kind of like a scifi yahoo answers

[r3f4c70r3d]

Who: Angel OTA
When: W8D1 (like father like daughter)
Medium:text
Security/Encryption:none, but untraceable
Warnings: none


[Between the accords being pulled from under their feet, the riots with the mess they left behind, and Jack in general Angel hasn't had much time to sleep, but when she does it's like nothing she's ever experienced. Sometimes they're incredibly vivid, like she was actually there in that moment. Others are blurrier but leave her feeling like her heart has been ripped out each time she wakes from them. She needs someone to confide in, but has no one to turn to. Cue the blessing that is anonymous messaging boards. Even if she doesn't find the exact answers she seeks, she may at least find some solidarity, and be able to get this off her chest.]


ANONYMOUS ASKS:

Been having very strange dreams lately. Usually nightmares. Only started recently. Has anyone else experienced this? What did you do about it? Thank you.

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[r3f4c70r3d]

[ This person speaks of opportunity in a way she has no access to. It makes sense, her circumstances are pretty far from the norm but she has no way to explain just how far.

She thinks that she's read that last part on a digital greeting card. ]

You sound like someone who has many options ahead of them. Thank you for your advice, but I only have one path available to me, and none of your suggestions are on it.

[lefthandfree]

[James almost laughs at the response in spite of himself. Almost. He needs way longer than before to keep from going off. This person understands nothing of how much he's fought for everything he still has, what all is even left. He made his current life when all other doors had closed. Even now, they miss the opportunity in front of their eyes, the ability to form alliances, contacts. Friends. A new path they never traversed before that they had only taken as a last resort. That they cannot see it for what it really is tears him apart, angers him in a way he doesn't understand.

Until he realizes that it's not the stranger he's angry with but whoever put it in their mind to think they had no other choice. Hydra, a distant part of his mind whispers, though he doesn't know what it means.

This person needs a catalyst, James realizes then. Someone that isn't him, someone they actually trust, to break the proverbial spell. It's not his place to contest their beliefs if they don't even realize the key in their hand. Freedom is only freedom when you know what it is, after all.

It's at least an hour before he replies this time.]

Now who’s making assumptions?

Sorry I couldn’t help, then. For whatever it’s worth, I’m always willing to lend an ear if anyone needs it. Even if you have to lie to be honest. Either way, I wish you the best, pal.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Angel hadn't meant to get so abrasive, it's so rare that she gets the chance to speak freely like this that the amount of bitterness that comes out surprises even herself.

She wishes she could tell this person more about the position she's in, how little room she has. How she's not a person, both in the literal legal sense, but also as a concept. As an anonymous poster she can speak as herself, but will always have to remain vague. As an AI she has a face and a name, but is stuck in a perpetual lie, an act that's initially meant to manipulate those she comes into contact with. Angel Marten...the girl who should sit between those two personas doesn't exist. ]

Thank you. I appreciate both that and your effort, at least.