Comic 754 - Discuss movies

Posted on 18th Feb 2018, 10:08 PM in No Easy Way Out
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Morgenstern 18th Feb 2018, 10:08 PM edit delete
Everyone begins to haul the various blankets and pillows back to their original locations. You ask people what they thought of the movies.

"They were... fine, I suppose," Dr. Finch replies. "I just--"

"Ohhh," Michelle interrupts, "Finch, you better pick your next words carefully."

Dr. Finch smiles, almost chuckling. "It was the second one! The the the... the plot holes, the sheer ridiculousness of it all. The idea of a villain cloning himself for generation after generation to orchestrate some plan across the centuries--"

"See," Fuse says, "I thought that was a cool twist. Like, it wasn't just a big coincidence, the dude was just like... a mastermind."

"--But there's no conceivable way," Dr. Finch continues, "utterly no way he would be able to maintain mental stability and consistency across that many clones. Not just cloning his original body, but cloning his clones? There would be too much deviation in their brain patterns, their behavior--all it would take is one clone developing different priorities to bring the whole thing down, never mind possible physical deviation. One odd cell here, a mutation there--no matter how minor--and it all would have gone awry. In the end, it still came down to a series of coincidences."

"You're just overthinkin' it," Michelle replies.

"I can't not consider at least that far into it, it's required for the entire premise! There was no way for him to ensure that his plan would be executed perfectly from one clone to the next, except that the plot demanded--"

Dr. Finch stops. He squints, and stares blankly for a moment.

"Finch? You alright?," Michelle asks.

"I..." Dr. Finch begins, but stops, then starts again. "Yes. I just... I don't know. I felt like something was about to fall into place, and I couldn't quite reach it. You know, that... that that that feeling of an oncoming epiphany, but you're just... short."

There's a brief silence before Fuse speaks up.

"I don't think I've ever had an epiphany in my life."

Michelle grins. "Yeah, though. I barely know what an epiphany is."

Dr. Finch sighs. "I'm sure it will come to me later. I've been having quite a few of those ever since our little adventure with memories and neurological activity." He looks at you, adjusting his glasses. "I believe the extended sync may have slightly altered my reasoning skills--not in a particularly negative fashion, mind you, just... changed them. I'm still considering things as thoroughly as I usually do, I've just been considering different things lately."

"Cats," Fuse suggests.

"You wanna put flowers on stuff, don'tcha Finch?" Michelle offers.

Dr. Finch waves his hands, giving another sigh. "No, no, it's... more difficult to pin down, I fear. My mind keeps wandering in errant ways, and... I hope I can reach whatever it is my freshly amalgamated brain is pushing me toward before it all wears off."

"Yeah, well, you got time," Fuse replies. "I'm still a little more Blondie than I should be, and we oversynced a hella long time ago."

Michelle shrugs. "Eh, it was like a week ago."

"...Wait, seriously?," Fuse asks.

"Yeah," Michelle says with a nod. "When y'all went into Macland's head, right? And you got turned into a bug? Yeah, that was... like a week ago, ish."

"Holy shit," Fuse exclaims. "It feels like that was months ago."

"We been runnin', like, non-stop," Michelle replies. "S'why we needed a day like this. We've known Caius less than a month. Hell, we've known you less than a month."

Fuse rubs at his temples with one hand. "Man... this is actually freaking me out. It feels like we've known each other our whole lives at this point. We only met like two weeks ago, didn't we?"

"Less than that, even," Dr. Finch replies. "Part of it is purely perception--our hectic schedule and various, back-to-back brushes with death create a sense of weight. Significant, meaningful portions of our lives are happening rapidly, moments that redefine our world views occurring within days of each other."

"A week can feel like a year when you're in the trenches," Michelle adds.

"I do wonder if there isn't something more to it, however," Dr. Finch begins. "Caius... in particular, has made me think. He does not seem like the type to trust easily, on the whole."

"Shit, I'm not the type to trust easily," Fuse states.

Dr. Finch nods. "Yet he quickly fell in with the rest of us, as did you. Brothers in arms, practically overnight."

"I mean..." Fuse starts, giving a slight shrug. "I kinda had to. Blondie and Michelle went from being some random cops to the only people that knew what the hell was going on, like, in an instant. I lost all control of my body, my life, everything--I only got it back because Blondie gave it back. They could've killed me, but they didn't."

"And you didn't doubt them?," Dr. Finch asks. "Not for a moment? Consider how paranoid we were in regard to Jury--her intentions, her goals. We questioned her agenda every step of the way. Even when she helped us, we wondered why, or if there were ulterior motives involved."

"What're you tryin' to say, Finch?," Michelle asks.

