DREAM SEAFORT DOLORES DEI - 766
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Dolores Dei: Dolores Dei -- the innocence of humanism, internationalism, and the welfare state -- turns around to face you. She has an airship bag in her hand. She seems to be in a hurry.
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You: "I like this."
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Dolores Dei: "Oh, yes. This is real darkness. It's not death, or war, or child molestation. Real darkness has love for a face. The first death is in the heart, Harry."
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Suggestion: With your feet trembling from the steps you took -- tepid and fearful -- you stand against her; her body close to you, radiating warmth. With your eyes closed you move your lips on her mouth.
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Suggestion: Your feet still tremble from the steps you took -- as if over an enormous distance -- standing against her; her body close to you, radiating warmth. With your eyes closed you move your lips on her mouth.
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Dolores Dei: "I don’t... I don’t know what to say. I’m tired."
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You: "You broke me. But I rebuilt myself. With fascism."
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You: "Look at my face. Can you not see how *hard* I am?" (Point to your diamond hard fascist face.)
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Rhetoric: Like she’s heard it before. A million times.
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Dolores Dei: "It’s about taking care of yourself. Life is not a competition."
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nofullname
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You: "Dora, is that you?"
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You: No. It can't be that. She's Dolores Dei, the innocence of humanism.
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leavingleavinghub
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You: (It's all I have left.) "Please..."
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You: Wait, yes! I have *other questions* first. Where's the list?
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Dolores Dei: "This is just a wreath. The Crown of Immortality is made of rarefied light, manna, and raw palladium. It was passed on to me by the rulers of late antiquity..."
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Dolores Dei: She looks at the suitcase, not knowing what more to say, then over her shoulder.
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Jump to: [heyhub]
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heyhub
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You: "I'm in my head. I miss you."
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Dolores Dei: "Well, I'm in my head too. We're all in our heads."
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Encyclopedia: Yes, if you scare her off you will never *glean* all the historic knowledge...
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Jump to: [earlyhub]
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Jump to: [Dolores Dei: ""Don't say that... I know this *pos..."]
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Dolores Dei: "Don't say that... I know this *positive* thing sounds stupid to you, Harry, but it works. We all have an obligation to be happy. You too. And you *will* be. Now..." She looks over her shoulder...
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Jump to: [earlyhub]
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earlyhub
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You: I want to go!
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Dolores Dei: Where? There's water all around. She turns her face and it's illuminated by the sign of the video rental... Red and cyan...
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gettingoveritwithbennettfoddy
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You: "Maybe. I think I've reached the end of the investigation."
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You: "You're right. I don't even remember who you are anymore! Ha-ha!"
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You: "Good for me where? In FUCKING HELL?!"
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You: "I'm not getting over it *at all*!"
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Dolores Dei: "See?" Her eyes widen. "It just takes some time. For you, I think it will take something like... twenty years maybe? It was hard for me too. I used to think I couldn't *live* without you..." She looks you straight in the eye -- her irises are light blue, flecked with green.
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Jump to: [Dolores Dei: ""But -- I can.""]
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Dolores Dei: She does not seem relieved at all. Glances over her shoulder, then at you... the neon sign of the video rental glows behind her...
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Jump to: [dolores main]
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You: "Good. I think I feel a heart attack coming."
"Good. I think I feel another heart attack coming."
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Dolores Dei: "Then why are we doing this?" The advisor to the queen of Suresne sighs and looks down -- at the crumbling asphalt.
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Jump to: [dolooooooores]
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You: "You know what is *impolite?* Consigning a lieutenant detective of the Revachol Citizen's Militia to ETERNAL DAMNATION."
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Dolores Dei: "I am impolite with you, Harry, because you are the past. Me and those friends will have good times, together, in the future..." The evening wind blows in, the gown wraps around her like a white flag. She says:
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Dolores Dei: "I will," she says. The evening wind blows in and the gown wraps around her like a white flag.
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Electrochemistry: A thousand times, you beaten animal. A thousand times you've raised that fabric. What is underneath has always calmed you, centred you. Made you sane.
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Dolores Dei: "You don't have to hate the world." She looks around her, at the evening light. "Can't you see how kind and beautiful everything is? I don't have time to deal with your pessimism -- there are so many people at the stop at this hour. They're all going to the aerodrome."
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apeseverywhere
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Dolores Dei: "No, Harry." She shakes her head.
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You: "We were married. You wrote me the letter I threw away..."
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Reaction Speed: Okay. Sorry. I was naive. Stop listening to me. Forever.
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whatelseisthere
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Jump to: [dolores main]
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dolores main
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Dolores Dei: "I didn't *ask* for things. It's too late to give me anything. I would have liked these things, a long time ago -- the Headless FALN Rider especially..."
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Dolores Dei: "I didn't *ask* for things. It's too late to give me anything. I would have liked the Headless FALN Rider -- back then..."
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Pain Threshold: Yeah. Put a stake through your heart. She'll get hurt too -- collateral damage.
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Untitled hub (02)
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Dolores Dei: "Please, Harry, I just don't have time for this."
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You: (Take out the letter and read.) "Every morning, when I step out and you're asleep behind me, I find a LITTLE PIECE OF SADNESS in me. I carry it in my chest down Voyager road."
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You: "You know what I mean. You left me a letter saying you will always come back to me. That you can't believe how happy you are with me." (Summarize.)
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letter end hub
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You: "Voyager Road -- I know that place. Where is it?"
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You: "A ticket stub..."
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You: "Can't you turn back to the person you were? I can see her in you. Under the gown and that wreath.."
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You: "What now? What happens now? What is the next thing we talk about?" (Conclude.)
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You: "Where is this Voyager Road?"
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You: "I was... cool?"
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You: "There was a bow collector. A light rail. Street car number..."
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You: "Can't you turn back to the person you were? Can't you think I'm cool again?"
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Dolores Dei: "It's here, Harry." She looks around. "We are *on* Voyager Road. At the end of it -- three hundred metres from the stop. We used to come here to rent videos."
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Dolores Dei: "Yes. Let's talk about that too." She nods. "Let's bring it up -- the zoo. In Le Jardin. The day we went east of the river. To the aquarium first... I was sad about my mother. I don't even know why. The shimmer of the fish tank on my face, the octopuses..."
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Electrochemistry: You would be right to drown this shit in alcohol. Drown it... until your neurons depolarize. Until it's gone, melted.
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Jump to: [letter end hub]
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Rhetoric: It wouldn't be a cheap rental this time...
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You: "I can afford a better place this time. We can try again -- this time with money. I can *win* now."
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Dolores Dei: "No. It's too late. I found someone for whom I feel the same love I did for you. Only this time -- he is more careful, he will not lose me. It will go somewhere. It will grow..."
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You: "You're right. I'm sorry. You're soft and good, not a mass murderer."
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Dolores Dei: "I'm not that either... Can't I just *be*?"
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Dolores Dei: The delicate wreath on her forehead, pressing into your temple. The silver is cold from the spring evening air.
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Jump to: [embarrasingsmooches]
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You: "It's his, the man I heard on the phone?"
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Dolores Dei: "Yes. He did it." She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes...
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You: Swallow.
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Dolores Dei: "You know what this means."
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Dolores Dei: "I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? Poverty-stricken fuck."
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Dolores Dei: "Now, go ahead..." She wipes her palms into the silk of her gown. "...ask me more questions. Let's talk about *something else*."
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Dolores Dei: "Of course not." She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes...
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Suggestion: Yes! Somewhere hidden among the options popping up in your nervous system... is the *right* one. That will make her love you again, and not go to the aerodrome at all!
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Jump to: [dolores main]
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You: "Okay, I understand." (Nod silently, like a martyr.)
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Dolores Dei: "No, you don't. You're just being a martyr. And I'm really going now. The time is up. I must be on the 10:20 flight..." She turns.
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Perception (Smell): An apricot scented ghost wafts out of her -- her skin, the fabric -- into the flow of the air around you.
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Shivers: All the roads will miss her footsteps when she's gone from here.
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Rhetoric: Hear that? That's the sound of meaninglessness. Meaning, ideas, theory -- all that has evaporated. Now there is only dry silence -- the sound of a mind made up. Just like four billion others. I am so sorry.
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Jump to: [dolores main]
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You: "Your skin is holy and soft."
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Dolores Dei: "No, Harry." She shakes her head. "It's just regular skin. I'm not as beautiful as you always thought I was. Let's not get into..."
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Dolores Dei: "Oh, this?" She corrects the wreath on her forehead.
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Dolores Dei: "Wow, see? The entire case..." She smiles. It's another sad smile, with knitted brows.
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Drama: She is trying to muster enthusiasm.
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Logic: Win her *back*? How does that fit in here? And what is the holy suzerain doing here anyway?
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You: "Yes. Let's not. I'm sorry I said that."
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You: "You are. None of the others are as beautiful as you."
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Dolores Dei: "Sometimes... Not as often as I used to. So much time has passed. More than it seems here..." She stares at her feet -- the zebra stripes on the intersection. The lights of the video rental glow in her hair.
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Inland Empire: This is everything I always warned you about.
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Dolores Dei: "We don't have anything to talk about anymore. Every combination of words has been played out. The atoms don't form us anymore: us, our love, our unborn daughters..."
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Dolores Dei: "It's all gone. I have to go to the aerodrome. I have to leave Revachol and you. And you have to be alone -- in hell, forever. That's just the way it is."
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You: "I've heard you before. You're the voice on the phone."
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Dolores Dei: "Oh, Harry. You shouldn't have done that..." She shakes her head very slowly, her white hair brushing her shoulders.
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You: "All the stars burn in absolute silence. Have you ever realized?"
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You: No. It's stupid. No, no, no. No, I don't want to say those STUPID THINGS!
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Conceptualization: Silence. A distant wind blows. You can't think of anything pretty to say.
