Superhell: Date

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Hm?

[ what. ]

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I was made in a lab.

I'm not human.

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[ squint. ]

… So you’re a robot? An AI?

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No.

[Well... maybe?]

I'm a homunculus.

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… This place is starting to sound more and more like sci-fi or fantasy every day.

[ he is reaching out to Tap the little guy’s forehead. fleshy? ]

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[He is, indeed, fleshy.]

What?

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You don't feel metallic. So unless that's some impressive silicone, or skin substitute...

[ huh ]

So, wait. They grew you. Like a plant?

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I'm not metal.

[He was lab grown!]

I was grown in a tube. I don't know if there's any equivalent to it.

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[ he has to check!! ]

Oh my god you were grown like a plant.

[ date, please. ]

So, everything's new to you. Literally everything. And then you got backflipped straight into hell?

Damn, kid.

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Yeah, that's how it turned out.

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[ hm.


well. there's probably one root beer here by now. date will grab a drink for himself and some fries. ]

Okay then... well, first off you're getting more than just a drink. Can't figure out what food you like if all you're doing is drinking root beer.

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I don't think I dislike anything.

[He's barely had anything.]

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Exactly. You haven't had enough to know.

I think you should make a start.

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Okay.

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How do I make food?

[They do seem like they're in charge of themselves for the most part.]

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[ hm. good question. ]

You... normally follow a recipe? And you use other food to make different food.

[ GREAT EXPLANATION DATE. he looks around. ]

So, this? [ he points a fry at nameless. ] It's potato. But you cut it and cook it, and it becomes something else.

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[So base food can evolve into more delicious food? Maybe?]

I haven't seen any recipes so far.

[He looks down at the fry.]

Have you cooked much?

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I don't think this place is big on recipes. There isn't even produce to cook with.

[ rip to nameless future career as a chef. ]

But you can still figure some stuff out. [ ... ] The theory of it, maybe.

Uh. Well. I can cook enough that I haven't starved yet.

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[I've played enough chefs, let him have a different career.]

That's better than what I can do.

[He can't do anything! You've cleared that bar!]

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[ me assigning mira chef x 3523528 ]

You're basically a blank slate, right? Then you can do whatever you want.

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[forcibly assigned cook]

How do you know what you want?

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You try things. You take a look at what's happening around you, and what you think about it, and how you feel about it, and you learn from that.

If you try... I dunno, reading a book in the library and decide you like reading, there's nothing stopping you from reading your way through the whole library.

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[What he likes, what he doesn't like... it's pretty amazing he can have this experience at all, isn't it? After dying so quickly, he definitely didn't think he'd have this sort of chance.]

I see.

Do you know what you like?

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Yeah. I’ve had time to figure out what I like.

[ life… time…. ]

Sure, you might be a limited given what we have here, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try it and see what you think. [ he nods at the drink. ] You can start with that, and go from there.

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It's a lot more than I was able to try when I was alive.

[He takes a small sip of the drink- oh fizzy? Is that normal for drinks?]

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Looking on the bright side? Good start.