Dr. Finch again turns to you. "I wonder if there's not something in the blood. Something nuanced, something slight... something influencing us in ways so faint we cannot even realize them. We've become like family in so short a time. Without your blood, I was hiding in a laundry machine. With it, I was fully prepared to face a monster at your request."

"I didn't get blooded 'til sorta recently," Michelle says. "I was doin' crazy shit for like a month without it."

"That..." Fuse starts to say something, but stops to reconsider how he's going to phrase it. "Eh, that might just... be you...? I don't want that to come off wrong, but like--uhh--how the hell do I say this? I'm staying in this fight because I feel like I need to make up for shit, and like this might be the only good I ever do. Caius is out for revenge, he's pretty up front about that. I'm not sure what Dr. Finch's deal is, I'm gonna guess he's here for the scientific novelty of the whole thing--"

"Not accurate, but a decent guess," Dr. Finch says with a nervous smile.

Fuse continues. "I feel like--and call me out if I'm wrong here--I feel like you're here for her. Like, specifically. Like, when all this is said and done--when Thale's dead or in jail or whatever, Lasker's banished to another fucking dimension or something, the city's safe and there's no more weird shit trying to kill us, can you tell me what your plans are without mentioning Blondie?"

There's a long silence. A tense one, somehow, though you're not sure why.

"Dr. Finch," Fuse says, turning to him. "What're your plans?"

"Assuming we survive this intact?," Dr. Finch replies, "I... there... my word, I've had so many revelations during all this, broken so much scientific ground, if I knew I had even a moment of peace I could... I could accomplish so much. If I don't end up in prison or worse, if there actually is an "after all this" worth talking about, I'm going to turn every paradigm on its head. What I know now could alter the landscape of modern science forever."

Fuse nods. "And I'm gonna do better for myself. I'd given up on getting out of the lower tiers, but... shit, Crease has a good job, a family, and he's just a regular guy. I'll probably be more robot than dude if I actually live through this shit, but... I get stuff now. I want to assert myself, climb out... hell, maybe even try to make a difference in the lower tiers. I don't know jack about politics, but I understand the problems better now--like, the big problems, the real problems."

Fuse looks to Michelle.

Michelle hesitates, but finally spits out, "I... wanna leave the city. See the world."

Fuse nods. He hesitates himself, not sure if he wants to push it any harder, but... "But not by yourself. Right?"

Michelle actually grits her teeth, tightening up a bit. "What's it matter?"

"Sorry," Fuse immediately replies. "My point is, you're... kind of an outlier. Again, I don't mean that in a bad way, just... I dunno. What if Dr. Finch is onto something? What if the blood's making us trust... other people with the blood? What if it's not just the camaraderie and the danger--what if the blood's pulling us together?"

Michelle considers it for a moment, staring at the floor. "Would that be so bad?"

"Not really," Fuse replies, "but it'd be a little weird. What if Caius would be totally pissed at the idea of being blooded? Like, at all? He got blooded before he knew what was going on, he consented after the fact. What if the blood made him cool with it? Or me, for that matter? I had one friend bail already--they took one look at this shit and they got out, but they weren't blooded yet. What if it's influencing us?"

Another lingering silence.

Michelle shakes her head.

"It ain't worth worryin' about," she says. "If it's really doin' all that, we don't have any way to tell, and there's nothin' we can do about it. It ain't makin' us want to do anything bad, anyway, it's just keepin' us from fightin' each other. S'just y'all overthinkin' everything."

Dr. Finch nods, and heads back toward his lab station. Fuse looks from Michelle, to you, but doesn't say anything else.

You ask Mom's red how long roughly it will be before you get a Baby Red--hours? Days?

"A few more hours, perhaps," the mouth states, "if I am interpreting hours correctly."

"You got any thoughts on this?," Fuse asks Mom's red.

"I do not," responds the giant mouth. "I cannot say I am all that acquainted with the concept of mixing that blood in natively human bodies, nor the possible effects of it. I hardly understand the human shape to begin with. What you all are doing is very... new. Your discoveries in this process are genuinely that: discoveries. Even I, with all that I have seen, all that I have been a part of... even I am still surprised by your collective accomplishments in these matters."

Dr. Finch faintly smiles.


BunnyMuffin 18th Feb 2018, 11:39 PM edit delete reply
That got... awkward. Fuse has a good point, though. *thinks intensely*
Yeah I think we should go to bed for now, or wait a little longer for the baby red.
Blue_Elite 19th Feb 2018, 12:01 AM edit delete reply
I mean, Fuse isn't technically wrong, it's been more than a few months our-time since that event with Macland's mind.

I'm going with either quick shenanigans (keeping in mind we don't want to get too involved in anything) or just call it a night and get a good sleep (maybe wakeup with everyone else instead of after everyone else for once... and get variety muffins for breakfast).