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You: "You're my wife."
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Dolores Dei: "But -- I can."
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Empathy: She keeps her shoulders squared and her back straight but it's clear you're still making her sad.
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You: "Okay. I have *other questions* for you now."
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Jump to: [Dolores Dei: ""I can't answer your *other questio..."]
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You: "But I like my lists."
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Variable["seafort.dolores_tree_not_list"]
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Dolores Dei: "Great," she nods. "It's the abyss of the void. Soon it will be 'the gloaming'; then it will be the 'world-ending'... My friends are waiting for me on the platform, Harry. It's impolite to..."
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Authority: WHAT?!
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Jump to: [dolooooooores]
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dolooooooores
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You: "Maybe this revolutionary figurine then?" (Show it to her.) "Maybe you can take this revolutionary figurine? It's got a little musket."
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Dolores Dei: "No. Please. Please don't give me anything."
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Dolores Dei: "... but now, only boring hell remains." Her crown-of-hair is aglow with the red of the neon on the corner. Like this, she tramples her feet for warmth. It's getting *really* cold outside.
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You: Shut up, I'm talking to her.
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Inland Empire: That's the problem. Look at what's pouring out of you...
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Dolores Dei: "Voyager Road 21A." She nods sadly. "It was so long ago. It was a million years ago, Harry. No -- a hundred million years ago. I loved you more than you will ever know. I loved you more than anyone has ever loved *anyone*."
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Dolores Dei: "But it is gone now. Nothing came of it. No children, nothing built. We live in the coldest of all possible worlds, Harry, orbiting the most distant star. It is agony, sheer agony..." She shakes her head slowly: "How *bad* I have to go to the aerodrome."
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Dolores Dei: "A street called Voyager Road." She smiles, sadly. "It was a million years ago, Harry. No -- it was a *hundred million* years ago. We were so, so young then. I loved you more than you will ever know. I loved you more than anyone has ever loved *anyone*."
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You: "I get it. I get it, you have to go to the aerodrome!"
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You: "I'll let you go there once you answer *all* my questions."
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You: "Would you fucking stop it with the aerodrome already!"
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Dolores Dei: "Don't think like that, Harry..." She smiles.
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Empathy: She's really sorry she made you think like that about her beloved aerodrome.
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You: "I know. You would have called me yourself, if I just let you. I was too impatient."
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Dolores Dei: "Oh, Harry? Do you really think so? We haven't talked in *years*... I don't want to call you. I don't want to hear from you. I think of you less and less every year, weeks go by without me remembering you..."
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Dolores Dei: "Months already. Soon it will be years without the hurt. I sit there in Mirova -- in the holy gratitude of my bliss -- I put my hand on my belly and *smile...*
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Dolores Dei: The air gets cold around you. She looks down on her stomach, then up at you. Her eyes are full of tremendous distance and mystery.
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Dolores Dei: "Yes, Harry, it's me." She sighs.
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Untitled hub
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You: "No, I'm not happy."
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You: "There's more: kisses-kisses-kisses."
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You: "It's a good thing I'm *already* passed out and bleeding this time. Otherwise I'd pass out *again*."
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You: "Being a police detective, I have performed a handwriting analysis on this, so I *know* it was you."
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jumpituphub
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Dolores Dei: "... it was *a hundred million years ago*. I was someone else then -- filled to the brim with love for you. Hanging on your every word. Oh Harry, you were the *coolest*... But I am no longer that person. This..." She points to herself. "... has taken her place. It will devour you. Harry -- I will eat your mind."
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Dolores Dei: "It was just a day then, but to think! Were we there now, you could touch my hair, kiss me. Talk to me about anything; go..." She shakes her head. "...virtually *anywhere* in the world. Not like now -- now our interactions are limited to *pain and regret*."
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Logic: That's sharp. And precise.
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You: "No, this is very funny. Ha-ha-ha."
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Dolores Dei: "Stop laughing like that, please. It's *scary*."
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Dolores Dei: "No human being should still remember the position of atoms such... aeons ago. It must feel unnaturally sad -- a sadness so ancient, it is shared even by archaebacteria."
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Jump to: [letter end hub]
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You: I feel her breath...
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Dolores Dei: Her chest rising like a pillow, warm exhalations against the side of your mouth -- her tender soul moving through her lungs.
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Suggestion: Brother, you should put me in front of a firing squad. I have no words for how I failed you.
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kiss aftermatrh hub
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Dolores Dei: She shakes her head one more time. The evening wind rustles her hair, blowing old newspapers and fast food wrappings down the street...
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Jump to: [kiss aftermatrh hub]
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Dolores Dei: "See you tomorrow."
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Dolores Dei: "See you tomorrow."
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Dolores Dei: She tried not to look at you -- when she withdrew and you held on to your hand. She tried not to look at your face and see the expression there.
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You: Cinematics END
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Variable["seafort.orb_dream_kim_was_present"]
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You: "How can that be?"
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Dolores Dei: "Oh, Harry, this is a dream, can't you see? I'm already in Mirova by now. Who knows how long ago this happened?" She looks around. "A year, two, *five* years ago?"
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You: "You don't know what I found! There are these beautiful things that can happen. Mysterious -- below matter, even."
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Dolores Dei: "There was a time I would have loved to hear about them. I would have hung on every word. I would have made you feel smart, just, hopeful. But now is not that time. Now we are in hell and in hell there is only the aerodrome. And boring disagreement."
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You: "Wrong. It *is* a competition. And I’m going to win."
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You: "You're right. It's all fucking shit."
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You: "You have a new guy, right? He's fucking *poor* compared to me. I'm gonna INCINERATE him. I have more money than any human being should have. It's SCARY how rich I am. I’m richer than GOD!"
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Dolores Dei: "Yes. Okay. I'm glad."
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You: "You're right. I'm not normal. I'm shit."
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You: "I mean: I'm a moralist. The other moralists almost took me away on their airship! I'm not a broken, insane man who can't live without you. I know I made mistakes. And I've taken *full responsibility* for all of them. So you can live with me again if you want to. I'm better now."
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You: "Where are you going?"
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Dolores Dei: "I'm going to Mirova. To live there -- in Graad. It's one million kilometres away, Harry. Might as well be another lifetime."
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You: "Crown of Immortality? Aren't you already wearing one?"
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Encyclopedia: Let her *go?* This is the holy queen of the territories of Mundi and Insulinde! Think of the historic knowledge we could glean! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity -- to win her back!
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You: "Something is off."
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Dolores Dei: "I'm sorry. I was heading to the aerodrome, I just don't have time to..." She stops mid sentence, glances to her right. Then looks at her bag.
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Jump to: [earlyhub]
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Jump to: [earlyhub]
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Dolores Dei: "I don't know what you mean, Dolores Dei?" She looks at you quizzically. It does not seem like a mystery she wants to get into.
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Dolores Dei: "See?" Her eyes widen. "It just takes some time. For you, it will take something like... twenty years maybe? It was hard for me too. I used to think I couldn't *live* without you..." She looks you straight in the eye -- her irises are light blue, flecked with green.
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Volition: Stop, you're only making it worse for him -- you never help with *anything*.
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Volition: Are you *stupid*?
560
Rhetoric: She's about to say something. Here it comes. She's starting to *love* him again.
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Volition: See?! She isn't saying anything!
481
Rhetoric: I don't understand. It was... she herself said...
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Variable["seafort.dolores_volition_stop_it"]
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Variable["seafort.dolores_volition_stop_it"]
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Dolores Dei: "Of course, you're a visionary entrepreneur, and I'm a *social democrat* -- because I don't want to keep hurting you..." She looks away from you.
742
You: "Okay, I won't ask any more."
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You: "What went wrong when we tried again? I can do it better." (Proceed.)
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You: "I don't have lists." (Lie.)
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Dolores Dei: "This is another list, isn't it?"
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Untitled hub (05)
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You: "Yes, but it's not possible to talk without lists."
"Yes, but it's not possible to talk without trees."
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You: "Lists are absolutely normal. Everyone has them. You just list everything you want to ask."
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You: "No" (Lie.)
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Dolores Dei: "You know what I mean..."
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You: "Okay, I'll throw the necktie away! It's stopped saying things anyway."
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You: "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a cop. It's not easy work."
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a cop. It's not easy work, like some kind of Academy or something."
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You: (Nod.) "Yes. I *may* know what you mean."
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You: "It was just a necktie. It's over anyway."
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You: "Everyone gets a little down."
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Dolores Dei: "What do you mean stopped saying things?"
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Dolores Dei: "Oh my god, Harry! Stop. I don't want to hear anything about *the mourning*, mourning someone who's still alive -- *any of that*!"
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Dolores Dei: "I can't do that anymore. I'm not eighty years old, I'm thirty two. People my age are not supposed to mourn..." She breathes out, it sounds more angry than a sigh.
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Dolores Dei: "I don't know what that *means*..." She sighs with frustration. "My friends are waiting for me on the platform. I can't let them wait -- it's impolite."
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Conceptualization: In your mind you could still climb inside her bed. Still the only man...
165
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
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Dolores Dei: "Not married. We were *engaged* then, living in a little house on the outskirts of Central Jamrock, past the lake that formed when a mainline pipe burst in the early Twenties. At the end of a street called..."
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Reaction Speed: Yes.
414
Suggestion: It was a good idea. But she felt obliged by the Headless FALN Rider -- to give you things in return. Things she no longer wants to give you. So she refused. That's how it goes -- your figurine rider idea was *naive*.
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Dolores Dei: "Harry, I don't want things. I want to go to the aerodrome."
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Jump to: [whatelseisthere]
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Empathy: The weight is you and your hate.
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Dolores Dei: "Call me like that..."
204
Suggestion: You ruined it. There was still a chance. You should have waited longer -- she would have called *you* instead!
