Florence/Dialogue

Dialogue

This article contains the following triggers: human experimentation, drug use, PTSD, missing limbs mentions

In the lab[]

We’ve discovered that adding dark matter to the dough improves the taste of a chocolate cake by fifteen percent!
Don’t tell anyone.

Day 1[]

Oh, right on time! Can you hold some of this useless junk for me?
I think I stole too many lightbulbs so dr Huxley might start suspecting me...
Here you go.
Thanks for your cooperation.

"How I Met Aiden"[]

"How do you plan to do that?" Florence gave me a worried look.

Giving Charlotte the Cube[]

Hi!
Hehe, thanks!
Thanks for helping me the other day.
I brought something in return.
It's my Bennett blackmail logs.
I extracted some memories from his brain while he was asleep.
Man, he really should cut down on soap. It makes him so hyperactive he sleeps like a log afterwards.
I've already made the spare copies of this, so perhaps one of these cubes will be useful to you?
Hmph!

Death day celebration[]

Uh...
IT'S A SURPRISE PARTY! A SURPRISE PARTY!
S-sure.
So uh...whose corpse is lying in the coffin?

Talking to Florence at the celebration

(Well, this is awkward...)

Q84 is attacked[]

Q84 begins to wake up

Shhhh! You'll wake her up!

Q84 listening in

Geez, mr Honikker, you're always so sour!
If memory cubes can be extracted, soul cubes can too, right?
You should seriously cut down on it.

Q84 hiding in the vents[]

What do you mean "she's gone"?
She has to be around somewhere!
She isn't that good at hiding, as far as I know. Let's look around a bit.

Pile of bodies[]

Q84 exits too quickly

Here she is.

Q84 hides in the pile of corpses

These are just corpses, Ben. They're always here.
Plus, dr Huxley wouldn't like it if we touched his experiment material.
Let's look somewhere else.

Q84 exits immediately

So impatient.

Introduction[]

Hi! I'm Florence. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
So? Felix said you accepted the Oracle voluntarily.
You'll die in a few days, right?
Ah! Sorry, sorry!
So, you two wanted me to find the coordinates of places with power anomalies detected, right?
I found four! I sent the data to your PC, mr Honikker.
You can always count on me!

Scarlett leaves for the language land

Have a safe trip, you two.

TV World[]

Getting ready for the trip

I'll be the one escorting you today, huh, miss Eyler?
My attempts at a friendly conversation were completely ignored...

Entering the labs

Aaaaand, here we are.
Welcome to 6F Laboratories!
Well of course. This place is built like a big testing polygon.
Yeah. Kinda. Dr Huxley makes us run all kinds of errands, so they involve other floors too.
Henry Huxley.
He's mr Honikker's...uh...Uncle. Yeah. That's what we agreed on.
Anyhow, dr Huxley is an amazing man. We all look up to him.
Let's get to business, shall we?

Finding out about the increased security

Well, this is new.
Yeah. I can assume there is a reason they've reinforced the security measure, but I can't fathom what it could be...
Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. There's no thrill to it if you can't get diced into cubes.

Entering the capsules

Of course! Do you have any vessels to spare in case this one dies?
Then, there's your answer.

New capsule vessels!


Success!
Yeah, you will respawn.
But I wouldn't advise dying, because you'll go back to this very room.
Probably.

Florence recounts her past


Yes?
Ah, well, I don't really work for mr Honikker. It's his uncle I'm indebted to.
He saved me from Uberia, after all.
Nah, it's a planet.
A planet with two types of humans, overmen and men.
In other words, those who are worth something, and those who aren't.
As I came to know later, there wasn't really a difference.
I was a test subject for new inventions in the Prosthetics department.
They cut my own limbs off and kept reattaching new ones over and over.
I couldn't move by myself, and had to be taken to my room in a wheelchair.
They fed me through a tube.
Now that I remember it, personal hygiene was also impossible without the help of the assistants.
Talk about personal space.
Huh?
I...don't really think about it?
There were many.
But they killed more of us than the scientists did.
If we couldn't be used commercially or kept as pets, be it for therapy or sexual purposes, we weren't needed by overmen.
That's the reality that had to be accepted.
Besides, you can't just trust an organization that claims euthanasia to be "a product of love".
None of us need your pity, miss Eyler.
You can ask me anything.
Yeah, that's right.
I assembled them myself.
Before that, there was a period when I had various alien-looking prosthetics.
Then dr Huxley cut all of them off, so I lived as a talking torso for a while.
Bennett was in charge of taking care of me back then, but he wasn't really good at it.
But...I'd rather not dwell on the past.
So let's proceed.