I had proposed on the previous page making a very small hole (either with a controlled fire by Fuse or any silent tools if we have them (like a small foldable saw)) and having Willard check out the crate room while it's evening and hopefully no one is around.
If it being evening doesn't matter for that then I'd vote to just head to bed.
Nayru9572 19th Feb 2018, 1:06 PM edit delete reply
Let's not go with fire: they might have a fire alarm in there, and just because it's controlled doesn't mean it won't smoke.
pkrankow 20th Feb 2018, 7:42 AM edit delete reply
Bit and brace? Cordless drill and holesaw? Willard should be able to fit a pretty small hole, less than 1 inch, depending on how overfed he is.

I would like to have an idea where this location is before risking the thin security obscurity brings.
Archon 19th Feb 2018, 12:37 AM edit delete reply
I suppose when this is all over we could try to remove the blood.
Fishbulb 19th Feb 2018, 9:34 AM edit delete reply
As long as the blood is subconsciously trying to ensure the survival of the collective, and not just Jane, is the bloody influence really a bad thing at the moment?
Bullwhip 19th Feb 2018, 10:22 AM edit delete reply
Since we have a little time before the baby red is ready and its close to night, could we get Michelle a new pet toy like the one we saw here crush while in her mind?
Madd 20th Feb 2018, 9:36 PM edit delete reply
Yeah, lets do that.
skybirds15 19th Feb 2018, 6:39 PM edit delete reply
Counterpoint: Macland pretty much hated us the entire time, until we got him out of the coma. Also, we hated him a fair amount as well.
Guost 19th Feb 2018, 11:52 PM edit delete reply
True, I still don't exactly like him. (though he did earn some points for how he treated Nil)
lil Joshu 20th Feb 2018, 10:51 PM edit delete reply
lil Joshu
Fair point. Also adds credence to my pheromone hypothesis (see below) as he never got a whiff of any of the crew.
PurpleKetchup 19th Feb 2018, 11:46 PM edit delete reply
Free will is overrated anyway.

...the blood, the blood, the blood...
Warp 20th Feb 2018, 3:33 AM edit delete reply
I expect Finch's lost epiphany is about the Blood or Geomantic magic allowing for continuity of consciousness from ancestor to descendant.
Memo 20th Feb 2018, 6:48 AM edit delete reply
It could also be about what Thale is doing.
If he cloned his body, and blooded the clone, he would not risc loose his mind un the process..
(Would blooding the clone even be necessary? )
pkrankow 20th Feb 2018, 7:43 AM edit delete reply
A clone would be independent in its own thinking, although it probably would be filled with mars blood.
Memo 20th Feb 2018, 9:11 AM edit delete reply
Yes, but if I remember correctly, he is taking over the minds of those close to him. Using blood powers. he should be able to do that to his clone as well.
Guost 20th Feb 2018, 11:38 AM edit delete reply
That makes sense. We know there are major health risks involved in relying on bio-printed blood but if you have backup bodies you can move into and still be the same mentally you don't need to worry as long as you can afford to keep it up, which Thale can.
Guest 20th Feb 2018, 5:38 PM edit delete reply
It'd be a damned pain to pop the real Thale, only to find out he scattered half a dozen bloody clones across the city.
chaosblitz 27th Mar 2018, 6:39 PM edit delete reply
Okay I haven't read farther than this point yet so this could be jossed already, but what if Thale's a clone of his father? I mean, his dad suddenly died fairly recently (from what I can remember), so what if he's actually his dad who's been cloned and put into a new body so that he could have better control of his pseudo-Red? just a thought.
Warp 20th Feb 2018, 10:21 PM edit delete reply
Finch's lost epiphany could also be connected to his last thought "the plot demanded it-", meaning he could have considered the concept of a meta-entity managing the causality of events, similar to the Red, or Nil, or even us.

Something which is quite possible, because consider, with magic at play, it is plausible to cast a "spell" that generates a magical-intelligence, like a classic "dungeon keeper" or "gate guardian" entity, or a classic "curse/blessing upon you and all your house" that somehow is intelligent yet limited enough to apply the effects of the spell from individual to individual in a nearly universal capacity.

Essentially, Finch's subconcious might have opened up to the concept of a extra-dimensional psychic intereference pattern that focuses on influencing events towards an initially established goal, or the magical generation of a "slaved hyper-turing" magical-artificial intelligence designed to handle the tedium of his plots between generations.

See here:
lil Joshu 20th Feb 2018, 10:49 PM edit delete reply
lil Joshu
Duh, pheremones.

Human pheremone signaling is almost exclusively based on the immune system, which is the same thing as our circulatory aka blood system. With the blood being integrated, normal human pheromones would trigger everyone with it to literally "smell like family". So that's probably what it is, everyone is instinctively responding as if everyone else is were biological family (which in a way, at this point, is partially true.)