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You: "It doesn't say anything anymore. I think there was something I had to do with it. But I didn't. And now it's dead."
162
Dolores Dei: "It's not about some tie, Harry! You've worked there for so long you can't even talk like a normal person anymore! It's always lists with you. *Questions*."
130->162
576
Dolores Dei: She sighs in frustration. "Then why are you *doing* this?"
131->576
132
Logic: Why? There is still a way to win her back, you know. All you need to do is *analyze*.
132->173
133
Dolores Dei: "There." She points across the water, into the darkness. "You could not pay the electrical bill. It became a lightless tomb. The years you spent training for the militia, my parents' money... It was not good."
707
IsTHCPresent("the_waste_land_of_reality")
133->707
134
Rhetoric: You're a better man now. With a rank, in a powerful, armed organization.
432
Variable["seafort.dolores_apartment_fascist"]
134->432
135
Volition: You are right.
855
Jump to: [letter end hub]
135->855
136
You: "War criminal!"
"Mass murderer!"
624
Variable["church.noid_dolores_the_mass_murderer"]
136->624
137
Empathy: You won't do any of that. You can barely make her cry.
820
Electrochemistry: A warm gust wraps her gown around her waist and between her thighs.
137->820
138
Dolores Dei: The moment is ending. She is going to move her face away from yours...
179
Dolores Dei: ...trying hard not to look at you. When she withdrew and you held on to her hand she tried not to look at your face and see the expression there.
138->179
139
You: But I succeeded...
It failed...
249
Suggestion: This was not about failure or success. This was always going to be horror. I should not have suggested it, and you should not have listened to me.
139->249
382
embarrasingsmooches
140->382
141
You: Say nothing, stand there like a useless dildo.
141->92
142
Jump to: [dolores main]
142->158
143
Dolores Dei: "Please, Harry..." The gown moves on her limbs, like water. "I don't understand what you're saying. You're pitiful and frightening, a smoky apparition of its former self."
863
Jump to: [dolores main]
143->863
145
Variable["seafort.orb_dream_kim_was_present"]
144->145
146
!(Variable["seafort.orb_dream_kim_was_present"])
144->146
145->93
253
Variable["seafort.orb_dream_cuno_was_present"]
146->253
147
Rhetoric: You told her you loved her. She has to feel *something*.
610
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
147->610
148
Volition: More questions. Ask more.
817
Jump to: [dolores main]
148->817
149
IsHighestPolitical("revacholian_nationhood")
150
IsHighestPolitical("revacholian_nationhood")
149->150
151
!(IsHighestPolitical("revacholian_nationhood"))
149->151
150->134
471
Rhetoric: You're a better man now. More level-headed. More *normal*.
151->471
152
Dolores Dei: "No, it’s not... I’m glad you’re finally taking care of yourself financially. I really am, but you need to do it for yourself. Not me. I don’t need it. I need to *run-run-run* to the aerodrome!"
788
Savoir Faire: You failed. This failed. The hostile takeover. The dawn raid. Paper made out of broken, twisted trees... You're just insane, insane and gone. Even six billion won't fix you if she’s not there.
152->788
153
Jump to: [earlyhub]
153->597
154
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_ency_historic"]
155
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_ency_historic"]
154->155
156
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_ency_historic"])
154->156
155->13
156->685
157
You: God damn it, everything was fine already...
832
Dolores Dei: The light from the video rental casts shadows on the ground. She turns her face and it's illuminated by it. Red and cyan...
157->832
158->136
231
You: "But... that's not a very good way for things to be."
158->231
358
You: "What do you mean by insane?"
158->358
511
You: "You're not even human."
158->511
544
You: "I've taken responsibility for my actions now. I'm a new man. Weighty and normal."
158->544
554
You: "I bought you this figurine of a Headless FALN Rider!" (Give it to her.)
158->554
673
You: "What happens now?"
158->673
674
You: "By the way, I’m making *mad paper* now. My net worth is insane."
158->674
726
You: "I've been reading books. I've got lots of new ideas about ideology and capital."
158->726
727
You: "I know you still love me." (Kiss her.)
158->727
731
You: "I have become an unbreakable kingsman."
158->731
739
You: "I get the feeling you're not really Dolores Dei."
158->739
795
You: "But you said I have a vast soul and you will always come back to it."
158->795
796
You: "Don't go..."
158->796
159
You: "Okay then. Super okay. I still have other things I need to know." (Withdraw.)
483
Dolores Dei: "What *other things*?" She shakes her head. "We've been through *all* the things, Harry..."
159->483
160
You: "Let's be the last sane people in the world -- but only twice. If it doesn't work, let's lose our minds and let it all sink into the pale!"
318
Dolores Dei: "Yes. Of course. You've got everything under control and I'm hysterical because I don't want to keep hurting you..." She looks away from you.
160->318
161
Dolores Dei: "It's not just the lists..." She corrects the wreath on her head, with her hands trembling now. "You get sad, Harry. *Too* sad. People can't get that sad. It's impossible to watch..."
197
Dolores Dei: "Other people get sad too, but not like you. You stay down for years, and then you start beating things... You get violent."
161->197
451
Dolores Dei: "Other people get sad too, but not like you, you stay down for too long. You only communicated with *encyclopaedic trivia*... I was so alone."
161->451
746
Dolores Dei: "Other people get sad too, but not like you, you stay down for too long. Until you start giving your thoughts *names* and talking to things..."
161->746
839
Dolores Dei: "Other people get sad too, but not like you, you stay down for too long -- and if you're not down, you're up, running around asking questions. Millions of questions..."
161->839
195
Reaction Speed: Questions? Did someone say questions?
162->195
163
You: "It's probably better that you don't."
748
Dolores Dei: "Yes. It really, *really* is better that I don't."
163->748
164
You: "I should have gone even deeper, to a place where I never met you. Because it's impossible to meet people in the ABYSS OF THE VOID!"
164->73
165->797
166
Dolores Dei: "I don't want it..." She doesn't take it. "It looks expensive. I don't want it."
167
You: "I thought you liked figurines. I thought the figurines were for getting you back."
166->167
607
You: "Okay."
166->607
282
Dolores Dei: "That's not what the figurines do, Harry."
167->282
168
Reaction Speed: The figurines... don't do *anything*? Anything at all? But I thought... the historic figure... she had...
321
Variable["seafort.dolores_reaction_figurines_do_nothing"]
168->321
808
You: "Do what?"
169->808
170
You: "You're the symbol of pain."
372
Dolores Dei: "Great. Now I'm the *symbol of pain*." The smile immediately disappears from her face. The air remains just as cold.
170->372
375
Dolores Dei: "Very well," she sighs. "I wrote it. It was morning, you slept. There was hoarfrost on the ground when I left. On Voyager Road. It was autumn, the first autumn. But Harry, please understand -- it was a million years ago. No..."
171->375
172
Dolores Dei: "We will always have what was." She leans on her hand luggage and smiles faintly: "I will always be *influenced* by it. But it is over. Now only total, unrelenting hell remains."
376
Jump to: [dolores main]
172->376
173->35
216
Dolores Dei: "And my Crown of Immortality? No." She shakes her head. "You scared her out of me. With your crying, your..." She stops. "The awful time we wound up having. In the cheap rental flats you could afford..."
174->216
175
You: "Cheap flats... So the rich man took you from me."
337
Dolores Dei: "Yes. I have found someone. For whom I can feel the same -- a copy of my love for you, only this time he is careful and rich. He will not lose me. It will go somewhere. It will grow..."
175->337
176
You: "Yes. You are the least funny part about me."
423
Dolores Dei: "I hate being that. I don't want to be anything for you. I hope the decades it takes for you to get over me have already passed."
176->423
177
You: Her cheek against mine...
581
Dolores Dei: ...feels like soft fuzz, a bird covered in down feathers. Brushing against your broken capillaries.
177->581
178
Reaction Speed: The phasmid queen! Quick!
627
humannothuman
178->627
179->91
180
Dolores Dei: "Light, life, *culture*... It's so much better than here. Everything here reminds me of you, and the horrible times we had. The nights we stayed up fighting for our dying love."
469
Dolores Dei: "I have to wipe it all off me -- and be clean again. I want to be a good person again, not this. Not what you made me into."
180->469
181
Suggestion: With your feet trembling from the steps you took -- trepid and fearful -- you stand against her; her body close to you, radiating warmth. With your eyes closed you move your lips on her mouth.
867
You: Cinematics END KISS
181->867
182
You: "How will I see you *again* then?"
779
Dolores Dei: "Right here. Tomorrow night. Once this dream starts happening it keeps happening -- three times a week. At least. And Harry, it really, really looks like it's started *happening* again. There's the video rental..."
182->779
183
Variable["seafort.dolores_volition_drinking"]
184
Variable["seafort.dolores_volition_drinking"]
183->184
185
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_volition_drinking"])
183->185
623
You: "Was I... were *we* drinking?"
184->623
710
You: No, that's not it. It's super easy to quit drinking. And it has no effect on human relations of this kind.
184->710
185->855
186
You: "I solved the entire case of the hanged man."
186->56
187
You: "You don't have time to tend to my emotions?"
551
Dolores Dei: She sighs and looks over her shoulder.
187->551
189
You: "Do you miss me there?"
188->189
793
You: "Okay. I'll go back into mine then."
188->793
189->61
190
Pain Threshold: Desperation is gearing up.
190->107
191
Dolores Dei: There is a silence. She looks at you, then over her shoulder. Then corrects the wreath on the dome of her forehead.
499
Physical Instrument: As you talk it feels like chewing on gravel, granite, steel bars...
191->499
192
You: "Why? Why can't we be together?"
314
Dolores Dei: "Harry, we can't be together because you're insane." Her eyes turn to sorrowful ovals.
192->314
193
Jump to: [dolores main]
193->158
194
You: "I'm not insane. Don't say that."
