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de_la_Nae:

--- Quote from: Morituri on 12 Apr 2019, 11:03 ---It bugs me that I actually banged my head on the bathroom door frame

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what kind of hell world is this that we must live in shells too small

Morituri:
Grrf, yeah about shells too small.  I've managed to get chairs and beds and couches that are appropriate, but so far I've balked at hiring contractors to do the bathroom door frame.  Still, this house is WAAY better than back when I had to rent.

Maybe if I get confident enough about my carpentry/sheetrock/plaster skills, I'll do it myself one of these days.

LeeC:
I've been binging the Commissar Caiphas Cain novels (see literature thread) and it seems to have bled into my dream last night.

I was an Imperial Commissar and a small covert team was infiltrating a Tau controlled refinery of some sort (I think it was an ore refinery). They got stuck and were unable to get out but there cover wasn't blown. They were hiding in a warehouse near the main refinery. So I took it upon myself to get them out of there. I got a thick looking enclosed jeep like vehicle and drove to the entrance of the refinery. I pulled into what essentially looked like a giant metal detector with a gate in front of it and rolled down my window to "scan" my ID to get in (I used an expired coupon and knowing it wouldn't buzz me in) and it rejected my "card." I looked over through the passenger window where the receptionist booth, hoping it wasn't one of the one eyed aliens from my briefing that would have seen right through me (they may have been psykers of some sort). I had been fortunate as there was a 3 eyed blue alien woman in a white blouse looked confused. I rolled down my window and put on my best pathetic diminutive "I'm sorry" puppy dog eyes
"Its not scanning for some reason. I don't know why." She looked more confused
"I'm sorry. I don't know why its not working either. Let me get that for you." She said apologetically and opened the doors for me.
I pulled through and a middle aged woman with read hair stuck her head out of the booth through a window on the other side of the door and was yelling something at me that I couldn't hear. Not wanting to draw too much attention to myself I yelled "I don't know why its not working, I'll park over here and wait." Thinking if I cooperated I'd seem less suspicious. I was then worried the lady may call over some fire warrior security guards so I cocked the bolt pistol strapped to my right leg, just in case. Mind you I was not in some sort of disguise, I was in my imperial commissar garb (save the hat as there wasn't enough room to wear it int he vehicle) so I knew I'd stick out like a sore thumb. I placed my discarded hat on top of the pistol to hide it from whomever was coming to meet me. To my luck the middle aged woman sent her subordinate, a young 20 something woman with a hair bob wearing a similar white blouse as the other two receptionists.
"Uh, hey. is there something wrong with your card?" She asked. She seemed friendly and I got the feeling she was a new employee as she didn't seem very confident in talking to me. It was more of an adorkable awkwardness to her. I took this as her finding me intimidatingly attractive and turned on the charm. 
"Uh yeah sorry to be a bother. It doesn't seem to want to read my card. It seemed fine yesterday. But you know how machines can be. Again really sorry to be such a bother to you. I am sure you have more important things than me."  I said very sincerely. "I never had any luck with machines so its probably my fault."
"Oh, no I am sure its not your fault. These thing s can happen sometimes. Let me see if I can get you a new pass." She said beaming with delight that she could help me and cheer me up. She ran back to the booth and came back just as quickly with the access card.
"Thank you so much. Maybe I'll see you around." I said with a flirty grin. She backed away from the car smiling and gave an awkward but excited wave before slowly walking back to the booth.

