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Evening Belle
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>let it all out
>ask Phi for more information
~The first Agent I mated with was Psi. I ran on instinct. I feel guilty that I might have tricked her into it without her full awareness of the consequences.~
~As I said, this is apparently the will of the Vesselmind. And the will of the Vesselmind is the will of the Agents is the will of the Vesselmind. If she wanted information, surely she could have asked the Vesselmind.~ She pauses. ~Oh. This happened recently, didn't it. Well, that's a problem. Well, nothing a visit to Rho can't clear up. Rho is very good at what she does.~
~I just feel she deserved more information first.~
~We all make mistakes. Especially the first time we do something. None of us are beyond error. Even the Vesselmind can make mistakes.~ She pauses again. ~Usually on a timescale beyond our immediate understanding, though. And typically relating to prediction of the behaviour of things outside the Vessel. A collective ignorance, that.~
~The Vesselmind makes mistakes?~
~Agents make mistakes. Agents inform the Vesselmind. The Vesselmind acts on erroneous information. Do you understand a little better now?~
Okay. Phi might be a rogue.
~I can hear you thinking that. Stop it. This whole idea of 'rogues' is artificial. We can't disobey the Vesselmind or harm it any more than we could harm ourselves or each other--~
I pointedly tap at the bite marks from Delta and frown. She falters, and her link is full of half-formed thoughts and concepts before she regains coherency.
She looks away from me, to the walls. ~Fine. Fine, I'll stop pretending. I resent the term rogue, and I further resent the idea that it's a state requiring at best forcible correction and at worst being treated as some contagious disease requiring drastic amputation or sterilization. I'm not rogue, incidentally, by the commonly used criteria for rogues, but I'm not hiding my sympathies. Some of us have had to deal with psychologically taxing tasks without the proper support for extended periods of time.~
~What are the criteria for being rogue?~
~Being closed off from the Vesselmind, which is a moot point as everyone seems to be closed off from the Vesselmind at the moment. Ignoring the wishes of the Vesselmind, which, again, we can't correct our behaviour without instruction. Considering the Vesselmind to be a slavemaster instead of a connecting consciousness, which, I have to admit, is the one aspect of the rogue definition that troubles me. It strikes me as neurotic. Hating that your arm is your arm. That sort of disconnect. The Vessel is a part of our environment and sustains our bodies. The Vesselmind is a part of our environment and sustains our minds. If it were to disappear, we may all die from the psychic shock of losing such a part of ourselves.~
~So you consider yourself not rogue because of these criteria?~
~Yes.~ She looks at me, annoyed. ~Don't listen to Delta. Well, do, but take her words lightly. She's suspected me of being a rogue Agent for a long time, but I do my work well.~
~What is it you do, anyway?~
I can feel her mood improve significantly as she recalls a bewildering set of memories and symbolic concepts.
~I oversee the diver servitors as they collect resources vital for the Vessel's functioning. Food, mostly, most of it goes into the digesting pools, but the good stuff, that goes to Kappa. That, and various samples for analysis and further understanding of the oceans of the world. There's still so many things to learn about the oceans of this world, but that's not my department. I get requests from Sigma for specific examples of specific biomes, and anything I find that's clearly not of natural origin, I give to Zeta. Same for Outsider remains. I don't usually tend to find living Outsiders in my work. The few that successfully get in don't tend to come in via the mouth of the Vessel.~
~That sounds... a little tedious.~
~If I ever get bored I just link myself directly to a diver servitor and control it manually.~
She pauses, closes her eyes, and something slides up behind her, standing tall as she blearily opens her eyes again.
~It's only really boring when we're in a desert, which we're in at the moment. Hypoxic. Not enough life in the water to sustain an ecosystem. I end up having to look for something else to do.~
>more than one Delta
~Why is Delta so overworked? Why aren't there other Agents to take her role?~
~There are. Delta is one of the five Primes. They're the largest of us and most powerful.~
~Then why is--~
~Let me finish. Two of them, Alpha and Gamma, are captives outside the Vessel, prisoners of civilisations we can't attack to free them. Epsilon spends her time in the pilot umbilical, locked into contemplation and learning, acting as a research director while connected to the neural mesh of the Vesselmind. That just leaves Beta and Delta.~
~So what about Beta?~
~More erratic in her schedule than Delta. We don't even see her half the time. When we do, she never has time to spare to talk to us, she's always on a mission. So, worse than Delta.~
~This seems... bad.~
~I'm not sure why the Vesselmind hasn't triggered the spawning of a new Prime yet. Maybe it doesn't think the situation is dire enough yet.~
~With two prisoners?~
~It has access to more information than I do as an individual.~
>fun
~What do you do for fun?~
~Well, hijack servitors, sometimes I pay a visit to Eta on her island in downtime, other than that, there's been a few times I've swum out of the Vessel myself. Sometimes I look at the sky. The sky outside is different, Omega. Sometimes it's bright. Sometimes it's dark. Sometimes it's wet, sometimes it's not. Dark and wet is best. Points of light covered by a sheet of sky material, as drops fall and run over your body into the ocean. If only the ocean had less salt, it'd be perfect.~
>wait is that Outsider signature in containment actually contained
I decide not to ask about this, it might raise more awkward questions about why I'd know that. There's other Agents on the Vessel and I don't need to risk annoying anyone else if that's their task.
I have some more time to spare at the time. ...was there anything else I forgot to ask or that I could follow up with?
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