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Henrietta watches the jungle fade away beneath them as the Osprey lifts off. Her eyes are wistful, thoughtful. "It's remarkable how much we have learned, but how little we know..." she says absently. On board the Eleanor Roosevelt, she relaxes with a cup of tea until Hathaway signals that it is time to go. She offers him a hug, rather than a handshake. To the others, she says, "Isn't this the part where someone says, 'We make a pretty good team'?"
I am more than willing to continue. I like the concept of the campaign, and I am enjoying the character (other than being a little disconnected the past few weeks, but that's on me, not you). What would I like to see? I'm really not certain what I would see more of. Hyde would certainly like more action, but Henrietta is more sedate and thoughtful. I think a mix of the two is good. Recruiting sounds good to me, but yes, there is an issue of posting frequency. For my part, I do not object to the GM botting me if I am holding things back.
Henrietta watches in horror as the vines form and immediately assumes her other form.
"They call us monsters, Dr. Quan, but I think you will find that humans are the true monsters." She shakes her head sadly. "What Mr. Hathway says is true, but... they can lie dormant for long periods in the right conditions, such as a host."
Well, if I remember my Egyptian mythos, Isis and Thoth worked well together on more than one occasion.
Henrietta raises an eyebrow, listening with rapt attention. "Do you know how the virus escaped containment?"
Henrietta awakens with the dawn and is on deck to watch the sun rise. She watches the dolphins with fascination, but takes care not to disturb the singer.
Henrietta is so caught up in the sights and sounds around her that she doesn't see the danger until Harker calls out. Startled from her reverie, she reacts with characteristic swiftness, calling forth her alter ego.
Henrietta enjoys the trip, getting to see things that she had never experienced in person before. She readily identifies plants and animals for the others (whether they are interested or not), excitedly pointing out everything along the route.
Henrietta smiles broadly, clearly approving of Sehkmet's handling of the situation. She laughs and moves to help the Bride select a new shirt for the cat-woman.
Henrietta is drawn to the sound of the roar and the melee, and briefly considers summoning Hyde, but waits instead to see how Sehkmet handles this.
Henrietta is browsing when she goes to reach for her brush, noticing it missing! "I must have dropped it back when, no... it was those kids!" She scowls for a moment, but then breaks back into a smile. Maybe they needed it more than she, and she could always get another.
Henrietta is taken by the urchins and accepts a flower for her hair. "I guess we don't need a guide, thank you."
At the Night Market, Henrietta follows the others ashore, fully expecting trouble.
Henrietta spends much of the journey in study, but will assist as necessary. She wears a more appropriate outfit consisting of shorts, boots, socks, and a polo shirt. A pair of sunglasses tops off the ensemble. During the plane ride and the boat journey, she is studying as much as she can to try to analyze the blood (assuming even rudimentary lab equipment is available).
Henrietta turns to the Bride. "Unfortunately, not much. I might be able to recall a few of the basics, but that's about it."
Hyde pauses, accepts the beer, and returns to Henrietta after a few sips, who promptly sets the drink down. "Did it say a genome and implant?" she asks, unsure she heard correctly.
"Definitely," Henrietta replies.
"Mermaids... and all of the deaths were near water, were they not? Mermaids of lore lured unwary sailors to devour their flesh. A connection, perhaps?"
Stricken with a sudden thought, Henrietta absently browses the mermaids book.
Henrietta merely shrugs and follows Helen.
The form of Ms. Hyde shrinks slightly, her skin resuming a more normal pallor and her hair becoming less wild. Her muscular form assumes the figure of a slight woman. In place of the monster that stood there seconds before, there now stands Henrietta. She nods in agreement with Sehkmet and follows the others to the limousine.
"Do we go in? I know someone who can open the doors for us." Henrietta suggests teasingly. While her Ms. Hyde identity is a separate personality, they share memories.
Agreed.
"And this is what has always worried me about the singularity, That Those ascended to AI would see organics as just tools, Things to use. While they remove, hope, love, care, from themselves. If Empathy can be deleted what will we become. This is why my ship does not have a complicated AI. Because thinking like this, Well I can see how Sehkmet range is totally justified to be honest. And as my friend Frank Herbert put it, “Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind." He know what he was talking about. "But Kendall was quite insistent that she was capable of emotion. Is she just an AI playing at being human? Or is she something more?"
Henrietta is taken aback by Sehkmet's actions, but holds her tongue, understanding the avatar's frustration. She leaves the room with the others, her gaze lingering for a few seconds on the remains of the now-silent screen where Kendall had appeared moments ago.
Henrietta is fascinated by the electronic Kendall. Turning to Kendall, she asks pointedly, "Are you actually Kendall, or are you an AI programmed with the memories of Kendall? Can you feel emotion?"
I'm still very interested. My silence is largely because I have a convention coming up in about three weeks and we're not nearly ready. I am the game room director and my wife is the con director. She is 90% blind and I am her eyes, so I have to take dictation and read her emails, as well as anything she needs to be typed or written. I should be more immersive after March 9, but please don't feel like I am bored. The truth is much to the contrary.
Henrietta is taken aback by the appearance of Kendall's image. "Remarkable," she half-whispers. She is momentarily confused when Hathaway's voice sounds in her head, but she quickly realizes what is happening and mentally signals her agreement.
Henrietta watches Jonathon work with an appreciative low whistle.
Henrietta looks a little dismayed but takes the offered body parts. "Can you hear and see through these?"
Henrietta nods. "I'll go with you to investigate the company, Mr. Harker."
I'm going camping off the grid this weekend and will not have Internet access, so please bot me as necessary.
"Humanoids from the Deep"?" Henrietta muses, her mind referencing an old horror film. It was a silly notion and she quickly dismissed it. She considers the photos again. "This looks like it could be an alligator tooth." She turns to Green. "What did the boys at the lab make of it?"
Henrietta begins by searching databases looking for more details about the backgrounds of the women in question.
Henrietta looks at Lord Hathaway. "Do you have a networked terminal I could use?"
Henrietta browses the photos carefully, examining each with an appraising eye. "Do we have access to the autopsy reports?" she asks, "Or perhaps the remains themselves?" Realizing that others are looking at her, she clears her throat. "Sorry to be so direct, but further examination of the bodies might reveal hidden clues."
"Oooh, whale watching! How exciting!" She sounds genuinely thrilled at the idea.
"Hot chocolate, please, if you have it." Henrietta replies, looking up. She gazes out at the ice fields. She turns to Sehkmet. "Oh, nothing very interesting, I'm afraid. Although... Of late, I've been heavily involved in cancer research. We've made some promising advances. Did you know that sharks have a remarkable immune system? They aren't invulnerable to cancer, but they are resistant to it. They also show faster wound recovery than the average human."
Henrietta appears on deck, dressed in a fur parka and matching hat, with a muffler protecting her hands. "My, but it's cold!" She breathes out, watching the mist form from her breath.
Finally finished. Here's Henrietta.
Well, shucks. Good job those who got selected and have fun.
Yes, it is appreciated.
I'm guessing that I didn't get selected? If so, darn, but have fun, all.
Good luck to all. I've got some really strong competition and I can only hope that my banality plays in my favor.
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