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Although experiments and confirmations continue with the division, interestingly, the lobby divides into two seperate lobbies and their associated branches. It's noted that Duelist and Succubus are currently missing from the lobby, and Alison can't seem to communicate with them at all, at least not through the lobby.
Sugartooth took the syndicate's phone and a spare phone, but then also took the core. Thus, Sugartooth is the primary branch and Unity is the division at the moment. The two lobbies can control these phones to communicate with one another. Feeling and sensors between the main division and the side division are more or less shared, however, conscious effort has to be put to feel the senses of the other division. For instance, Alison always feels what Unity is feeling as long as she's in the lobby or driver's seat, and if she pays attention to the main branch, Sugartooth, she feels both. This is reversed for Succubus and Duelist, who always feels what Sugartooth feels, but have to focus to see what's going on with Unity. Focusing on the other is disorienting, and the difficulty in having divisions for typical jetals is seen.
Some high powered computational jetals can control a dozen divisions, but the battery usage of that many is huge.
Either way, prior to leaving Scurps' car, the core was pushed over to Princess Sugartooth despite only having a couple of lobbyists and phones. They will meet up again prior to any dangerous tasks, where more careful dividing will take place.
>Search for Vinyl
Scanner can't find anything present, however, it seems like she used to be a wanted criminal around thirty years ago, as did Loviro.
Of note is that, supposedly, they all died around then.
Unity gives Loviro a hug and pulls her ear up to massage his scalp. She loads up a sound generator on her phone, and makes some light music.
>"Maybe it's the headache, but you're moving like a well formed division."
"You can tell?"
>"Don't worry, very few people have the eye to tell. You move exceptionally well for an experienced jetal, let alone a jetal on day 2."
"I have been busy. I've been making quite a bit of money. By the way, is it really worth keeping the implants in your head if it causes you this much suffering?"
>"For the time, yes."
"Vinyl can't be having such a bad time, though. Is there not as much for her to avoid thinking about?"
>"I couldn't say, but it may also be that she isn't concluding as much. That is to say, let's presume our implant avoided thoughts about the number 20. If we both saw the number 20, then it would trigger for both of us. That would simply be blocking a dot of information. However, if we both saw an equation of five thousand divided by 250, she may simply glaze over it uncaringly, but I may struggle over comprehending that equation, due to the implants blocking a line of information. Blocking these metaphorical lines, I believe, are giving me a significantly harder time. In her case, being an unobservant dimwit is serving her well."
"You think she's unintelligent?"
>"She is good at what she does, but she is not what I would call intellectually brilliant. Excuse my ego."
"It's fine! I'd like to talk with both you and her, and I have a lunch meeting with her later. Or early dinner. I'd like to hear more about your social life."
>"Hm... before that, I'd like to hear more of you. You've already formed a distinguished personality somehow, and I don't have so much of an ego to think it's because I'm the one who made your core. This is odd, as are my implants, as they are not the model that inhibits my intelligence, yet I feel foggy. I fear that I am - "
He clenches his eyes shut for a long moment.
>"Well." he finally says. "This is what I was talking about. Perhaps I should have gotten the intelligence inhibitor as well. Then again, now that I think about it, I have a feeling that Vinyl is headed out to find out why she has these implants via her contacts. She can't find out herself, but she can find someone who can."
"I can search for her, if you like! Or get you anything, still. Oh, by the way, has anyone shown up at all?"
>"No, and no."
"I have some painkillers. Please take them, I know they'll help."
>"Privately made, or corner store?"
"A liquor store at a corner."
>"They are loaded with EIN nanomachines, and unless you have found jailbroken scanners, you wouldn't be able to detect them. I will endure. Right now, I would like to get to know you, at least before I remove these implants and realize why I had them put in. What would you like in life? In general? I don't wish to sound dramatic, but I am assuming the absolute worst possible outcome regarding these implants. I want to make sure you are on your feet before I disable these implants, as I may be dead soon after."
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