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[closed] we were young enough to sign along the dotted line
CHARACTERS: Lexa and Angel
WHERE: The Bearings
WHEN: The day after the rally, evening time.
SUMMARY: Talking about Lexa's technological problem.
WARNINGS: Definite spoilers based on retroactively applied information about Lexa's chip from the last two weeks of The 100. Anything else will be updated if needed!
[When Lexa first Ascended, it had been painful. Though her body had been prepared from birth, complete with black blood, for what lied ahead, she hadn't been completely prepared for those moments after swallowing the chip to ensure that it became her own. Feeling it become one with her body had brought her to her knees, and after the wave of calm came over her, she remained there, waiting for the Polis artist to complete the tattoo she had designed days prior. She felt her connection to all of the previous commanders, even those who had been seemingly lost to history. When she closed her eyes, she could connect with them, and sink into that experience.
There was no way for her people to know the truth. What had once been known about the Flame had long been lost before it made its way to Titus' hands. He had helped several commanders ascend, though his care for Lexa had been nurturing. He viewed her as the wisest and best among all the others, and the information granted to her by the Flame made her even wiser. She could capitalize on that information like no others. No one spoke of the only real challenge to Lexa after that day, relieved that the pacifistic Nightblood had abandoned her people to take up elsewhere.
(This was Luna. To this day, Lexa will still not speak of her.)
Now, she's come to question the Flame, the Spirit of the Commander that lies within her. The technology of this world recognizes it both as technology and something that's merged with her body biologically. It confuses her, and no amount of meditation for the last day has helped her find her answer. She knows that the Flame helps her, and she knows that it gives her what she needs to help her people. These are undeniable truths, things that she can't overcome in her mind. But she doesn't know its origins, and finds herself wondering if it's a relic of a lost age, a time when the holy symbol of her people had come into use for the first time.
What Lexa doesn't know is this: the chip is a silicon-based biologically adapting super computer that interfaces with the person's mind and helps them be more advanced. Their mind is always in control, but they have more, and know more, and it's as simple as that. Only the one in control of the chip can control the chip. Even those connected by the link of the Nest would be unable to enter Lexa's mind beyond the memories it holds to access the chip: they are not biologically one with her body. The symbiote is the same: it cannot access the chip. It's only Lexa who can do this, and she has done it many times before: both in sinking within herself and sleeping. She felt like she was going to another world. There are ways to remove the chip without causing harm to Lexa, but while that knowledge is available on it, she would not seek it. It's out of the question. Cutting it out after her death will be the only way. As for accessing it externally: it's all but impossible. It must be done by the keeper of the chip, as it's currently processing their mind, their body, and their everything.
But the knowledge is there, just as the knowledge of the chip's creator is there: buried, waiting for someone aware enough to reach in. Lexa is so close that she can see a new face, and she knows who she is, but she doesn't know the right questions. She still lacks the connective knowledge. But she needs it. Some part of her recognizes how significant this is to their mission. They need it, no matter what answers may arise in her mind. She is the living embodiment of the ideals of this world, and she's only beginning to understand that.
Though she's spent a great deal of time inside of her head, she's done it away from The Bearings during the day. The idea of purchasing clothing is foreign to her, but she became accustomed to it quickly, acquiring things she needed with the credits available. ("Needed" might be loosely used by others, but she's worn much of the same clothes since she arrived, and she's due.) Aside from some decent (and always dark-colored, if beautiful) day clothes, she wears an elegant nightgown that falls to her feet now, bearing her shoulders and back. Those who might see Lexa as she heads to Angel's room will undoubtedly see the variety of tattoos, and she's unashamed about that. She is attempting to find some comfort within this mission, especially with the revelations. She knows it makes her look human, or perhaps lesser to the unimaginative mind, but she knows what each marking means. To her, it's the exact opposite.
Her eyes are solemn and half-lidded as she knocks on Angel's door. They're urgent but not too hard, and as always, there's a sense of it being nobody but Lexa on the outside. After announcing herself that way, she does all she can to pull her mind away.
She doesn't want her meeting her to catch too much other attention, as she isn't interested in alerting them just yet as to her predicament.]
WHERE: The Bearings
WHEN: The day after the rally, evening time.
SUMMARY: Talking about Lexa's technological problem.
WARNINGS: Definite spoilers based on retroactively applied information about Lexa's chip from the last two weeks of The 100. Anything else will be updated if needed!
[When Lexa first Ascended, it had been painful. Though her body had been prepared from birth, complete with black blood, for what lied ahead, she hadn't been completely prepared for those moments after swallowing the chip to ensure that it became her own. Feeling it become one with her body had brought her to her knees, and after the wave of calm came over her, she remained there, waiting for the Polis artist to complete the tattoo she had designed days prior. She felt her connection to all of the previous commanders, even those who had been seemingly lost to history. When she closed her eyes, she could connect with them, and sink into that experience.