692
Dolores Dei: They're turning moist now, her eyes. She slowly shakes her head and tries to get a hold of herself, brushing her hands in her gown...
194->692
195->117
693
You: "Let's talk about something else."
195->693
744
You: "They're not lists. They're *trees*."
195->744
196->276
198
Dolores Dei: "In conclusion -- you're ill. You're an old, insane man. And you have to be in hell until the end of your life. And I have to go to Mirova."
197->198
840
Jump to: [dolores main]
198->840
199
You: "What about dice? I had some custom dice made in this place... a Doomed Commercial Area..."
199->126
200
Shivers: It opens up in front of you, with cracked asphalt, and maple leaves brushing your feet. Halos of street lights hang above you, hunched shadows carry grocery bags home. The lights are on -- in the little match box on the corner.
845
voyagergerger
200->845
201
Dolores Dei: "I really, really, *really* have to go there. No human being in the history of the world has ever had to go to the *aerodrome* as much as I have to go there now. You see, Harry..."
519
Dolores Dei: "I have to go there even more than I used to love you. And *that's* saying something." She looks at her travel bag.
201->519
202
Dolores Dei: "See?" She smiles -- as if a weight is lifted off her shoulders.
202->128
203
Perception (Sight): A tiny golden watch with red straps... around her bony little wrist.
847
Jump to: [dolores main]
203->847
204->82
369
You: "It wasn't me. It was my hand." (Raise your right hand.) "My fingers called you."
204->369
848
You: "Let's talk about SOMETHING ELSE."
204->848
205
You: "Your name..."
206
You: Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_dora_name"]
205->206
207
Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_dora_name"]
206->207
208
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_dora_name"])
206->208
700
Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_dora_name"]
207->700
208->700
209
You: Dora is short for Dolores...
776
Variable["tc.name_full_harrier"]
209->776
210
Rhetoric: You need to recite it to her. For effect. All of it. No summaries.
210->31
211
You: "You, you. Every step I take will get LIGHTER. It almost makes me RUN. Sometimes I do. I can't believe I met you, I can't believe the happiness I feel with you. You have a vast, vast soul and I will always ALWAYS, ALWAYS come back to it."
374
Dolores Dei: "Okay, stop. Yes," she surrenders. "Are you happy now?"
211->374
245
Perception (Sight): The light of the video rental shines through her dress now. A Dolorian figure, cut in black, moves below. It's still her. Her legs, her breasts, her hips...
212->245
767
Dolores Dei: "Is there really anything left? If not, we can always repeat one of the things we have already talked about. Talk about it *again*..." She looks over her shoulder. "If you do not to feel like doing that, you should let me go the aerodrome."
213->767
214
Dolores Dei: "The first -- and worst -- time I fell in love. I will always have that with me. It's a fact. But that is all it is. It's like a ticket stub, Harry. It doesn't *do* anything anymore."
214->39
215
Dolores Dei: "No. You scared it out of me. With your crying. Your hysteric..." She stops. "The awful time we wound up having. In the cheap rental flats you could afford..."
294
Dolores Dei: "Can't you see -- I can never think you're cool again. I can only think that way about *new* people."
215->294
216->294
217
Dolores Dei: She smiles mysteriously, looking east. Then turns her gaze back to you. The smile is gone.
463
Jump to: [letter end hub]
217->463
218
Dolores Dei: "Forty-two," she nods sadly. "That is the light rail that took me to Couron, to school and work. Every morning... it's the same stop I met you at, Harry. A hundred thousand million years ago..."
218->89
219
Inland Empire: Then it's you. *You* will make her lungs glow. Your pain is NOT meaningless.
665
Conceptualization: She will -- once you have erected the TEMPLE OF LIGHT.
219->665
220
Perception (Hearing): It's not. It's not that yet. It's another, you have plenty of time to win her over with *questions* and kisses...
771
Jump to: [dolores main]
220->771
221
Dolores Dei: Her hand does not return the grip. Her body is rigid. A current of unease courses through it.
582
Interfacing: Distrust. For you. The curve of her spine, her shoulders hunched. She keeps herself stiff, her centre guarded from your motions, unresponsive to your guidance.
221->582
222
You: "I forgive you that you're pregnant. I can deal with it. Just..."
498
Dolores Dei: "Oh, Harry... I don't need you to forgive. It's a *good* thing for me." She smiles. "It's good news, why aren't you smiling more?"
222->498
223
Dolores Dei: "I *have* to, Harry. Really, I've already missed the 8:30..." Her fingers wrap around the bag handle. "I'm gonna go now..."
821
Authority: You have sworn a holy oath Harry. She herself begged you to not let her go.
223->821
224->158
225
Dolores Dei: "No. That would only be painful and dull. At the aerodrome -- life, love, and laughter are waiting for me. At the cafeteria -- dust, hell, and tragicomedy."
864
Jump to: [thegoingsaway]
225->864
226
You: "I want to go back to the completely different world. The see-through world with you."
226->143
227
Dolores Dei: "Good. That’s... very nice." She doesn’t sound appropriately impressed.
437
You: "There is a way back. To the kingdom of beauty. Of *us*. We need to go live in the pale, sweet love. Come, be trapped in amber with me! Forever!"
227->437
227->472
505
You: "You're right, it isn't nice. It's shit and I should kill myself."
227->505
675
You: "You're not impressed?"
227->675
227->825
228
You: Say nothing.
637
Dolores Dei: She breathes out, impatiently.
228->637
229
howareyoudoing
229->12
229->186
230
You: "I'm not doing very well."
229->230
636
You: "I'm dying. In a ruined flak tower. Blood is dripping down my chest..."
"I'm dying. In a ruined flak tower. Blood is dripping down my chest... I've had several heart attacks."
"I'm dying. In a ruined flak tower. Blood is dripping down my chest... I've had a heart attack."
229->636
679
You: "I discovered a new species."
229->679
230->14
232
Dolores Dei: "It's not, but..." She looks at her feet. Little golden sandals cover her toes.
231->232
444
You: "I have some other questions for you."
232->444
447
You: "That's it?"
232->447
599
You: "But what? Tell me there's *something* good..."
232->599
233
Dolores Dei: "I don't know why I said *but*. There is no but."
233->444
233->447
234
Dolores Dei: "We were bad for each other, okay? I was bad for you. Can you not see, I'm *bad*? I had to stop, I couldn't just turn into a bad person... You *will* get better."
800
Jump to: [Dolores Dei: ""It just takes some time. For you,..."]
234->800
740
Dolores Dei: "I can't answer your *other questions*, Harry. Not anymore... I have to go."
235->740
236
Logic: Is that how it is now? We should just try all good things *twice* and then give up? By that logic...
315
Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_trying_again"]
236->315
237
Dolores Dei: "No, you *don't*. You've worked there for so long you can't even talk like a normal person anymore! It's always lists with you. *Questions*."
237->195
238
Dolores Dei: "See? *Let's talk about something else*..." She sighs.
238->118
239
Pain Threshold: This... is a bit *much* for me. It feels like your ribs are cracking around your heart.
452
Variable["seafort.dolores_painth_chest"]
239->452
240
Dolores Dei: "You're right. I *was* angry at you. But I truly am *not* anymore. My life is in a very good place..." She glances over her shoulder.
240->610
241
Shivers: Black-eyed dogs wander the alleys, apple trees hang their bony limbs low over the patchwork of roofs: red and black. Revachol West, the evening sun -- she's left and bloomed. Far away from us. Our vast soul.
654
Variable["tc.dora_is_her_name"]
241->654
242
Dolores Dei: "Oh no, no-no-no-no." She shakes her head. "We're not doing that again."
616
Variable["seafort.dolores_handeye_death_blow"]
242->616
460
Variable["seafort.dolores_painth_stake_through_heart"]
243->460
244->575
619
You: "I have it right here -- let me refresh your memory. Let's take a..." (Pause bitterly.) "...trip down memory lane." (Start reciting.)
244->619
245->35
246
You: "No, you're special. You had glowing lungs."
464
Dolores Dei: "My lungs do not *glow*, Harry. I am just like all the others. None of us have glowing lungs -- stop making me into some kind of..."
246->464
247
massmurdering
247->42
815
You: "Would you say you haven't behaved like a mass murderer -- with me?"
247->815
248
Dolores Dei: "It is -- and it's making me late for my beautiful-beautiful flight to Mirova. Far, far away from you -- and Revachol."
248->820
532
Jump to: [embarrasingsmooches]
249->532
250
Conceptualization: The world's most precious material, reserved for those she lets close enough to feel it. You are stealing a touch. It's not yours to take.
250->532
251
You: "You didn't kiss me back."
385
Dolores Dei: She breathes out, heavily, as if something painful has passed through her -- and shakes her head.
251->385
252
Dolores Dei: "Nothing -- I have to go..." Her hand wraps around the handle of the bag in her hand again: "I'm gonna go now..."
252->821
254
Variable["seafort.orb_dream_cuno_was_present"]
253->254
255
!(Variable["seafort.orb_dream_cuno_was_present"])
253->255
542
Dolores Dei: "See you tomorrow."
254->542
255->94
256
IsHighestPolitical("communist")
257
IsHighestPolitical("communist")
256->257
258
!(IsHighestPolitical("communist"))
256->258
527
Rhetoric: A cheap rental... with mold on the walls, and the tap dripping.
257->527
591
IsHighestPolitical("ultraliberal")
258->591
259
Dolores Dei: A long sigh, one millennia in the making.
545
Perception (Smell): Apricot scented chewing gum brushes your cheek.
259->545
350
Dolores Dei: "I can’t do this talk again..." She sounds like she’s going to cry -- but not in a good way.
260->350
261
Dolores Dei: "You're yelling, Harry." She stops. "I can't do this. I can't be *afraid* of your emotions anymore. I can't talk about *mad paper* or any of it. Please just let me go."
