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[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

You find yourself in a place.

This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.

There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.

What do you do?

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[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Who? Not even Batou, or Kuze or even Aramaki. There was only ever two people who had violated Motoko's barriers, and of those only one she had given permission to.

"Just one person," And said in that half-nostalgic tone it did seem like it had been a lover, "I'm not someone who lets others just waltz in and out of her cyberbrain like that. More often I'm the one in theirs. Personal preference aside, I'm in possession of a few choice military and political secrets. Unnecessarily risking a leak would probably mean losing my job."

But that threat was more than just livelihood. Mil-spec bodies were expensive and deadly— Motoko's belonged to the government of Japan, along with all her classified memories. If she lost her job, they'd take everything she'd seen or done for decades, and there'd be pitiful little left of her without the prosthesis or those memories. Quitting was one thing— you had warning and time to prepare. Being fired was something else entirely.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

And Sheeana did leap to that conclusion, opened her mouth to say something pithy. But she stopped mid-leap. This woman was complex and simple explanations would not work.

"I would be a hypocrite if I condemned you for that. Before the Tyrant gave us purpose, we Bene Gesserit had become little more than a society of secret collectors, like packrats in a Pharaoh's tomb."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"I've known my share of people like that," There is no condemnation in her voice, perhaps even some grudging seed of respect. It's easy to curl your lip at the rotund, shut-in data-miners surrounded by their discs and hard-drives, building a modern day hermit's hut out of the so-called wisdom of the Net.

Until you wanted something from them.

"The Tyrant?" Mild curiosity, too mild to be genuine colored that question.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Bene Gesserit are hardly otaku. That's more a Mentat thing.

"The Tyrant." There's an offer of information implicit in her tone if she wants it but she's not going to force it at her.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Conspirarcy theorists, mostly...but even they get things right once in a while.

"That's a fairly harsh title," prompting for that information as if prodding a bear awake; the trick was patience, and to not appear a threat, "Care to tell me why?"

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

She sure does! "It was accurate. That is not to be taken to imply a judgement, however." Slurrrp.