So what really happened, then? Did you come back to life, or just...I don't know. Look like you fell off a really high cliff, but really you grabbed a branch at the last moment, and they assumed you were dead, but then you weren't?
So you're magical in some way. Or... [She thinks a moment.]
I don't think I'll understand the specifics. Like, frankly, in my world, we ride horses and send letters and everything that technology does, magic takes care of some of it? So. I'm not asking the right questions, am I?
[ she thinks about this for a long moment kind of... deciding if she wants to explain or not. but rosamund seems nice. sincere, even if they aren't that close. so sure.
[I'm going to make the ruling that someone explained to her that the sun is a big ball of burning gas and not a wood-etched illustration hanging in the sky]
Though - the not dying part might not be the worst, considering the alternative. [ the process of dying and coming back sucks but staying dead would. you know. be worse she supposes. ]
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It took a long time and we ended up leaving on a different ship, but - that's the idea.
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[anything is possible...]
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Then, carefully:]
And do you just start over? Or get back up on the spot?
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... It takes about a day for my body to heal itself. Brain has to do some hard-resetting, too. It's a whole thing.
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I don't think I'll understand the specifics. Like, frankly, in my world, we ride horses and send letters and everything that technology does, magic takes care of some of it? So. I'm not asking the right questions, am I?
[She draws a little closer, earnestly curious.]
May I ask what you are, Miss Lovelace?
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sure. ]
I'm a copy. A clone of the real Isabel Lovelace.
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[Her hand touches to her lips.]
I think I've heard of "cloning" before here, I'm not sure where. But, I think I understand.
What happened to the real one?
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[ which is why she switches back to referring to the 'real' lovelace as 'i.' ]
I... tried to escape the station on a makeshift shuttle and fell into the sun.
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Oof. [What a face she pulls.] That'll do it.
Then where does the copy come from?
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... From aliens, lightyears away, using the star like a door.
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nods]
I...can relate a bit to that. In a sense. Someone very far away playing with your fate.
[She shrugs a little haplessly]
And I don't always stay dead either.
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Though - the not dying part might not be the worst, considering the alternative. [ the process of dying and coming back sucks but staying dead would. you know. be worse she supposes. ]