261->788
262
You: "Go. Good bye." [Leave.]
738
Dolores Dei: ...is what you want to say. But you don't. Hammers clang in the distance. Children laugh...
262->738
263
You: "'Hey'? That's all I get?" (Smile.)
476
Dolores Dei: "I mean -- hey to you too?" she says apprehensively.
263->476
264
Jump to: [earlyhub]
264->597
265->228
265->263
475
You: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bothered you."
265->475
678
You: "How are you doing?"
265->678
266
You: "I guess, yeah."
791
Dolores Dei: "Exactly, now..." She glances over her shoulder. You hear distant traffic. An airship passes overhead, dogs bark somewhere.
266->791
267
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_logic_whatever"]
268
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_logic_whatever"]
267->268
269
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_logic_whatever"])
267->269
477
Volition: *Very* off. Just let her go. Listen to me for once...
268->477
269->597
273
Dolores Dei: "It's okay." She puts no effort into making it sound as if it's actually okay.
270->273
271
Dolores Dei: She does not answer. There's that expression again.
479
Conceptualization: You have to say *something*.
271->479
794
Dolores Dei: "The poetry thing is not going to help. It's only going to make things worse. I *really* have to go... I don't even know how you got here."
272->794
273->15
274
Volition: I can't help you. I am totally useless. Everything I've said is lies. I want the exact same bad things you want. To stand here, like a pillar of salt, saying...
686
Jump to: [earlyhub]
274->686
275
Dolores Dei: "This is another one, isn't it? We're in a *tree* right now!"
275->118
277
Variable["seafort.dolores_tree_not_list"]
276->277
278
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_tree_not_list"])
276->278
409
Dolores Dei: "It's not just the lists, or trees, or whatever..." She corrects the wreath on her head, with her hands trembling now. "You get sad, Harry. *Too* sad. People can't get that sad. It's impossible to watch..."
277->409
278->161
279
Dolores Dei: "A little down? You've worked there for so long you can't even talk like a normal person anymore! It's always lists with you. *Questions*."
279->195
280
Inland Empire: We all told you. *Everyone* warned you.
284
Variable["seafort.dolores_inland_all_warned_you"]
280->284
281
Dolores Dei: She does not look back, instead eyes her fingernails. They're bitten, frayed. The evening wind blows in, the gown wraps around her like a white flag.
281->752
697
You: "But then the figurines don't do anything..."
282->697
283
Dolores Dei: She looks at the Headless FALN Rider between your fingers and doesn't know what to say.
283->168
285
Variable["seafort.dolores_inland_all_warned_you"]
284->285
286
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_inland_all_warned_you"])
284->286
285->77
320
You: Who, everyone?
285->320
416
blargle
286->416
287
Dolores Dei: "It is. Useless..." The evening wind blows in as she says the words, her gown wraps around her like a white flag.
287->752
288
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
288->797
289
Dolores Dei: "The questions will not bring those times back, Harry." She shakes her head slowly.
758
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
289->758
290
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
290->797
291
You: "That's why I think of Dolores Dei..."
615
Dolores Dei: "Why what?"
291->615
292
You: "Every step I take, it grows. Until by the time I reach the fuel station it has filled me COMPLETELY. I step on the light rail and look back, something-something, bow collector. I know it will be like this -- until I WALK BACK TO YOU..."
812
Dolores Dei: "..."
292->812
336
Dolores Dei: "It's here." She looks around. "We are *on* Voyager Road. At the end of it -- three hundred metres from the stop. We used to come here to rent videos."
293->336
294->256
295
You: "What did you mean by *grow*?"
394
Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"]
295->394
296
You: "I can still make your lungs glow, I know I can. If you only let me."
497
Dolores Dei: No answer. The arches of her brows quiver as she looks you in the eye and backs away from you...
296->497
297
You: Squeeze her wrist.
297->221
298
Dolores Dei: "*Why* did you do that to yourself? You know I don't cheat, Harry. I never cheated on you."
713
Jump to: [kiss aftermatrh hub]
298->713
861
Dolores Dei: "I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? You poverty-stricken fuck."
299->861
300
You: "No, actually, wait! I need to see my list again, I'm sorry. Where's my list? Wait!"
537
Dolores Dei: "No. Too late now. You have forgotten your list and the time is up. I am really going now. I must be on the 10:20 flight..." She turns.
300->537
301->223
302
Inland Empire: A completely different world.
342
Variable["seafort.dolores_elchem_sensual_feelz"]
302->342
304
Variable["seafort.dolores_shivers_roads_beneath"]
303->304
305
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_shivers_roads_beneath"])
303->305
304->302
305->342
306
Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"]
307
Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"]
306->307
308
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"])
306->308
307->241
371
Hand/Eye Coordination: The DEATH BLOW is coming.
308->371
309
Empathy: Total annihilation. We got annihilated, Harry. It wasn’t about responsibility at all, it was always only about you having no power at all. Over her. Yourself. Anything. That's why they didn't take you on that airship: you're insane without her.
473
Jump to: [dolores main]
309->473
310
fulldora
310->291
310->523
571
You: "Are you Dora Du Bois?"
310->571
311
Dolores Dei: "I'm doing really good, actually. Both professionally and romantically. I've come to a fulfilling and peaceful period in my life." She nods hastily. "How are you doing, Harry?"
311->229
312
Jump to: [dolores main]
312->158
313
Dolores Dei: "No, Harry, we can't."
513
You: "Why?"
313->513
565
Empathy: She avoids turning them to you...
314->565
316
Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_trying_again"]
315->316
317
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_trying_again"])
315->317
405
Volition: Not you too...
316->405
482
moreoptionsintheend
317->482
318->742
318->798
319
Dolores Dei: "A cop... You've worked there for so long you can't even talk like a normal person anymore! It's always lists with you. *Questions*."
319->195
486
Ancient Reptilian Brain: Everyone.
320->486
322
Variable["seafort.dolores_reaction_figurines_do_nothing"]
321->322
323
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_reaction_figurines_do_nothing"])
321->323
364
You: She liked war games and figurines?
322->364
518
You: Forget it.
322->518
323->492
324
Variable["seafort.dolores_elchem_gown"]
325
Variable["seafort.dolores_elchem_gown"]
324->325
326
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_elchem_gown"])
324->326
325->123
326->165
327
You: "This is so grotesque."
327->287
328->201
329
Dolores Dei: "No, Harry. No human being in the history of the world has ever had to go to the *aerodrome* as much as I have to go there now. You see..."
329->519
521
Dolores Dei: "In the aerodrome there are silver-rotored ships, and beautiful flying trains I will go away on. It's a nice, peaceful place."
330->521
331
Dolores Dei: She shakes her head. "Let's stop it with the apes, this isn't going anywhere."
331->147
332
Hand/Eye Coordination: That was not the death blow yet. You saved yourself -- for now. Keep stumbling around and it *will* happen.
760
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
332->760
333
You: "Actually, you didn't *say* it. You *wrote* it in a letter, a handwritten letter. I kept it in my paperwork."
334
Dolores Dei: "As *queen regnant* I write a lot of letters." She brushes a strand of white hair out her eye.
333->334
334->210
335
You: "You're so sharp..."
494
Dolores Dei: "No, it's all you. I always loved you for it -- but it could not save us. It could not make me stay. In the end your mind just told you precisely how *bad* things are, and who would want to stay around for that?"
335->494
705
You: "The house..."
336->705
422
Reaction Speed: Your heart burns. Through the blackness you feel the treacle of blood on the mattress below you...
337->422
338->463
339
Dolores Dei: "You were very bad to me too..." She stops. "We've talked about it like seven million times now, I don't want to do that anymore."
580
Jump to: [dolores main]
339->580
340
You: Cold silver against my forehead...
340->43
468
Pain Threshold: No. This has to end. Do the last one.
341->468
343
Variable["seafort.dolores_elchem_sensual_feelz"]
342->343
344
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_elchem_sensual_feelz"])
342->344
343->226
541
You: "I miss you so much."
343->541
862
You: Say nothing.
343->862
344->142
345
Dolores Dei: The gown moves on her limbs, like water. She breathes out, her breath heavy. You're running out of ideas.
345->863
346
Logic: Why? That's what *dolor* means.
346->170
859
Dolores Dei: She is not kissing you back.
347->859
348
Dolores Dei: "I’m so tired, Harry. I’m so tired of all this..." She sighs. "Can’t you see, I already *am* trapped in amber with you? We’re stuck here. I can’t do that any more. The aerodrome is the future. It is laughter and ease... I must go."
633
Endurance: You’re breaking. You feel fractures run across you. Out the cracks comes anger, and then nothing at all. No king, no man, and no king’s man. The cracks were all there ever was.
348->633
349
Dolores Dei: "It’s not about *paper*, Harry, or anything like that..." She sounds frustrated.
349->7
350->733
350->826
351
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_volition_shes_mean"]
352
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_volition_shes_mean"]
351->352
353
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_volition_shes_mean"])
351->353
352->103
684
Endurance: You may not be able to take this. Not this time. Not anymore.
353->684
354
Dolores Dei: "I told you -- good things can still happen."
354->266
638
You: "It changes nothing."
354->638
355
Dolores Dei: "God, Harry..." She shakes her head, her eyebrows knitting together with worry.
644
Dolores Dei: "You have to take care of yourself. You're not a young man anymore. If you keep going like this you'll..." She falls silent.
355->644
356->274
357
You: "It doesn't have to be like this. Maybe we could try again?" (Proceed.)
357->313
358->119
359
Logic: In descending order, usually... It's best to do them like that.
359->276
360->319
361
Dolores Dei: The advisor to the queen of Suresne sighs and looks down -- at the crumbling asphalt. There is nothing she can do about your chest pain.
361->694
362
You: "The Ancient Reptilian Brain was right. It was foolish of me to resurface to the loss."