Drinking from the vials


Right. But, one of us won't be able to proceed past this point.
Yeah. They want to separate us. But...
It's okay, miss Eyler. I can drink it.
Yes. You need to find miss Wiltshire, don't you?
So don't worry about me.
Besides, this whole situation smells like a cheap angst prompt.
I'm not letting that escalate.
Yuck...

Florence is in front of Scarlett


Told you? I got back faster than you completed those rooms.
Let's say I took the secret passage.
Anyway, let's get moving. Miss Wiltshire's presence is *this* close.

O91's Room[]

Entering O91's room


Whoa.
Whew, this place hasn't changed one bit.
Yeah, well. It's a long story.
You can take your time looking around.
This area appears to be in a stasis field.
Just look at all these magcats.
Whoever is in charge of this place...they probably wanted to stop the infestation from spreading.
Both a maggot and a cat! A magcat!
Come on, they're lovely! I've always wanted to keep one, but we workers aren't allowed to have pets.
To each their own!
Let's get to our investigation.

The Oracle Project papers


Do remember that we are on a different floor. Local scientists might have given this name to something else.

The Oracle Project papers


Do remember that we are on a different floor. Local scientists might have given this name to something else.

Interacting with various magcats


Did you know? They make reaaaally loud sounds when they communicate.
Like, MROOOOOOOW!
Relax. We're safe.
No, no, they aren't zombies, if that's what you wanted to know.
They feed on feelings and emotions! Mainly negative ones at that.
Fear is a really strong emotion, for example.
Hi, little magcat!
I'm sure you'd change your mind if you met a domesticated magcat.
Stand back, miss Eyler.
We're in a simulation, but still...

Investigating a scientist's pockets


Aha! I found something in his pockets.
Let's use it. There was a console here, right?

Investigating O91


Hmm, let's see...It says "The Oracle Project".
"Name: Charlotte Wiltshire
Unit:O91"
"Status:
Brain activity: GREEN
Vitals activity: GREEN
Lung oxygen: GREEN--"
Seems like it.
They're probably keeping her alive for the sake of TV World. It's a universe of her mind after all.
If she were to escape or die it'd ruin their show, so they weakened her body and keep her mind on suppressants.
Ironically, it's the magcat infestation that got these scientists in the end.
What? I didn't hear you.
It's the entertainment industry, miss Eyler.
You just need to accept it.
(Man, people from 2F are so difficult...)
Is that so? Then...
What do you suggest, miss Eyler? Kill her?
Then, transfer her brain into a new vessel, completely wiping her memory and therefore killing her as a person?
Then, the only right answer is: "Let's go home!"
You can't.
There's nothing you can do.
Let's leave the simulation, miss Eyler.
Your miss Wiltshire isn't here.
...
Perhaps...that's how it should be.

Leaving TV World[]

Florence exits the capsule

Gh...ouch...
You worry too much, miss.
I'm alright.
Ah. Well. This capsule was advertised as a detox spa, right?
Looks like the soap effects wore off.
Let me explain.
We workers have regular soap intakes as a must.
It affects us in a way where we become restless and hyperactive, alarmingly so.
Also, it lowers our intellectual abilities and inhibits analytical thinking processes.
Otherwise we wouldn't be able to work 20-hour shifts with such vigor.
Nobody would.
Not after what we went through before our life here.
Yeah.
Imagine living in a box with no control over your life.
The lights go on and off.
Sometimes you get food. Sometimes you don't. Sometimes the food's poisoned.
On purpose, of course.
It was like that for Ben, too.
No wonder he wants to forget.
Thankfully, they didn't use us for breeding, but...there was a department for that, too.
Lecter was there.
A co-worker of mine. You don't want to know him.
Most of the workers have severe PTSD.
Except the androids. They have it easy.
That's why soap is the best thing that happened to us.
We can just happily move forward and do errands without thinking too much.
I'm trying to keep the dose in check, but Bennett is a total soap junkie.
Yes, yes. Don't mind me.
Let's leave.