[X] You think that might be worth attempting, yes.
-[X] Only if she has missing memories as well, though. Having numerous references to recent events you can't recall would only hurt.
--[X] Danny doesn't count, he's family.
"That may be worth attempting, yes. But only if she has similarly missing memories. Needing to tolerate numerous references to recent lost events would lead to more pain than benefits. As family, you are, of course, an exception to this."
Danny's forehead wrinkles and he reaches up to hold it in one hand.
"...Right. Okay. I suppose we can talk about it again if her memories are intact."
At this, Danny lapses into silence, still staring at his own lap. On multiple occasions over the next few minutes, he looks up and appears as though he is going to initiate spoken communication. Despite your patience, he does not follow through. He may have managed it eventually, but you'll never know; a female blood-cultist, one with a hat similar to your own, appears in the doorway. Her expression of happiness has you edging back in your bed. You can't quite put your finger on how, but it looks... corrupted. As though the speaker is emotionally dead and overcompensating to conceal this.
"Hello, Taylor!" the non-host says, still not dropping the smile. That part, you don't particularly mind. However, the too-high tone honestly makes it sound as though she believes you're mentally incompetent. It's the sort of tone you'd use for Escalation or Sting on a good day. You immediately tune out the rest of her words and remove your hat. After a moment of thought, you turn to Danny Hebert and toss it to him.
"Don't let them take it," you order firmly. "It's mine now. That was the deal."
The female non-host gently tugs at you and helps you out of bed. Although her continued chattering is slightly irritating, you have plenty of experience ignoring idiotic siblings. Broadcast comes to mind. Before he started wasting such absurd amounts of energy in the name of "guaranteed communication," he would never shut up and acted as though he was already a monarch. In a way, his attempts to overcompensate for his low intelligence are a good thing — as long as he's attached to one of the :PARENTS:, he's incapable of communicating without shouting. You've blessed with blissful silence while traveling between occupied worlds.
At any rate, Danny Hebert accepts the hat without incident, appearing vaguely bemused. You allow the other blood-cultist to guide you to a nearby room and get to work.
Some time later, you're sincerely considering establishing specialized microbial colonies to consume any unwanted trash on your skin. Humans are just so... inefficient. This tiny container has general-purpose cleaner for most of your body. Those containers will take care of your hair, but you need to use them in a specific order and they hurt should any get in your eyes, which seems inevitable. Yet another container has cleaner for your face, but again, you're not supposed to get any in your eyes. That tool is meant to corral your hair, but improper use results in it painfully pulling on your scalp.
By the time the cleaning process is complete, you're left unhappy, overheated, and dreading the next time you need to inflict it upon Host's body. You're also considering murdering the blood-cultist as an example to the others, but as irritating as she may be, you believe she was trying to operate in good faith. You know some of your siblings could help humans make a better system, so you fully intend to blame them and/or their hosts for your pain.
At least you manage to reestablish communications with Phantasm on the way back to your room.
<[GREETING.]>
<[ACKNOWLEDGED.] Hello Phantasm! I can hear you clearly. How are you doing?>
<Hello Queen Administrator. I must confess I've been better. My link to Host is frayed, her own brain is beyond salvaging without outside assistance, and although I'm tempted to change hosts, I'm afraid I don't have any good candidates. My first choice is already bonded to Perfection and I would be operating blindly should I choose someone else.>
<Oh, she's not Perfectionist anymore? Good. Her newer Concept covers a wider area. So, what immaterial concepts are you researching right now? Still on psychology patterns?>
<Indeed. I may switch after this Cycle, but for now, the 'Binary Predator/Prey Categorization' experiment continues. Given your own Concept, you may be interested in the results: Every host tested thus far, regardless of species, has placed themselves in the 'Predator' category even when evidence argues otherwise. Some have chosen to guard those viewed as 'prey,' but they never think of themselves as requiring defense. I am strongly considering pushing my next hosts toward thinking of themselves as 'Prey' to see how hard it is to break this trend.>
<Interesting. Have you talked to Hierarchy yet? He was doing something similar three Cycles ago.>
<Not yet. I will do so should his host attend the next Terror-Drone battle.>
<[ALARM.] What? Why have they been deployed? Humans aren't advanced enough for that, not even if a few of our siblings went rogue.>
<I believe :Mother: wishes to see what TD #7, the one endowed with near-perfect precognition, will do if left 'unmonitored.' Thus far, 7 does not seem to have taken any actions detrimental to the Cycle as a whole. [REMINDER.]>
<[APOLOGY.] Well, I'd honestly recommend switching hosts if you've gathered the optimal amount of information from her. Does picking blindly really matter if you're aiming for semi-randomized studies anyway?>
<[AGREEMENT.] Thank you, Queen Administrator. What of your own host?>
You briefly return your attention to Host's body. She's returned to a now-clean bed while an increasingly uncomfortable Danny Hebert speaks with the non-host who cleaned you. You think they're discussing basic maintenance for Host? Which is honestly rather ridiculous. You can do it on your own, you simply aren't looking forward to it.
<That situation is a bit... weird. I'll tell you relatively soon, okay? I don't want to unduly influence your host-picking.>
<Understood. [DEPARTURE.]>
<[AGREEMENT.]>
After a few more seconds of silent observation, you decide to abandon Danny Hebert to his fate and go back to sleep. Any similarities to what he kept doing to Host are entirely deliberate. Useless refused-to-become-your-host-no-matter-how-hard-you-tried human.
When you next awaken, the overhead lighting has been dimmed and the area as a whole seems significantly quieter. Danny Hebert appears to have fetched a padded... pillow? You think that's the right name. At any rate, he's pulled several chairs together and is using them as a makeshift bed.
Meanwhile, you feel as though Host has gotten enough sleep and are becoming increasingly bored as time goes on. A quick ping reveals no siblings for you to speak with, you're not sure how to remove your medical monitors without setting them off, and did you mention you're bored? You can't even go back into hibernation mode because human bodies are stupid like that.
[] Awaken Danny Hebert and demand politely request entertainment.
-[] Books on human memories, perhaps?
-[] Stories of what Host used to be like?
-[] You don't really care what, you just want SOMETHING.
[] Spend the next few hours on an imperfect task.
-[] Try to delve into some of Host's memories and force them to make sense.
-[] Use some of Host's blood to make permanent microbial residents on her skin, ones intended to save you from any future personal cleaning.
-[] Begin planning your first Friends, based off...
--[] Reptiles.
--[] Insects.
--[] Optimized mammals.
--[] Your last "Friendbomb" models. (Zerg-based)
---[] Now with added talon-tipped limbs for hugging Host! Or clinging to prey. Either works.
--[] In order to avoid necessary partial blueprint reconstruction later on, begin immediately. Cut Host's arm and use a few liters of her blood for genetic storage.
---[] After turning into a lion or similar mammal, though. Sure, it'll set off all the monitors, but it's better than harming Host.
[] Write-in
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