362->122
363
Authority: I was wrong. You don't have power over her anymore. You shouldn't have said that. I am wrong about everything. You should go on without me.
363->165
754
Reaction Speed: Yes. I thought... it would be good.
364->754
365->366
366->492
367->306
368->289
370
Dolores Dei: "They shouldn't have. They really shouldn't. I was in Mirova already. Safe. In the warmth of the night. Wrapped in my future love. There, I think of you less and less, whole weeks go by without me remembering you..."
369->370
370->83
371->241
372->616
524
Dolores Dei: "..."
373->524
374->85
375->86
376->158
377
Jump to: [letter end hub]
377->35
378
Dolores Dei: "Oh, Harry... There is only one way for humans to last forever -- and you did not do that to me..." She shakes her head.
378->820
379
Dolores Dei: "Okay, Harry." She sighs. "Okay. It was morning and you slept. The room smelled of cigarettes and rowans. There was hoarfrost on the ground, when I left. It was autumn, the first one we had together. But you have to understand -- it was a million years ago. No..."
856
Jump to: [Dolores Dei: ""... it was *a hundred million year..."]
379->856
380
Dolores Dei: "That is *very* contested by modern historians." She tramples her little feet for warmth and adds: "Very contested. Plus..."
662
Dolores Dei: "You're only saying this because things didn't work out between us. I have to go to the aerodrome now. I don't have time to defend myself from these accusations."
380->662
381
warcriminaling
425
You: "Would you say you didn't behave like a war criminal with me?"
381->425
579
You: "You're right. I'm sorry. You're soft and good, not a war criminal."
381->579
382->90
382->139
382->177
382->297
382->340
383
You: "You're not... kissing me back." (End.)
382->383
512
You: Move your mouth.
382->512
383->138
384
You: "I have discovered a new species -- I will name it in your honour. The Dolorian Phasmid. It's beautiful like you and also has a white head."
"I have discovered a new species -- I will name it in your honour. It's beautiful like you, and also has a white head. I'll call it Doraensis."
667
Dolores Dei: "That sounds like it would be in the news... I don't want that, okay?" There's a pause. "Please don't name it that. You discovering a new species changes nothing. If someone else discovered a new species and named it after me, then I would be flattered. But not you."
384->667
385->141
533
You: "The world should end. Now."
385->533
672
You: "I just needed to do that. I'm sorry."
385->672
773
You: "I thought you would... I know you still love me. You *can't* not."
385->773
386
thegoingsaway
386->49
386->300
589
You: "Wait, can't we sit down and have a coffee first? There's a cafeteria on the corner..." (Point east.)
386->589
716
You: "But I swore I wouldn't let you go. You *told* me -- you asked me to be this way."
386->716
774
You: "Hold on, what is there to do in Mirova?"
386->774
775
You: "You don't want me to let you go. Not really. You asked me not to."
386->775
388
Variable["seafort.orb_dream_kim_was_present"]
387->388
389
!(Variable["seafort.orb_dream_kim_was_present"])
387->389
823
Dolores Dei: "See you tomorrow."
388->823
721
Variable["seafort.orb_dream_cuno_was_present"]
389->721
390
You: Cinematics KISS
390->181
390->727
391
Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"]
392
Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"]
391->392
393
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"])
391->393
392->760
393->332
395
Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"]
394->395
396
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_is_pregnant"])
394->396
724
Dolores Dei: "You know what I meant. We're talking about it again. It came up again. This conversation is about *that* again."
395->724
396->217
397->182
398
Dolores Dei: "But Harry, it doesn’t look like you rebuilt yourself, it looks like you fell apart without me. I can’t bare to look at it any more, okay? I feel *guilty*. That’s what I feel when I look at you. Please let me go..."
502
Endurance: It’s breaking. You feel fractures across you. Out the cracks comes nothing at all. No king, no man, and no king’s man. The cracks were all there ever was. We are a spiderweb of glass that’s painful to look at. And she’s turning her head.
398->502
399
You: "Listen, please. It helped me realise I can’t let you go *because* loving you is impossible. You're like a star I should follow."
399->259
400
Rhetoric: The star has gone out. She can not rekindle it. You can not rekindle it. There is nothing within or below matter, just the dull *no* of a mind made up. Just like four billion others. I am so sorry.
400->732
401
You: "I'm so fucking normal right now."
401->100
402
You: "Cool."
402->548
403
Suggestion: Okay, don't say you need to 'talk' right away. Melt the ice first -- this way you're *already* talking.
681
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_sugg_talk"]
403->681
404
Suggestion: What are you *doing?* Stop saying things like that.
641
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_sugg_stop_saying_things"]
404->641
405->482
406
Dolores Dei: "Yes. Of course. I'm *bourgeois* -- because I don't want to keep hurting you..." She looks away from you.
406->742
406->798
407
Dolores Dei: "Sometimes. You can be very safe, but..." They're turning moist now. She slowly shakes her head and tries to get a hold of herself, brushing her hands in her gown...
838
Jump to: [dolores main]
407->838
408->359
409->197
409->451
409->746
409->839
410->237
411->162
412
You: "That's so hurtful."
566
Dolores Dei: "Then why are we doing it?" The advisor to the queen of Suresne sighs and looks down -- at the crumbling asphalt.
412->566
413
Dolores Dei: "There is nothing else."
413->290
414->492
415
You: "Okay, I won't give you things then."
415->28
416->164
416->362
606
You: "I'm glad we're having this conversation. I'm getting so much closure."
416->606
751
You: "I should have stayed down."
416->751
417
Logic: Means pain.
417->170
493
You: I don't want to say that.
417->493
418
Interfacing: It was her. I can feel it. I can see it in her tender, long fingers. In her wrists... Her hand wrote it. Said those things.
418->333
574
You: "It doesn't matter anymore."
418->574
419
Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_sharp_analysis"]
420
Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_sharp_analysis"]
419->420
421
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_sharp_analysis"])
419->421
420->335
853
You: No.
420->853
421->173
657
Dolores Dei: "Harry, do you notice how... none of this is very *funny*?"
422->657
423->463
424
Volition: Surely the alcohol didn't help either.
424->183
425->339
426
Perception (Smell): Apricot scented chewing gum.
818
Jump to: [embarrasingsmooches]
426->818
427
Variable["seafort.dolores_hub_question_counter"] >= 3
428
Variable["seafort.dolores_hub_question_counter"] >= 3
427->428
429
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_hub_question_counter"] >= 3)
427->429
428->223
588
Suggestion: No! Don't say it. Don't beg. It will only make her *go*!
429->588
430
Dolores Dei: "See you tomorrow."
431
You: "But this is intolerably bad."
431->52
433
Variable["seafort.dolores_apartment_fascist"]
432->433
434
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_apartment_fascist"])
432->434
765
You: It won't help anyway.
433->765
766
You: "We can get a nice place this time. I can provide for you. I was young and weak then."
433->766
435
Composure: The you she saw is gone, too. A small stack of sticks stands in its place. Begging.
434->435
435->377
436->859
437->348
438
Empathy: This won’t be an argument. It will be emotional and true.
438->98
438->399
546
You: "Now that I think of it, it's actually all just pointless shit and I should kill myself."
438->546
439
Dolores Dei: "Hey."
439->265
440
Encyclopedia: Off to advise the queen of Shest, most likely. This is the holy suzerain of Mundi and Insulinde -- *definitely* not your wife -- you need to talk to her! Think of the historical knowledge you could glean!
829
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_ency_historic"]
440->829
441
Empathy: She means she doesn't have time to tend to your emotions.
550
Jump to: [earlyhub]
441->550
442->354
443->271
444->740
445
You: "You're..." (Point to your head.) "The mourning."
841
Dolores Dei: "The morning? I don't understand."
445->841
446
You: "On second thought -- you're Dolores Dei, queen regnant of the territories of Mundi and Insulinde -- and nothing else." (Conclude.)
570
Dolores Dei: "Yes, Harry. I am. Things have gotten *much* better for me -- now that I am the ruler of the known world..." She pulls up the silvery sleeve of her gown, to check the time. "Oh god, it's already so late, I have to *go*, Harry."
446->570
834
Dolores Dei: "That's it, yes," she looks up from her toes. "We've talked about it a million times. You will get over it, just like I did. People do. Things will get good for you again..."
447->834
556
Rhetoric: Oh yes! She'll come around now. I made her love you again, Harry.
448->556
449
You: "Like: 'Wow, that cop's crazy'?"
449->692
450
Dolores Dei: "Yes. Of course. You're a kingsman and I'm a socialist traitor, because I don't want to keep hurting you..." She looks away from you.
450->742
450->798
451->198
453
Variable["seafort.dolores_painth_chest"]
452->453
454
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_painth_chest"])
452->454
453->20
453->412
455
You: Just rub your chest and moan.
453->455
454->694
455->361
456
Dolores Dei: She keeps glancing over her shoulder nervously. "I haven't even bought the tickets yet..."
456->280
457
Dolores Dei: She sighs with frustration: "My friends are waiting for me on the platform. I can't let them wait -- it's impolite."
457->567
458
You: "Voyager Road."
458->78
459
You: "What?"
459->79
461
Variable["seafort.dolores_painth_stake_through_heart"]
460->461
462
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_painth_stake_through_heart"])
460->462
849
Savoir Faire: She won't get hurt, she'll bend out of the way.
461->849
462->244
463->35
464->219
465
Dolores Dei: She looks at her toenails sticking out from under the gown. "Everyone has a little glass of wine every now and then. I certainly do. It's a *queen regnant* thing. I don't think it was the alcohol -- it was *inevitability*."
711
Electrochemistry: See. If you drank with her, you'd be cool again. If you drank with her, you could have sex on alcohol...
465->711
466
Suggestion: Stop making her angry. She won't start loving you again if you call her a *mass murderer*. Seriously.
