He can probably give her the short version of the story.
"I come from an underground society of Octolings and when I was 14 that society collapsed. Thousands of us left for the surface to look for a better life. A company from the Old World, Kamabo Co, set a trap to catch us as we fled. The AI that ran it figured out he could chemically treat blended Octoling bodies to scrub us clean of...everything. Our memories, our hopes, our fears, our desires...everything. He called it Sanitation. Recently, my friend Marina figured out a way to help those who were Sanitized: by uploading someone's consciousness and their separated memories into virtual reality, they can...merge them somehow? I don't know, that sort of tech stuff goes over my head."
He leans his full weight against the wall, arms folded against the rainy day chill.
"I was the first test subject. I had the helmet on, I heard Marina say she was starting the program and...then I woke up in that scrap yard with those masked men offering me that bike." He huffs a shaky sigh.
"Funny how much this feels like the exact same trap as back then."
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He can probably give her the short version of the story.
"I come from an underground society of Octolings and when I was 14 that society collapsed. Thousands of us left for the surface to look for a better life. A company from the Old World, Kamabo Co, set a trap to catch us as we fled. The AI that ran it figured out he could chemically treat blended Octoling bodies to scrub us clean of...everything. Our memories, our hopes, our fears, our desires...everything. He called it Sanitation. Recently, my friend Marina figured out a way to help those who were Sanitized: by uploading someone's consciousness and their separated memories into virtual reality, they can...merge them somehow? I don't know, that sort of tech stuff goes over my head."
He leans his full weight against the wall, arms folded against the rainy day chill.
"I was the first test subject. I had the helmet on, I heard Marina say she was starting the program and...then I woke up in that scrap yard with those masked men offering me that bike." He huffs a shaky sigh.
"Funny how much this feels like the exact same trap as back then."