thecomputer | DEAD 02

[Greetings, terminatees!]

[You regain consciousness in a waiting room of some sort. Something is clearly odd - your entire body is slightly transparent, and everything you were carrying with you aside from your clothes is gone. On the plus side, you seem to be impervious to all harm.]

[There is an end table with two stacks of papers. One is a large area to write in (there is a small assortment of pens next to this), and the other all bear the same message:]

Congratulations! You have died.

Please wait in this area until such time as the exercise is terminated. At that time, you will be transferred to your appropriate afterlife. If you were assigned a Communist role, rest easy knowing that any ultimatum given as part of your motivation was false.

If you have any questions, please shout them into the air, and a representative will get back to you within 5-100,000 business days. If you have any final messages for the living, please write them on form B and submit it into the slot in the south wall. Delivery is not guaranteed.

[Sure enough, there’s a slot. In addition, a hallway connects this room with a much larger room, not unlike a movie theatre. A large screen on the far wall shows various events back in the facility as they unfold in real time. A side alcove provides slightly transparent popcorn and a water cooler, although hunger, thirst and exhaustion don’t seem to exist here.]

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Moge-ko already have lots of Mogekos who love her. They're her toys. And if anyone doesn't love her, she plays with them until they break.

[.........]

It's a good thing we're both dead.

Yes, it's a good thing for you. ♪

I don't bruise easily but I'm also not a fan of pain.

[He is already wishing that maybe he'd struck up a conversation with Miss Justice over there.]

Why do you have the same name as your 'toys?'

Moge-ko's name has a hypen in it. Also you say it with a different pitch. Moge-ko. Mogeko. See? Different. ♪

[That's... very confusing.

But he won't judge; his name is Greed.]

What kind of place are you from? I'm sure it's much more interesting that where I am.

[Greed, stop engaging the yandere.]

Moge-ko Castle is a place born from nightmare that expands and contracts, same as us Mogekos. It's not a place where you can find reason. I rule over an entire floor. ♪

[And yet it still sounds like less of a shithole than the place he's from.]

It sounds like a party.

It is if you're Moge-ko. ♪

I might not be you but I know a few things about throwing a party.

A long, long time ago, I helped incite a war that destroyed a city. It might not be the same as a castle born from nightmares, but I think I did a hell of a job.

Did you have fun?

Of course I had fun.

I've never had so much fun since.

Just like you had fun in your castle.

It's so fun hurting and killing.

I'm not so much in the killing game anymore, but wreaking havoc? That's one thing I'll miss.

This damn computer won't even let us do hauntings like proper ghosts.

Oh, that's also fun. ♪

If it let us haunt, it'd spoil the game. It's a dumb game, though. ♪

The real question is why keep us here at all?

I don't believe friend computer is altruistic enough to care about where the souls of a group of murderers go.

Maybe it doesn't want to let us go. I know I wouldn't let me go if I had me. ♪

Maybe you're right.

After all, who's to say it destroyed all of our clones.

Well, who cares. After all, they aren't me. ♪

If that thing can shove your soul into them, what's the difference?

If we can find a spare one hanging around you can go right back to doing what you did before.

Just like I have unfinished business.