466->247
467
You: "Is it mine?"
631
Dolores Dei: "Of course not." She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes...
467->631
468->148
469->864
470
You: "Will we ever see each other again?"
590
Dolores Dei: "I won't see you but you will see me."
470->590
471->432
472->398
473->158
474
You: "Can you stay for a moment? We need to talk. We need to have one more massive, epic showdown."
553
Dolores Dei: "No, Harry." She shakes her head sadly. "No. I don't want a *massive, epic showdown*. I want to go to the aerodrome. I have tickets for the 10:20 flight to Mirova..." She looks at you plaintively. "Really..."
474->553
549
Dolores Dei: "Yes." She looks over her shoulder again. "I mean no. But I *am* in a hurry."
475->549
476->11
477->597
478
Dolores Dei: She doesn't reply. You're back in your head. There's silence.
478->190
479->64
510
Conceptualization: I'm sorry. I'm foam. All I can do is foam, it's meaningless.
480->510
481->234
482->160
564
You: "Let's try building Communism *twice*. If it doesn't work, let's abandon it and be slaves forever instead?"
482->564
482->742
482->798
802
You: "Let's try to return Revachol to the likeness of the holy sun in the sky -- but only *twice*. The third time, let's abandon it to debauched homo-sexuals!"
482->802
803
You: "Let's try inventing the future *twice* and if it doesn't work -- abandon it and live on welfare? Is that how we should do *everything*?"
482->803
483->193
484
You: "Insane -- like what? Like *cool* insane?
484->692
485->239
649
Limbic System: Literally all of you.
486->649
487
thishubismostimpolite
487->22
487->327
488
You: Say nothing. Just look at her.
487->488
695
You: "Cool. Your *friends*. Say hi to your friends for me then."
487->695
488->281
489
Variable["seafort.dolores_sugg_failed_communication"]
490
Variable["seafort.dolores_sugg_failed_communication"]
489->490
491
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_sugg_failed_communication"])
489->491
490->125
491->492
492->75
492->199
492->415
493->346
494->38
495->422
496
Dolores Dei: "Besides, you're only saying this because things didn't work out between us." She stops. "I really have to go to the aerodrome, I don't have time for this."
712
Suggestion: Stop making her angry! She won't start loving you again if you call her a war criminal. Seriously.
496->712
497->137
498->820
563
Jump to: [alongtimehub]
499->563
500
Dolores Dei: "Yes."
500->470
501->106
547
Jump to: [dolores main]
502->547
503
Dolores Dei: She doesn't say anything. It’s excruciating.
503->53
504
Jump to: [dolores main]
504->158
506
Dolores Dei: She doesn’t say anything. It’s excruciating.
505->506
506->633
507->403
508
Logic: I don't know, man... what is the holy suzerain doing here? Something seems off...
508->267
509
Electrochemistry: Silence, her nuptial gown flows in the wind, wraps around her holy body...
680
Dolores Dei: "Anyway."
509->680
510->106
528
Dolores Dei: She shakes her head. "I am actually very ordinary, Harry. Below this gown and wreath I have an ordinary soul and ordinary thoughts. The only thing inhuman about me is this..." She looks around.
511->528
810
Dolores Dei: Nothing, just pillows against you. Unresponsive... but for the taste of apricots.
512->810
603
Dolores Dei: "We already tried again and it didn't work."
513->603
514
You: "With all my strength, I can't. It's like eating rocks."
514->191
515
Dolores Dei: "Yes. It only took me one year, maybe two." She smiles and wipes her brow in relief: "Whooh."
515->563
753
Dolores Dei: "This is how human beings operate."
516->753
517
You: "You're just an evil ape. We're all just evil apes."
517->24
518->26
519->758
520
You: "Forget about the aerodrome for one second... I lost. And it was *you* who I lost to."
699
Dolores Dei: "It wasn't a fight. I was never fighting you."
520->699
521->74
522
Logic: Is Dora. That's what the voice said on the phone.
522->209
522->523
612
Logic: You're right. I'm useless and boring. There is nothing I can add to you. You should get someone better to do this with...
523->612
524->292
525->375
526->87
780
Variable["seafort.dolores_apartment_communist"]
527->780
659
Dolores Dei: "This *thing* you've made me into. I'm sorry for saying so, but I just *hate* it. What is this? This is so far gone, Harry, I don't even..."
528->659
529
Variable["XP.rediscovery_of_insulinde"]
530
Variable["XP.rediscovery_of_insulinde"]
529->530
531
!(Variable["XP.rediscovery_of_insulinde"])
529->531
530->178
531->627
532->382
586
Dolores Dei: It does not. It goes on. Children run in the back alleys. Pigeons take flight. She shakes her head one more time as the evening wind rustles her hair.
533->586
534
thepregnancyishere
534->44
534->45
534->467
535
You: "It's not mine."
534->535
535->47
536->48
537->470
543
You: "No..."
537->543
538
IsTHCPresent("juicy_fruit")
539
IsTHCPresent("juicy_fruit")
538->539
540
!(IsTHCPresent("juicy_fruit"))
538->540
539->50
540->51
715
Dolores Dei: "It will pass..." The gown moves on her limbs, like water. "Everything does."
541->715
543->500
827
Dolores Dei: She doesn't know what to say.
544->827
787
Dolores Dei: "I'm not a star. I'm a confused young woman, eating your mind. There are no stars. There is no light. There will be no future. There is only this intersection. And the aerodrome. Where I must go, incessantly, brutally -- utterly without redemption or hope."
545->787
546->503
547->158
548->509
549->153
550->597
551->404
552
Jump to: [Pain Threshold: "Desperation is gearing up."]
552->190
553->62
554->166
555
Rhetoric: Where? In *HELL*?
600
Variable["seafort.dolores_rhetoric_hell"]
555->600
557
Variable["seafort.dolores_volition_stop_it"]
556->557
558
Variable["seafort.dolores_volition_stop_it"]
557->558
559
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_volition_stop_it"])
557->559
558->111
741
Dolores Dei: Her innocence Dolores Dei fiddles with the handle of her airport bag. She has a *pained* expression on her face. It's agonizing.
559->741
560->741
561
Dolores Dei: "It just takes some time. For you, I think it will take something like... twenty years maybe? It was hard for me too, you know -- I used to think I couldn't live without you..." She looks you straight in the eye -- her irises are light blue, flecked with green.
561->69
562
Dolores Dei: "I don't know. Please..." She shuffles from one golden-sandaled foot to the other. In the distance a street car screeches.
562->71
562->192
687
alongtimehub
563->687
564->406
565->194
565->449
565->484
604
You: "I'm the sanest person I know."
565->604
801
You: "Insane... how?"
565->801
566->694
567->487
568
You: "I don't wanna know! Stop."
609
Dolores Dei: "It was a hundred million years ago, Harry... No, make it a thousand million years ago. Practically on another planet." She looks at her travel bag, thoughtfully: "Have I told you how bad I need to go to the aerodrome?"
568->609
569
You: "Evil aerodrome, taking everything away from me."
569->81
570->203
571->242
572
You: "But-- I thought if I threw the damned letter away it would help."
761
Dolores Dei: "It doesn't look like it did, Harry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have wrote you any letters. I was too young then..."
572->761
573
Dolores Dei: "We both said a lot of things. We were very young."
573->418
574->172
575->379
576->171
576->525
576->620
577
Rhetoric: Nothing will. I've been poisoned by newspaper and news. All I can do is scream at them and think of her, secretly.
577->377
578
You: "Then *I* will make you different. I will make your lungs glow. I will make you last *forever*."
578->378
579->663
580->158
581->250
634
Jump to: [embarrasingsmooches]
582->634
583
You: "*You're* the Apricot Chewing Gum Scented One."
587
Dolores Dei: "No..." She just shakes her head once more. "I'm just Dora."
583->587
584
You: "Why didn't you kiss me back?"
584->298
585->629
586->585
587->713
588->9
589->225
590->97
592
IsHighestPolitical("ultraliberal")
591->592
593
!(IsHighestPolitical("ultraliberal"))
591->593
592->40
593->149
594
Dolores Dei: "That sounds nice, Harry, but I really don't want to argue about *ideology* with you right now..."
594->438
595
Dolores Dei: "Harry, it doesn’t look like you’re *hard* at all, it looks like you fell apart without me. I can’t bare to look at it any more, okay? I feel *guilty*. That’s what I feel when I look at you. Please let me go..."
595->502
596
Empathy: Total annihilation. We got annihilated, Harry. You never had any power, you never were a moralist -- or anything. You can't even be insane or shit any more. You have to be *nothing*. Nothing without the light and grace of love.
596->473
597->54
597->101
597->105
597->187
597->262
597->390
597->474
677
You: "H-hey."
597->677
790
You: "What's in the bag?"
597->790
598
Volition: But you don't even *want* to talk to her! She would only be cold and mean. Let her go.
598->351
599->233
601
Variable["seafort.dolores_rhetoric_hell"]
600->601
602
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_rhetoric_hell"])
600->602
601->110
602->17
603->236
604->407
605->279
750
Dolores Dei: "I'm glad too, but I have to go. My friends are waiting for me on the platform. I can't let them wait -- it's impolite."
606->750
608
Dolores Dei: "Please don't give me any gifts..." She looks at the airport bag, then at you.
607->608
842
Jump to: [dolores main]
608->842
609->288
610->797
809
Dolores Dei: "Months already. Soon it will be years. Every season that passes the lights get less clear. I sit there, in Mirova -- in the holy gratitude of my bliss -- I put my hand on my belly and *smile...*"
611->809
613
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
612->613
613->797
614->616
615->571
617
Variable["seafort.dolores_handeye_death_blow"]
616->617
618
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_handeye_death_blow"])
616->618
617->391
618->760
619->34
620->375
764
Dolores Dei: "The coolest..." She closes her eyes: "With your leather jacket and your boot cut pants. Smoking in the bus stop. I wanted you to be the rest of my life that day. And you were -- some of it, at least. You were my first. My first kiss, my first time to have sex."
