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“No, you idiot, don’t you see? The digital, that’s humanity’s perfection! One may shape themselves, strip their flesh from its own weaknesses. Flaws disappear from the mind as the do the skin within the innerworld.”
“But, Chaice, you weren’t meant for this, this isn’t real.”
“Reality always sounds pessimistic to me. Flat facts, things that are neutral. They simply are. I think it’s the lack of positivity, or purpose, a path that can be followed. Having to make your own decisions is a little isolating, a little cumbersome. People drown in life.
it’s very nice, in life, to pretend, to fake a reality, but the real, blank face of what is, is that there is nothing. there is no meaning, and no purpose. there is no depth. There is no reason. There is no meaning, and there never will be. it’s impossible, for there is no inherent meaning or purpose in the universe. it simply is. So, then, any relations you want to be meaningful are impossible, they will all be meaningless; there is no love. Meaning cannot be created either. perhaps only reason, observing in the past tense. indulge in the meaningless, for it is all there is.”
“But what about our life? Our friendship? If I know me, I’m working on something out there. An what about the plan?”
“I’ll still help fund the project, but I blame you for my death, you were always short-sighted and foolish. Nanites? You damn fool. Just go, I can do better on my own, you may be installed, but you’re still connected.”

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I continues to boost across the barren landscape, looking for the small spec of a hacker outpost where I might find help for my friend. Arriving, I follow a narrow stairway into the ground, and presses a pattern on a blank dead end. It opens.

“Wey,” A voice shouts at me from the darkness, “long time no see.”
“Well, outerworldly, yeah, I got a big problem, it’s Chaice.”
“How is he?”
“She’s dead, the companymen, it’s all my fault, you gotta help us Elz, you’re the only one I knew who could do anything here. We might need Ceta.” Gillick comes and helps bring Chaice’s body to a more appropriate area of the underground hacker complex.
“What happened?” Elz fiddles around frantically with wires, widgets, and sprockets.
“Went to the Companymen, heard about this new thing, the paradisio drive. We stole some UEC from a NewGov facility, got hard installs on the innerworld.”
“That was you?”
“I’m not sure I can help, Wey, our systems are down. How’d you hear about the paradisio drive?”
“Ceta was talking about it a few clicks ago, I had some connections with some rogue agents to get my hands on one in a secret facility.”
“Have you heard from Ceta since?”
“Least I heard, he was dead.”
“Yeah, same here.” She makes one final connection, and proper lighting returns to the facility, processors and drives can be heard booting up. “Let’s see what we can do.”

He’s dead. My best friend Chaice is dead. Her body sits there, brains burnt out. I know a digital copy still exists of him, but she was the original. So unique in every way. The Companymen stare blankly. We all knew this was a possibility. The guarantee stands for deletion, and I am given a savedrive. I boost back to the incorporated community, her body in tow. If I’m fast enough, maybe I can make things right.

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In the innerworld, the cities of altlife, home of the first, murder cannot be practiced, it is an alternate society, with real rules, a high tech beacon, in memorium of the outerworld. Proof that peace can be achieved again, or, proof that peace cannot be achieved in the outerworld. The cities are hubs, uniting the remaining outposts, allowing both an escape to the desolate views of the remains of outerworld, as well as a means to share ideas, on a means to rebuild, to prevent what has happened in the past from happening again, a utopia of a resource-based economy, a symbol of what horrors and beauty technology can be used for. A city by the shores. A dream, still, that the innerworld envisions for the outer. If there still are any resources left, that is.

I’m not sure I believe in it, but I’m glad at least a… backup of me escaped the outerworld, that shitpit of ruin. I’m a reborn being, alive in a new world, no longer a visitor, I’m living in the world’s resort. A permanent vacation of fun, useful time. Speaking of; back to the main point (my brain is still processing all of my memories): murder, in the games of the innerworld, it is meaningless. That’s the big fun. It’s what draws the most users, and therefore the most UEC (which are redeemable in the outerworld at certain NewGov, Companymen, 3rd parties, local shops, or various other, less regulated outposts for supplies, if you know where to look.) is NewGov’s Havoc Onslaught. That’s why we’re here, to earn creds for our outerselves, in a big way. We have no lag, we are actually in the game. We’re practically unstoppable, your avatar always survives after the game, and there’s no actual need to sleep. We can just keep winning over and over. It will be so schway. Or would, if playing that game wouldn’t draw too much unwanted attention in these formes. This to high volume of less popular games.

Of course, now that my friend is playing almost only to support her exemplar, I worry for his sanity. Can he stick to the plan with no investment out there? Plus, there’s no telling what dlc he can get that can alter him now, his powers against other users. A lack of focus on life, he could become lost to the game, forget anything he ever was. Or, even in the cities, try to build a new life with avatars. No telling with this tech. I might just be overreacting; I wonder… But there is no time to wonder, for the first round is about to start.