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It was interesting, the things you got used to and how quickly one could adjust sometimes. There seemed to always be a moment, when Tisarwat's implant connected again to the constant stream of information available back in her own universe, where it was a little overwhelming, and she realized that part of her had gotten used to the quiet of things back on Earth. But it never took her long at all to get back into it. For better or for worse.
Case in point, she'd been spending an increasing amount of time just sitting there, her lilac eyes glazed over, occasionally shifting as she mentally moved thrings around, looking inward and shifting through what seemed like a million different points of data. It always started as just a cursory glance at the day's news, picking out the headlines from the advertisements, the alerts for business hours and small queues at various noodle shops and serbat cafes they'd been frequenting, the middling local news on affairs she didn't care about to get to the important stuff. After all, at this point, it was pretty clear to her what they needed to do, it was just a matter of tracking the Geck movement so that they could figure out where to go next.
Because where the Geck were, she was almost positive Breq would follow, but she wanted to have a concrete plan before bringing it up to Seivarden.
Of course, the problem was that she would soon tumble down a sort of rabbit hole of information, following one article to the next, until she found herself mired in opinion, theories, conspiracies, about everything going on, everything with the Omken Federacy and the gates, far too much discourse on the authenticity of vestiges, concerns being voiced about this new AI delegate and what it means for the treaty (and, more importantly, what it means if they don't sign the treaty), the Radchaai involvement, speculation on how the Radchaai (excuse her a moment while she snorted at that one) were behind the AI and using it as just a means to get more power (which wasn't really a terrible idea and, honestly, only partially false, with her involved), the gathering Conclave and what it all meant and how long it would be and...
Essentially, she was deeply entrenched in the Radchaai equivilent of doomscrolling, with almost no sign of coing out soon, because when all of that was literally flashing right before your eyes, it could take an even stronger hold on you than when you were merely looking at a device in your hands.
Until she mindlessly reached her hand for one of the nutrient bars she knew was nearby, which unfortunately was making an increasing appearance in their diet as their funds were quickly dwindling and using the intimidation most Hwaeans felt regarding Radchaai could only get them so far.
She took an idle, distracted bite and was immediately pulled out of her doomscrolling to make a face, blinking her eyes clear as she looked down disparingly at the block of yeast in her hand, face scrunched in disgust.
"Ugh, who comes up with these flavors?"
She was pretty sure you could make a case that those flavors definitely violated the Treaty.
[[ for she who is with her, while we together traipse all over and bastardize the hell out of Provenance! ]]
Case in point, she'd been spending an increasing amount of time just sitting there, her lilac eyes glazed over, occasionally shifting as she mentally moved thrings around, looking inward and shifting through what seemed like a million different points of data. It always started as just a cursory glance at the day's news, picking out the headlines from the advertisements, the alerts for business hours and small queues at various noodle shops and serbat cafes they'd been frequenting, the middling local news on affairs she didn't care about to get to the important stuff. After all, at this point, it was pretty clear to her what they needed to do, it was just a matter of tracking the Geck movement so that they could figure out where to go next.
Because where the Geck were, she was almost positive Breq would follow, but she wanted to have a concrete plan before bringing it up to Seivarden.
Of course, the problem was that she would soon tumble down a sort of rabbit hole of information, following one article to the next, until she found herself mired in opinion, theories, conspiracies, about everything going on, everything with the Omken Federacy and the gates, far too much discourse on the authenticity of vestiges, concerns being voiced about this new AI delegate and what it means for the treaty (and, more importantly, what it means if they don't sign the treaty), the Radchaai involvement, speculation on how the Radchaai (excuse her a moment while she snorted at that one) were behind the AI and using it as just a means to get more power (which wasn't really a terrible idea and, honestly, only partially false, with her involved), the gathering Conclave and what it all meant and how long it would be and...
Essentially, she was deeply entrenched in the Radchaai equivilent of doomscrolling, with almost no sign of coing out soon, because when all of that was literally flashing right before your eyes, it could take an even stronger hold on you than when you were merely looking at a device in your hands.
Until she mindlessly reached her hand for one of the nutrient bars she knew was nearby, which unfortunately was making an increasing appearance in their diet as their funds were quickly dwindling and using the intimidation most Hwaeans felt regarding Radchaai could only get them so far.
She took an idle, distracted bite and was immediately pulled out of her doomscrolling to make a face, blinking her eyes clear as she looked down disparingly at the block of yeast in her hand, face scrunched in disgust.
"Ugh, who comes up with these flavors?"
She was pretty sure you could make a case that those flavors definitely violated the Treaty.
[[ for she who is with her, while we together traipse all over and bastardize the hell out of Provenance! ]]