621->764
622
You: "I will build you a temple of light with my mind. A temple of unimaginable proportions. It will be something no one has ever done before. I will build it with computers."
660
Dolores Dei: "An immortal temple of light? That sounds nice. I *do* want someone to do that for me -- who wouldn't? -- but not you. I don't want *anything* from you."
622->660
623->465
625
Variable["church.noid_dolores_the_mass_murderer"]
624->625
626
!(Variable["church.noid_dolores_the_mass_murderer"])
624->626
625->380
857
Dolores Dei: "Who says that? I have ruled with kindness, grace and temperance. It's perfectly normal to have an Army of Humanity. I am the innocence of humanism -- I call it whatever I want to."
626->857
627->222
627->296
627->384
627->578
627->622
661
You: "You're right. You don't have glowing lungs. You don't deserve them."
627->661
664
You: "But then this is all meaningless."
627->664
628
Dolores Dei: "Other questions are the last thing I need right now..." She cups her ear. "Hush, can you hear? I think that's the 42..."
628->220
629->251
629->583
629->584
630
You: "That's it then."
629->630
819
Dolores Dei: "No, Harry. Not yet. There is one more thing you have to see..." She slides her hands down her chest, and onto her lower stomach. And smiles.
630->819
631->46
632
Logic: Yes.
632->8
633->547
634->382
635
Dolores Dei: "Just my scepter, my *globe crucigère*, a spare silk gown. A toothbrush. Travel documents. The Crown of Immortality."
635->102
635->402
636->355
637->153
638->639
736
Jump to: [Inland Empire: "This is everything I always warned..."]
639->736
792
Jump to: [earlyhub]
640->792
642
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_sugg_stop_saying_things"]
641->642
643
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_sugg_stop_saying_things"])
641->643
642->154
643->685
644->552
645->597
833
Savoir Faire: Oh god, whatever you do, don't try to kiss her yet -- not after that, you're still reeling... you'll fall over if you try it now...
646->833
647
You: "You're... the *ex-something*."
749
Dolores Dei: "Wasn't I Dolores Dei just a second ago? Now I'm the *ex-thing*... You're confusing me. Look, I have to be at the Lausanne Aerodrome at 10:20 PM. I still have a light rail to catch..."
647->749
648->276
649->416
650->329
651
You: "Beautiful world. Beautiful aerodrome."
651->202
652
You: "I didn't want to fight you. You're the tiny ape I loved."
652->331
653
Logic: ...Du Bois, yes. Dora Du Bois.
653->310
655
Variable["tc.dora_is_her_name"]
654->655
656
!(Variable["tc.dora_is_her_name"])
654->656
655->205
703
You: It's Dolores Dei. That's all.
655->703
656->290
657->88
657->176
657->295
658
Jump to: [dolores main]
658->158
768
Variable["tc.dolores_dei_glowing_lungs"]
659->768
660->820
858
Dolores Dei: "I didn't ask for them either. They're just a folk tale that has nothing to do with my reign, or the direction I have set our species on..." She glances over her shoulder, then back at you.
661->858
662->466
663->580
664->248
665->529
666
You: "Okay, I'm not gonna push it. I have other questions."
666->628
667->820
772
Inland Empire: Hidden, distant, kept safe from you.
668->772
669
IsTHCPresent("juicy_fruit")
670
IsTHCPresent("juicy_fruit")
669->670
671
!(IsTHCPresent("juicy_fruit"))
669->671
670->426
671->818
672->92
673->252
674->349
675->6
789
Dolores Dei: "Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you say that?" She sounds downright angry. "I'm shit, you made me shit... I can't do this any more. I can't make you *insane* and *shit* any more, I can't let you turn me into a bad person. I have to go..."
676->789
677->439
678->311
828
Dolores Dei: "Wow -- see? A new species..." She smiles. It's another sad smile, with knitted brows.
679->828
680->264
682
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_sugg_talk"]
681->682
683
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_sugg_talk"])
681->683
682->598
683->440
684->597
685->597
686->597
687->159
687->357
687->514
688
You: "Your Innocence Dolores Dei, I'm sorry I made you sad."
687->688
691
You: "So you felt that way once? That you cannot live without me?"
687->691
747
You: "Twenty years? That's so much time..."
687->747
837
Dolores Dei: "It's okay."
688->837
689
Physical Instrument: It's not. It's just not possible. It's like *eating rocks*. You just can't *do* it.
689->687
690->158
743
Dolores Dei: "Yes. But that time is gone now. So *very* gone."
691->743
692->838
693->238
694->797
695->23
696
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
696->797
697->283
755
IsTHCFixed("the_way_home")
698->755
699->652
807
You: "You're right, yes. So *paranoid* of me. There is no antagonism between us."
699->807
846
You: "It's always a fight with these tiny apes. Someone always loses."
699->846
701
Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_dora_name"]
700->701
702
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_logic_dora_name"])
700->702
701->522
702->417
811
Dolores Dei: The mysterious smile on her lips keeps stretching wider, as if she's forgotten you're there. In some great and calming thought. Then she notices you -- and it's immediately gone.
703->811
704->419
705->133
706
Interfacing: Don't let her. Don't let her go there. You should re-do the topics. Go over *everything*, the things you didn't say before too. Make it go on and on...
706->658
708
IsTHCPresent("the_waste_land_of_reality")
707->708
709
!(IsTHCPresent("the_waste_land_of_reality"))
707->709
708->424
709->855
710->135
711->855
712->381
713->629
714->44
714->467
714->535
715->863
865
Dolores Dei: "That was someone else. I betrayed her, overwrote her, and am happier for it. And I'm really going now. The time is up -- I must be on the 10:20 flight..." She turns.
716->865
717
Variable["seafort.dolores_auth_one_night_in"]
718
Variable["seafort.dolores_auth_one_night_in"]
717->718
719
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_auth_one_night_in"])
717->719
718->386
822
Drama: Lies, sire! She cannot but love you. She has said so a hundred times.
719->822
720
Dolores Dei: "See you tomorrow."
722
Variable["seafort.orb_dream_cuno_was_present"]
721->722
723
!(Variable["seafort.orb_dream_cuno_was_present"])
721->723
722->430
723->720
724->463
725->470
725->543
726->594
728
You: Variable["seafort.dolores_suggestion_red_kiss_success"]
727->728
729
Variable["seafort.dolores_suggestion_red_kiss_success"]
728->729
730
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_suggestion_red_kiss_success"])
728->730
729->3
730->3
731->227
732->158
733->152
735
Dolores Dei: "It doesn’t sound like you're better at all, Harry. It doesn’t even sound like you're a moralist, it just sounds like you want to..." She spreads her arms. "*Win me back* or something. I don't want you to try that any more, okay? It's too sad, I need to *go*..."
734->735
735->309
736->107
737->441
738->16
738->157
739->108
740->312
741->113
742->19
743->563
744->275
745->118
746->198
747->515
748->696
749->456
750->567
751->457
752->324
753->363
805
Suggestion: A form of communication where words have failed?
754->805
756
IsTHCFixed("the_way_home")
755->756
757
!(IsTHCFixed("the_way_home"))
755->757
756->200
757->845
758->797
759
Dolores Dei: "At first, yes. I *was* angry at you. But I truly am *not* anymore. My life is in a very good place..." She glances over her shoulder.
759->610
760->797
762
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
761->762
762->797
763->218
764->214
765->577
766->495
767->706
769
Variable["tc.dolores_dei_glowing_lungs"]
768->769
770
!(Variable["tc.dolores_dei_glowing_lungs"])
768->770
769->246
769->666
770->771
771->158
772->532
773->92
774->180
775->865
777
Variable["tc.name_full_harrier"]
776->777
778
!(Variable["tc.name_full_harrier"])
776->778
777->653
778->632
824
Dolores Dei: "I'm suffocatingly beautiful. And young. And I smell of tutti frutti chewing gum -- like I did that time when I asked you for forgiveness. After leaving you the first time, so long ago..."
779->824
781
Variable["seafort.dolores_apartment_communist"]
780->781
782
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_apartment_communist"])
780->782
781->175
781->765
782->377
784
Variable["seafort.dolores_apartment_ultralib"]
783->784
785
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_apartment_ultralib"])
783->785
784->41
784->765
785->377
786->53
787->400
788->504
789->596
790->635
791->736
792->597
793->478
794->510
795->573
796->427
797->63
797->67
797->445
797->446
797->517
797->572
797->647
798->562
799->70
800->561
801->692
802->450
803->116
804
You: "No. I meant *mourning*. I'm grieving -- but you're not even dead."
804->121
805->489
806->520
806->569
806->651
807->240
808->129
809->367
810->669
813
Jump to: [dolooooooores]
811->813
812->211
813->797
814->705
815->339
816
Empathy: You couldn't make her lungs glow anyway, only cry. And maybe not even that anymore.
816->820
817->158
818->382
860
Dolores Dei: "I'm pregnant."
819->860
820->538
821->717
822->386
824->2
824->431
825->595
826->261
827->401
828->442
830
Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_ency_historic"]
829->830
831
!(Variable["seafort.dolores_intro_ency_historic"])
829->831
830->508
831->684
832->274
833->158
834->555
835->561
836->689
837->563
838->158
839->198
840->158
841->163
841->804
842->158
843->76
844->416
845->458
845->459
845->568
846->759
847->158
848->413
849->244
850->130
851
You: "Nothing."
850->851
851->162
852->215
853->132
854->35
855->35
856->212
857->496
858->816
859->382
860->534
861->341
862->345
863->158
864->386
865->470
865->543
867->95