There was no way for her people to know the truth. What had once been known about the Flame had long been lost before it made its way to Titus' hands. He had helped several commanders ascend, though his care for Lexa had been nurturing. He viewed her as the wisest and best among all the others, and the information granted to her by the Flame made her even wiser. She could capitalize on that information like no others. No one spoke of the only real challenge to Lexa after that day, relieved that the pacifistic Nightblood had abandoned her people to take up elsewhere.
(This was Luna. To this day, Lexa will still not speak of her.)
Now, she's come to question the Flame, the Spirit of the Commander that lies within her. The technology of this world recognizes it both as technology and something that's merged with her body biologically. It confuses her, and no amount of meditation for the last day has helped her find her answer. She knows that the Flame helps her, and she knows that it gives her what she needs to help her people. These are undeniable truths, things that she can't overcome in her mind. But she doesn't know its origins, and finds herself wondering if it's a relic of a lost age, a time when the holy symbol of her people had come into use for the first time.
What Lexa doesn't know is this: the chip is a silicon-based biologically adapting super computer that interfaces with the person's mind and helps them be more advanced. Their mind is always in control, but they have more, and know more, and it's as simple as that. Only the one in control of the chip can control the chip. Even those connected by the link of the Nest would be unable to enter Lexa's mind beyond the memories it holds to access the chip: they are not biologically one with her body. The symbiote is the same: it cannot access the chip. It's only Lexa who can do this, and she has done it many times before: both in sinking within herself and sleeping. She felt like she was going to another world. There are ways to remove the chip without causing harm to Lexa, but while that knowledge is available on it, she would not seek it. It's out of the question. Cutting it out after her death will be the only way. As for accessing it externally: it's all but impossible. It must be done by the keeper of the chip, as it's currently processing their mind, their body, and their everything.
But the knowledge is there, just as the knowledge of the chip's creator is there: buried, waiting for someone aware enough to reach in. Lexa is so close that she can see a new face, and she knows who she is, but she doesn't know the right questions. She still lacks the connective knowledge. But she needs it. Some part of her recognizes how significant this is to their mission. They need it, no matter what answers may arise in her mind. She is the living embodiment of the ideals of this world, and she's only beginning to understand that.
Though she's spent a great deal of time inside of her head, she's done it away from The Bearings during the day. The idea of purchasing clothing is foreign to her, but she became accustomed to it quickly, acquiring things she needed with the credits available. ("Needed" might be loosely used by others, but she's worn much of the same clothes since she arrived, and she's due.) Aside from some decent (and always dark-colored, if beautiful) day clothes, she wears an elegant nightgown that falls to her feet now, bearing her shoulders and back. Those who might see Lexa as she heads to Angel's room will undoubtedly see the variety of tattoos, and she's unashamed about that. She is attempting to find some comfort within this mission, especially with the revelations. She knows it makes her look human, or perhaps lesser to the unimaginative mind, but she knows what each marking means. To her, it's the exact opposite.
Her eyes are solemn and half-lidded as she knocks on Angel's door. They're urgent but not too hard, and as always, there's a sense of it being nobody but Lexa on the outside. After announcing herself that way, she does all she can to pull her mind away.
She doesn't want her meeting her to catch too much other attention, as she isn't interested in alerting them just yet as to her predicament.]
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Do you believe there is some way we can replicate this technology for this world? [She imagines that she may need to speak to Becca to attempt it, but if the degradation that Angel refers to is too great, they might have to take a different approach.]
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It's not about blood for me - I'm something different to you or another human. But either way, you're right. [ a flick of her fingers, dismissive. A hum through the connection: thought received, contemplated, discarded. Another in the same fashion.
What would imparting their technology do for them? A great deal, but also nothing. She was made for technology, and yet it was strange and different enough that it was for the first time in her life, frustrating to her. They had developed in their own way, particular to them and that meant -
She shakes her head. ] No. Our mission is to gently guide, unseen, not lead them. Not do anything they wouldn't do themselves without our help. They are on their way to this kind of technology it's true. But... they are meant to do it themselves, I think. This is their revolution. Not ours.
[ Taps her fingers against her side, lips pressed together. ] Besides, they would notice... differences. Just like they do with me and Anders. This could give it all up.
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And if we could find a way to apply the tech of my world to this one? To use it to advance this world's technology? Adapting it may be a way, and I don't like the idea of them believing that a memory is enough to pass on. It has to be their full consciousness.
[Anything less could be disastrous, or so she assumes.]