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video; un: kovacs ( ft. the 11th doctor )
[ he's not really in the habit to go public on here, and he's much less likely to show his face usually, but considering his intent in this, he figures it helps to show a visual. the face he wears now, a few days into their return from giva, is probably more familiar to the people here than the one he was wearing around taeum, back to its usual display of bruises and cuts, having already returned to this body by the time he'd gotten into his fight with v'rizz, wasting little time in getting damage done to it again.
his old smoking habit is back to, fingers snatching the cigarette from between his lips so he can start speaking. ]
So, some of you might've seen me with a different face this past mission. I pretty much explained it to those few what the whole deal about it is, but — since it's not really a normal thing for people, I figured I can save everybody's time from having to provide the entire backstory every time.
[ because there's only so many times he could give a combined history-science lesson. ]
Where I come from, advancements in technology have allowed the extraction of human consciousness from the physical body. It can be stored and moved like data, and mostly we keep it in these discs called stacks, implanted in the back of the neck. [ his hand reaches back, tapping at his nape. ] It stores everything that makes a person who they are — personality, thoughts, instincts, memories. Which means a person can be moved around — downloaded and uploaded — from body to body. The physical is just ... sacks of flesh we call sleeves. You can even shoot down a body, destroy the heart and all the other organs, but as long as the stack is untouched, a person can survive. Just put the data from the stack into a different sleeve and life goes on.
[ it's a lot more complicated than that, if you involve the politics and economics and morality issues, but he figures the basics is enough for now. a sigh leaves him, bringing the cigarette back in and breathing in the smoke. ]
The sleeve I'm wearing now wasn't originally mine. How I got it and why is a whole other story that's not important — [ not for a public speech, anyway. ] The sleeve some of you saw me in while at Taeum ... is the one I was born with. But just like everything else in that place, it was mostly just bullshit tricks, so you're all stuck with this face again.
Oh! [ A completely different, yet additional familiar face pops up over Kovacs’ shoulder in his usual attire, dark coat and vest and bowtie. He waves. ] Hello! Sorry to interrupt, couldn’t quite help but overhear you talking a little bit about that ol’ ‘same person, different bodies’ bit. You see, I know a little something about that. Bit different, of course, but the concept’s really quite similar —
[ Yes, he’s just going to join Kovacs now. Sup. ]
Right. What you’ve said might be a little bit confusing if you haven’t got any experience with same-person-different-bodies, and — and what? Where are your drawings? The presentation?
[ There’s a shuffling as the Doctor turns to glance in Kovacs’ direction, and then his left, his right, and up towards the ceiling for good measure. ]
Discs and sleeves and stacks and all that, basically: bodily-wodily stuff. You, and the good-looking one are one and the same. Same person, different bodies. [ There’s a brief pause, and then: ] You know what, I think we’ll need a Powerpoint.
[ having a horrid flashback of the presentation the doctors attempted with trying to explain their own mutual existence, kovacs is quick to try shooing the other man away with a cigarette-holding hand. ]
We're not doing the shitty diagram strategy. [ a pause. ] Wait — what do you mean good-looking one?
( the blue text above is a guest appearance by the eleventh doctor. feel free to address either one of them! )
his old smoking habit is back to, fingers snatching the cigarette from between his lips so he can start speaking. ]
So, some of you might've seen me with a different face this past mission. I pretty much explained it to those few what the whole deal about it is, but — since it's not really a normal thing for people, I figured I can save everybody's time from having to provide the entire backstory every time.
[ because there's only so many times he could give a combined history-science lesson. ]
Where I come from, advancements in technology have allowed the extraction of human consciousness from the physical body. It can be stored and moved like data, and mostly we keep it in these discs called stacks, implanted in the back of the neck. [ his hand reaches back, tapping at his nape. ] It stores everything that makes a person who they are — personality, thoughts, instincts, memories. Which means a person can be moved around — downloaded and uploaded — from body to body. The physical is just ... sacks of flesh we call sleeves. You can even shoot down a body, destroy the heart and all the other organs, but as long as the stack is untouched, a person can survive. Just put the data from the stack into a different sleeve and life goes on.
[ it's a lot more complicated than that, if you involve the politics and economics and morality issues, but he figures the basics is enough for now. a sigh leaves him, bringing the cigarette back in and breathing in the smoke. ]
The sleeve I'm wearing now wasn't originally mine. How I got it and why is a whole other story that's not important — [ not for a public speech, anyway. ] The sleeve some of you saw me in while at Taeum ... is the one I was born with. But just like everything else in that place, it was mostly just bullshit tricks, so you're all stuck with this face again.
Oh! [ A completely different, yet additional familiar face pops up over Kovacs’ shoulder in his usual attire, dark coat and vest and bowtie. He waves. ] Hello! Sorry to interrupt, couldn’t quite help but overhear you talking a little bit about that ol’ ‘same person, different bodies’ bit. You see, I know a little something about that. Bit different, of course, but the concept’s really quite similar —
[ Yes, he’s just going to join Kovacs now. Sup. ]
Right. What you’ve said might be a little bit confusing if you haven’t got any experience with same-person-different-bodies, and — and what? Where are your drawings? The presentation?
[ There’s a shuffling as the Doctor turns to glance in Kovacs’ direction, and then his left, his right, and up towards the ceiling for good measure. ]
Discs and sleeves and stacks and all that, basically: bodily-wodily stuff. You, and the good-looking one are one and the same. Same person, different bodies. [ There’s a brief pause, and then: ] You know what, I think we’ll need a Powerpoint.
[ having a horrid flashback of the presentation the doctors attempted with trying to explain their own mutual existence, kovacs is quick to try shooing the other man away with a cigarette-holding hand. ]
We're not doing the shitty diagram strategy. [ a pause. ] Wait — what do you mean good-looking one?
( the blue text above is a guest appearance by the eleventh doctor. feel free to address either one of them! )
text; un: doctor.disco
Behold: Kovacs.JPEG ]
no subject
... what the hell does that even mean?
[ that's not even close to a helpful visual. ]
no subject
I believe I have demonstrated the advanced technology of your species, transferring the conscious into one humanoid vessel body via a cat in a hat.
Sometimes pictures read louder than words.
no subject
[ sometimes he asks himself what it is that either of the doctors see when they look at the world and then other times, he immediately aborts the questions because that's a strange hell he'd rather not step into. ]
no subject
Shall I draw a diagram then of a 20th-century boombox and cassette tape? Perhaps one that sings to the tune of death metal?
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[ the other doctor was insistent on the same thing too. where are your drawings? he was asking. like if he's supposed to make a whole damn picture book to explain a simple concept. ]
You can get a point across without attaching a whole sequence of metaphors, you know.
no subject
[ You are asking two of the same individual who, on any regular day, will gladly write out their hyper-complex quantum mechanics equation on the back of a Denny’s kids’ menu with crayons. All while finishing the kiddie crossword puzzle to show it who’s boss. Sometimes the complexities of the universe just go BRRRRR — ]
Once you get to my age, you realize the importance of variety. It’s the spice of life. Sometimes piddly words needs a few rainbow sprinkles.
no subject
[ honestly, this is why he doesn't get into the whole public speech thing much. most of the time, it'll just turn into something else entirely. and with this one around — well, all attempts to keep to basics just goes right out the window. ]
Besides, I'm trying not to reach your age. All these different bodies and living forever — even if it's in my world, I'd rather leave that to you guys.
no subject
That’s what I said when I was your age. [ A beat. ] Then I reached nine hundred and things took a turn.