I got the jeep back on the road and headed deeper into the facility. I found what looked to me like an administration building and I pulled into the parking lot. I got out of the jeep and walked in the building and found a map of the grounds so I could find the warehouse. As I left the building and into the parking lot, I noticed there were was one of those one-eyes aliens walking through the parking lot. They had arms legs and a torso like a human's, but the upper part of their torso served as their head with large curly tube like appendages that came out of the top of the torso and rejoined the body on the right shoulder. It was blue but had purple forearms, hands, shins and feet.  The curls were a rainbow of colors.  I saw a push cart (for what I assume was for moving ore to be processed) and went towards the cart and began pushing it to the sidewalk past the parking lot entrance. Keeping an eye on the alien just in case they saw through me. Luckily he didn't seem to notice me and was looking at the ground angrily while walking past, muttering to himself. I assumed he wasn't having a good day, and just kept walking past trying to bring any attention to myself. When I heard someone call out to me.
"Hey." I looked to my right while pushing the cart and on the sidewalk was a guard. He was a human male wearing what looked like a Chinese Red Army green uniform with red epaulets and collar patches and a matching officer's peak cap with a read band around it. "What are you doing here?" He asked curiously and with no trace of suspicion but more just confused. I thought of a quick excuse.
"Sorry I was on my way to the refinery with my cart but stopped here to use the bathroom. Excuse me I'm a little turned around right now, which was is the refinery?" I asked, trying to get him focused less on my excuse for being there and more on helping me to get back to work.
He looked concerned for me "Should I call this in?" he genuinely asked me, as if I should know the proper protocol in this situation. It probably didn't help that I looked to be in a position of authority considering I wasn't disguised but dressed in the uniform of the imperial commissariat.
"Uh, sure if you want." I shrugged, "but again which way is it to the refinery?" I said, pushing to get him to focus on telling me where the refinery is.
"Oh, sure. Make a left out of here and just head down from there. Its not far." he said helpfully.
"Thanks. I appreciate it!" I said happily. He smiled back. I focused on pushing the card the way he said and didn't look back to see if he was reporting this to anyone. I then started to think of how was I going to get into the warehouse if the team didn't know to look for me, let alone that I was there to help. How was I going to explain to them I was the rescue party. I should go back to the parking lot and get my car and drive over to get them out quickly and run through a chain link fence if need be. It was about then my alarm clock screamed at me to wake up for work.

I really wish I continued the dream. It was very exciting!

LTK:
Holy shit this dream was amazing. I couldn't wait to wake up to write it all down.

The setting is this vast capitalist ultra-technological society, a megacity without end where people and androids live side by side. The Apples and Googles of the world still hold a lot of power here, but their vast resources have also made them more attractive to high-tech fraud and theft. The fuzziest part of my dream is when a hacked android infiltrates some corporate headquarters, which was this entire Deus Ex like scenario but it's too distant now, but it ended with the android walking into the CEO's office, about to access the air-gapped network on which the most valuable corporate secrets are stored.

But there's a twist. Behind him appears the CEO. He smiles knowingly. The android turns around and he knows his attempt failed. The CEO wipes the android's OS remotely and a counter appears. Corporate: 27568. Rebels: 5632. The Corporate number ticks up by one. This scenario repeats a few times, and at one point there's an old female android talking amicably to the CEO how one particular approach was almost certain to fail, but she tried it anyway because it was so exciting and all the other, more succesful approaches she'd already done so much that she was bored of them.

Now fast forward some time into the future. A black male android is talking to his human friend about the contacts he has within a pharmaceutical megacorporation, and brags about the tech and secrets he'll be able to steal. But in a network hub some distance away, a colossal snake-like machine approaches. Its head is formed out of hundreds of tubes, out of which emerge prehensile wires that pull out massive bundles of fiber-optic cables, searching for the communication channel that these guys are using. When it's found it, the entire machine splits apart in smaller wires and dives into the cables, fanning out fractally at incredible speed. The android knows he's been compromised and runs.

The next bit is similarly fuzzy, but he eventually arrives in the cyber-slums where most androids have their shitty living spaces (as opposed to the lush bioengineered habitats the rich people have) and he finds a female friend to talk about how much danger he's in. They used to have this friendly competitive dynamic, the rebels and the corps, but now he's being hunted down like an animal. It was only yesterday that they completed another heist with not much apparent ill will.

"Wait, yesterday?" the woman says. "That was two days ago. I thought you were in hiding for all of yesterday."

He thinks about it. This doesn't make any sense. How can an entire day just be missing from his memory? The stress and heat of the slums is making him sweaty, so he takes a swig of water. Then another, and almost downs the whole bottle. But wait, there's something wrong. This doesn't sound like how water is supposed to sound. In fact, it's buzzing. His water bottle was swarming with nanites!

In a panic, he runs out, but reality starts to break down for him. For me as well, and I can't remember much after this, other than desperately trying to wake up, failing, thinking I've woken up and trying to find a way to write this down, and then actually waking up and remembering less than half of what I wanted to write down. It was an absolute rollercoaster.

Case:
Your brain should talk to Bill Gibson's brain. Or Ridley Scott's.


Jeeze...

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