Hm. Born? I'm not sure I'd describe myself as having been born, but I suppose no one remembers their birth.

No... I suppose not. But even then, memories of one's childhood tend to stick around. Like an abscess you can't get out.