...I honestly don't know.
...I remembered some more stuff. A lot more.
-Boop! Hologram
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Hello! Finally got that working, have you?
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Leaps to his feet and stares at the hologram-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?So, let's get the obvious out of the way. Me, Time Lord, built this, aliens, temporal disassociation, have we got all that, good. Anyway, hi there! I'm you. Kind of. Well... not a regeneration. Well, I am. Well, I'm not. See, cloning a Time Lord, that's tricky business, and, long story short, I died. But, you know how that song and dance goes...
There was a bunch of time camping with these people... I guess they were his friends. Then being hungry a lot. Wooden cabin out in the sticks. Then the last one...
edited 5th Feb '13 10:52:07 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistTemporal dissociation. You're displaced from your timestream and cloned. And you're me. Got it.
-Had actually shut himself in his room, but she can eavesdrop-
edited 5th Feb '13 10:55:04 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?But see, here's the thing — 's not just me, and it's not just the city. It's everything. The people, the memories — especially the memories! It's how I'm you. They do a neural scan, then convert it into chemical form, mix it with blank unmapped synapses, presto. Every single person in this city, perfectly cloned, right down to the soul. And then they mix 'em up, like paint on a pallet. One day he's a carpenter, next he's a CEO, next, a bum on the streets — every time they change the city, they change the people. Nasty stuff, though. You don't want to get caught. You get integrated, and... well, I can't see a way they'd get you back out again.
...I'd rather not talk about it.
...
What the hell is happening to me? I — -Takes out his cell phone and looks at his eyes again-
...All those people. I killed people. I should feel shocked, or appalled, or — or something, happy, if I'm that kind of guy, but... it doesn't feel like anything. It feels like I'm used to it.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistWhat, he didn't... feel anything, or what?
I don't know what species they are, but I do know that there aren't many of them left. They use dead bodies as vessels — steady supply of protein, iron, slightly alkaline environment, good stuff. Oh, and they don't like water. Disrupts the neurokinetic field rather violently, as you've probably seen, and they don't are you actually replying to yourself? I'm a recording, I can't hear you! I bet you are, aren't you! You've always loved to hear yourself talk, anyway! I'll be helping out wherever possible, and I've made a sort of emergency backup safehouse, dunno if you've found it yet, but if I can get into contact, I'll show you. Too dangerous to put it on here. Can't have all your eggs in one basket, can we? Oh! I've got some stuff to do, but until then, arrivederci!
-And it's over-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist... One day I'm going to say arrivederci.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Yeah... just wanted to think. Come in, I guess.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist