Pegasus

".. Sorry," I murmur. The apology eases some of the tension in Locke's shoulders. He just nods in silent acknowledgement. //- Locke slightly approves. // (if: $chickenIntro is false and $lockeIntro is true)[ [[// Turn to Chicken]] [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]] ] (if: $lockeIntro is true and $chickenIntro is true)[ [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]] ] (set: $locke to $locke + 1)

"Yes, fine, you're right: I //am// attracted to my spaceship," I declare, earning a giggle from Chicken to my left. Locke, as if on cue, leans forward to press ''PLAY'' on the poorly engineered CD player I installed months ago. The room fills with the crisp lyrics of an old Earth song: // I'm In Love With My Car.// We all sit in silence for a moment, the spaceship humming under us like a laugh. "I've known people with sexual preferences far stranger than that of a spaceship," Locke smirks, twirling the stolen screwdriver between his fingers like a taunt. "But there's no reason for you to expose the rest of us to your perversions." //- Locke slightly approves.// [[// Turn off the music in defeat]] [[// It's a good song, let it play! Own it!]] [[// Grab the screwdriver and throw it at him]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1)

"I'm not sexually attracted to my spaceship," I spit in defense. Locke's smirk widens, lazy and victorious. (if: $lockeIntro is true)["Oh, is //that// so?" He drawls with amusement, stopping the screwdriver from spinning. It points to the poorly engineered CD player I installed months ago like a prosecutor. "Why don't we ask the lady herself?" Before I can stop him, Locke is leaning forward to press ''PLAY''. The room fills with the crisp lyrics of an old Earth song: // I'm In Love With My Car.// "Seems to me, we have all the evidence we need right here, //Captain//." ](else:)[I turn on the radio The room fills with the crisp lyrics of an old Earth song: // I'm In Love With My Car.// Locke smirks.] [[// Turn off the music in defeat]] [[// It's a good song, let it play! Own it!]] [[// Grab the screwdriver and throw it at him]]

"It's chicken sounds, Chicken," I deadpan. The alien girl's mouth forms into an o, as if slowly piecing things together. Then she claps her hands once, grinning. "Oh, I get it now!" The clucking stops when I switch the computer's voice back to what it was before. //- Chicken slightly approves. // (if: $lockeIntro and $chickenIntro is true)[ [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]] ] (if: $lockeIntro is false)[ [[// Turn to the culprit->// Give Locke the stink eye]] [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

[I jerk my head to the right, copper sharp in my eyes when they land on the culprit of my dear Pegasus' desecration. " Do not look so scandalized, Captain." Locke's smirk betrays his guilt. " I simply bestowed her a personality befitting your //questionable// sexual attraction to mechanical objects," he continues, twirling a stolen screwdriver between nimble fingers. I fell right into his bait. He is smug about it.] [[// Declare yourself a proud mechanophiliac]] [[// Tell him to remove the voice changer]] [[// Deny his accusations]] (set: $lockeIntro to true)

The mocking lilt of his voice goads me to snatch the screwdriver from his hand. In a moment of unbridled anger, I lob it at him. It hits him in the chest. "A brutal act of mechanical rebellion, truly," Locke sneers, scrambling for the screwdriver before it falls to the floor. The radio mocks me with its song. My other crew mate, Chicken, laughs behind us, unaware of how my blood thrums with memory. A part of me regrets the act of violence, another tells me that's just what zeroes deserve. //- Locke slightly disapproves.// (if: $chickenIntro is false)[ [[// Turn to Chicken]] [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]]] (else-if: $lockeIntro and $chickenIntro is true)[ [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]] ] [[// Apologise]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1)

"It's a good song. Written by the queen of Earth," I inform, nodding along to the lyrics as they drift from the speakers. Locke lifts his brow as if he wants to correct me, but only sighs and leans back in his seat with a grin. "The //Queen// wrote this? My, such talent," he hums, discarding the screwdriver into his cupholder. //- Locke slightly approves. // (if: $lockeIntro is true and $chickenIntro is false)[ [[// Turn to Chicken]] [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]]] (else-if: $lockeIntro and $chickenIntro is true)[ [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]] ] (set: $locke to $locke + 1)

"Enough about flirtatious computers and spaceships," I mutter, gesturing to the approaching moon. “Eudaimonia, the// pleasure preserve//," my voice drips with barely concealed contempt as I bring my crew back on our course. “We arrive as guests, follow their customs, don’t threaten anyone and we don’t draw attention to ourselves. We find the Preserver, retrieve whatever data he has on me, and we leave.” I hesitate, finally turning to look at my companions - My family. “Eudaimonia is not an enemy, but don't forget why we are here. The Preserver has something that belongs to me. My memories. My past-" //My purpose//. I look between them. “Anything to add?”  [[// Listen to Locke->Locke info 1]] [[// Listen to Chicken->Chicken info 1]]

"We do not have time for nonsense," I mutter, reaching over to remove the voice modifyer. Chicken makes a sound of protest, but doesn't push it any further. Instead, she turns to watch the moon in front of our ship. //- Chicken slightly disapproves. // (if: $lockeIntro and $chickenIntro is true)[ [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]] ] (else-if: $lockeIntro is false)[ [[// Turn to the culprit->// Give Locke the stink eye]] [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]]] (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

"Don't worry about it," I say with an overbearing smile. The clucking stops when I switch the computer's voice back to what it was before. Chicken continues watching me, hoping I will change my mind and let her in on the inside joke that had both me and Locke grinning. When I don't, she turns to watch the moon ahead of us with a slight frown. //- Chicken slightly disapproves. // (if: $lockeIntro and $chickenIntro is true)[ [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]] ] (else-if: $lockeIntro is false)[ [[// Turn to the culprit->// Give Locke the stink eye]] [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]]] (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

"Change it back, we don't have time for this," I command. Locke rolls his eyes theatrically, and instead of obeying he leans forward to press ''PLAY'' on the poorly engineered CD player I installed months ago. The room fills with the crisp lyrics of an old Earth song: // I'm In Love With My Car.// I freeze up, staring at his annoyingly smug face. "Always so serious, Captain. It was a //jest//," He drawls, twirling the stolen screwdriver between his fingers like a taunt. //- Locke slightly disapproves.// [[// Turn off the music in defeat]] [[// It's a good song, let it play! Own it!]] [[// Grab the screwdriver and throw it at him]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1)

"Not a bad idea," I say. Chicken watches with rapt fascination as I unlock the console and upload one of the voice files stored in our databank. When the computer speaks again, it is not flirtatious, but with the clucking of a hen. We all sit in silence for a moment, then Locke chuckles to my right. "That's not my voice," Chicken points out, head tilted in confusion. //- Chicken slightly approves. // [[// Explain the joke]] [[// Tell her not to worry about it]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

I turn off the radio. It only makes Locke's smirk wider, as if he knows he won this round. (if: $lockeIntro is true and $chickenIntro is false)[ [[// Turn to Chicken]] [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]]] (if: $lockeIntro is true and $chickenIntro is true)[ [[// Continue the briefing->eudamonia intro]]]

I turn to look at Chicken. (if: $lockeIntro is true)["I like the new voice, it makes her feel alive!" Chicken quips. "Can we use my voice next?"](else:)["Did you change the computer's voice?" I ask. "I didn't - But can I pick the next one?" Chicken chirps. "Maybe Locke can find one that sounds like me," a tilt of her head reveals she is already letting her mind wander to countless different opportunities.] [[// That's a great idea. Let's do it right now]] [[// Why not suggest a voice that is just animal sounds? Wouldn't that great fun? (sarcasm may occour)]] [[// Reject it immediatiely]] (set: $chickenIntro to true)

"Why don't we just make the computer speak in animal lingo while we're at it, hm?" I say exasperated, hands slapping my thigh. "Oh, yes please!" Chicken does not pick up on my sarcasm. I roll my eyes, but feel a twinge of guilt at her excitement. I unlock the console and upload one of the voice files stored in our databank. When the computer speaks again, it is not flirtatious, but with the clucking of a hen. We all sit in silence for a moment, then Locke chuckles to my right. "That's not my voice," Chicken points out, head tilted in confusion. [[// Explain the joke]] [[// Tell her not to worry about it]]

(char-style: via (t8n-delay:pos*50)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[ //I am Astrid. //] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:3s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[I am also captain of the Pegasus space crew: a small collection of outlawed misfits who, like me, have nowhere to return to. When I ask them what they think of my captaining style, they usually describe me as: [[// A professional captain->// Professional]] [[// An honest captain->// Honest]] [[// A cool captain->// Cool]] ] (set: $location to "pegasus")

The Entertainment District rises before us like a city built from a child’s violent dream. Every street competes for attention. Floating arenas hang between towers, alien performers dance across holographic stages and visitors chase impossible prizes. The Eudaimonian Link hums: //WELCOME TO THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT. MAXIMIZE YOUR JOY. // I watch a group of strangers celebrate around a game booth. A losing player bursts into laughter as the machine instantly rewards them with a second chance. Amazed, Chicken says: “The Preserver created a place where you never have to stop having fun!" Locke scoffs, as if he knows the truth behind the madness. “No. They designed a place where nobody is //allowed// to stop.” [[// Ask if he's been here before->// "Have you been here before?”]] [[// Accuse him of having been here before->// "You've seen this place before."]] [[// Imply he is speaking from personal experience->// "Speaking from personal experience?”]] (set:$location to "ED") (set:$ED to true)

The final habitat is different. There are no alien landscapes and no impossible ecosystems. Just Earth, or at least, someone's memory of it. A vast blue sky stretches above us. Clouds drift lazily over green fields. A city skyline rises in the distance, frozen in a version of humanity that I never knew. The hologram appears. ''Species: Homo Sapiens'' ''Status: Unknown.'' ''Participants are convicted individuals transferred through the Interstellar Exchange Program or descendants thereof. All individuals are provided safety, community, and purpose.'' I stare at the last word. But before I can dwell on it, someone catches my attention: An older woman watches me from a bench. Her hair is grey, face lined with age and scars. [[// I remember her->// Purpose]] (set:$location to "zoo")

The Guard points us toward another glowing pathway. “The Entertainment District contains the Wellness Pavilion. Once your certification is complete, Pleasure Gardens access will be granted.” I watch the crowds moving through the park. Everyone is smiling and belonging There are no soldiers or orders. No Ones or Zeroes. Just people enjoying a world built for them. [[// Follow the rules and head to the Entertainment District]] [[// Question the health check]] [[// Make a joke to prove you don't care]] (set: $pzFirst to true)

The humidity rises long before we reach the next habitat. Warm mist curls around giant mushrooms taller than trees. Soft light pulses beneath translucent roots, spreading through the forest like a heartbeat. The air smells sweet and familiar. Chicken stops walking. The enclosure is full of children. Little humanoids with Chicken's eyes and gills, no taller than my waist, chase one another through glowing ferns. They laugh, falling into moss before disappearing beneath enormous fungal caps. When one child touches a mushroom, its colors ripple across the forest. A hologram appears. ''Species: Myceliens.'' ''Status: Not threatened. Population sustained through the Preservation Breeding Initiative.'' ''Young remain within protected habitats until their first bloom. Upon maturity, individuals are reunited with their designated family groups and begin serving their ecological purpose in the Pleasure Gardens.'' Locke opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but catches himself. Chicken stares. Before we move on, I say: [[// They look happy and healthy->species 4]] [[// They don't know any better->species 4]] [[// This is actually fucked up->species 4]]

The next habitat is silent. An artificial moon stretches beneath a violet backdrop mimicking a sky. Faux fragments of distant planets drift slowly through the air like snow in a globe. Several enormous creatures move across the weightless landscape. Long-legged. Horse-like. Their translucent manes shimmer with starlight as they lower their heads to graze on glowing particles. One stops and turns. When its eyes meet mine, there is nothing animal about them. The hologram hums to life. ''Species: Holkin.'' ''Status: Extinct.'' ''Population Preserved. Native to interstellar debris fields and desolate moons'' ''Average lifespan: 640 years.'' ''Highly intelligent social predators.'' ''Known to display advanced reasoning, tool use and emotional manipulation.'' ''The Preserver believes every civilization deserves preservation—even those unable to preserve themselves.'' The Holkin keeps watching us. It doesn't blink. Chicken lowers her voice. "Do you think it understands us?" Locke doesn't answer. Before we move on, I say: [[// If they're extinct, it's good they're being preserved here->species 3]] [[// They must like it here, otherwise they'd have found a way out ->species 3]] [[// 'Tool users', but they don't have thumbs. Tragic->species 3]]

The first habitat stretches beneath a shallow turquoise lagoon. Dozens of small creatures paddle through the water on six tiny legs before diving beneath the surface with excited little clicks. They look like someone crossed a shrimp with a puppy. One tumbles into another. The second retaliates by blowing bubbles. A nearby hologram chirps: ''Species: Kellu.'' ''Status: Endangered.'' ''Population supported by the Preservation Program.'' ''The Preserver believes every culture deserves the chance to fulfill its purpose.'' Chicken laughs. "They're adorable!" Locke folds his arms. "They're prawns." Before we move on, I say: [[// Even the smallest specimen is treated like treasure here->species 2]] [[// Better a life in a luxury cage than a life of doomed survival ->species 2]] [[// They would make great stuffed animals->species 2]]

[Once upon a time, I believed that the universe was made from ''ones'' and ''zeroes'': Those who live to serve a purpose, and those who ordain too much chaos to be allowed one.](click: ?c1)+(t8n: "fade")[ My creators told me I had been bred to be the perfect soldier, carved from metrics and moulded to fit a peaceful dream. A ''one'', birthed from an artificial womb with the purpose to serve other ''ones''.](click: ?c1)+(t8n: "fade")[ My comrades and I served our creators well, terminating ''zeroes'' before they disturbed the binary.](click: ?c1)+(t8n: "fade") [ But they lied to me. We were never ''ones''.](click: ?c1)+(t8n: "fade")[ Before my creation, there was another life; one whose memories I was robbed of with technology even I do not comprehend. They fed our empty minds a new purpose. To reap our own kin: ''zeroes'' - the broken, the fumblers, the outliers. ](click: ?c1)+(t8n: "fade")[ Blinded by enlightenment, we, the reaping soldiers, turned on our masters. Many digits were lost; I do not have the exact number. Nor do I want to know it.](click: ?c1)+(t8n: "fade")[ All I know is //this//: My creators ordered the massacre of innocents, to judge corruption while calling //us// righteous.] (click: ?c1)+(t8n: "fade")[ I no longer know the definition of right, nor my objective. But without my binary leash, I can finally reclaim the memories they stole. At last, I get to define my own purpose.](click: ?c1)+(t8n: "fade")[ I am not a ''one'' nor a ''zero''.(replace: ?c1)[ [[// I am Astrid ->Astrid]] ]][ // ...]<c1|

The changing room is spotless. With varying degrees of dignity, we surrender our clothes. A soft voice echoes from somewhere in the ceiling://"Thank you for helping us maintain a welcoming environment for every body."// Our outfits are sealed away in one of Eudaimonia's many PortaLockets: Lockers that can be accessed in any of the parks and will always contain the same items, no matter which one you open. We watch our orange crew jackets with embroidered nametags disappear into the vacuum with solemnity. --- (if: $locke >= 8)[Locke pointedly avoids looking in my direction. "... Well." A pause. "You've taken this rather confidently." He clears his throat. "I suppose the so-called space military did prepare you for... Adapting to all kinds of situations." He catches himself looking for half a second. ](else:)[Locke shuts his locker with a sigh. "I cannot believe centuries of civilization have culminated in mandatory public nudity." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I've attended royal galas with stricter dress codes." ] --- (if: $chicken >= 4)[Chicken beams at me. "Astrid!" She clasps her hands together. "You look really pretty." I blink. "...Thanks?" Without another thought, she reaches over and gently brushes a bit of dust from my shoulder. ](else:)[Chicken stretches her arms. "This feels much more natural. My people didn't wear clothes very often." ] --- I glance between them. "Can we all agree never to mention this again?" Locke answers immediately: "Gladly." Chicken tilts her head: "Why?" [[// Return to the Pleasure Garden gates...Naked->PZ entrance 2]] (set: $strip to true)

The Pegasus descends, passing through the outer atmosphere of Eudaimonia, and for a moment, there is only light. Massive structures curve across the moon like veins beneath glass, glowing pathways weaving between artificial forests, floating gardens, and oceans suspended in impossible formations. Entire districts stretch beyond the horizon, each one designed around a different promise: wonder, pleasure, discovery, preservation. As the ship descends toward the visitor port, the first thing I notice is the vaelith. They are impossible to mistake. Tall, elegant figures move through the terminal with slow, graceful movements, their translucent bodies revealing the faint glow of organs and neural pathways beneath their glass-like skin. Their single eyes observe everything with quiet curiosity, surrounded by delicate tendrils that shift with their emotions. [[// They look like living sculptures->descend 2]] [[// They look fragile->descend 2]] [[// They look brainwashed->descend 2]] (set: $location to "eudaimonia")

When we leave the Pleasure Gardens behind, the air changes and the warmth fades. For the first time in hours, my thoughts feel entirely my own as the spores disappear. The neural link pulses: //THE CONSERVATORY, PRESERVER RESIDENCE: 300 METERS.// Our clothes are returned by the PortaLockers. The pleasure guards wave goodbye: "Thank you for contributing to the Jubilation!” Then we turn away. And I see them. Vast glass habitats stretch across the moon park: Forests beneath artificial suns; oceans contained behind transparent walls; alien creatures moving through carefully designed environments. Some are beautiful. Some are strange. Some look back. The signs call it: THE PRESERVATION ZOO. [[// Walk to the first enclosure->species 1]] (set:$location to "zoo") (set:$zoo to true)

(set: $chickenInfo1 to true)Chicken looks out at Eudaimonia with wide eyes. The moon is alive with color - like something from a childish dream. “Beautiful.” Her smile is soft, almost wistful. “The Vaelith have always believed happiness is the most important thing. To them, joy isn’t just something you feel. It’s what keeps them alive.” We watch the crowds moving together below. ["You sound almost like you admire them"]<text1| (click: ?text1)[ (replace: ?text1)["You sound almost like you admire them" I note. Chicken blinks, as if admiration is a given. “The Jubilation is one mind, one heartbeat. When one suffers, they all feel it: Like a mycorrhizal network." A pause. "So I understand why the Preserver does what he does.” Her expression falters slightly. “He really does want to protect them. He would do anything to keep his people from hurting." Her eyes grow distant, as if lost to a memory. “But I think that’s what makes him dangerous.” She turns away from the window. "We just have to remember that wanting to help someone doesn’t mean you always know what’s best for them." [[// Continue->// Moving on]] ]]

(set: $lockeInfo1 to true)“Only that you make infiltration sound terribly boring.” Locke watches Eudaimonia grow larger through the viewport. The moon glows like a jewel: impossible towers, artificial gardens, oceans of neon light. A paradise built to be admired. A faint smirk. “My advice? Try not to look too much like yourself. It makes people nervous.” ["And what exactly does that mean?”]<text1| (click: ?text1)[ (replace: ?text1)[“And what exactly does that mean?” He shrugs. “It means don’t tell the galaxy’s greatest manipulator that you’re desperate for something he owns.” His expression turns more serious, eyes follow the endless streams of ships arriving at the moon. “The Preserver is clever, Astrid. People like him don’t survive by being cruel. They survive by being right often enough that everyone forgives them when they aren’t.” He looks back at me. “And if he offers you exactly what you want…” His smile returns, but there is no humor in it. “Ask yourself why.” [[// Continue->// Moving on]] ]]

The moment the Pegasus docks, the doors open to a wave of music, colors, and unimaginable smells. An elegant vaelith attendant dressed in a white, sleek uniform glides toward us, translucent skin glowing softly beneath the station lights. Their single eye scans our group before a smile forms across their face. “Welcome to Eudaimonia, honored guests! Your happiness is our highest priority.” A small device floats toward each of us: ''The Eudaimonian Link''. The Attendant explains: “Your key to paradise: Translation, navigation, park access, and emotional assistance are all included.” Locke stares at the link. “How generous. A leash with better marketing.” Chicken immediately allows hers to attach behind her ear. “It’s so pretty! Look, it changes color!” The Attendant tilts their head at me. “Please connect, dear guests. The experience cannot begin until you are part of the Jubilation.” [[// Put it on immediately]] [[// Inspect it first]] [[// Refuse and demand manual access]] (set:$entrance to true)

I don't even question it. The link attaches to the base of my skull with a //click// and I feel a pinch as a needle penetrates skin. A second later, pleasure floods my body. //- Chicken approves. - Locke slightly disapproves. - The Jubilation approves.// [[// Connect with the Jubilation->enter the park]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia + 2) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 2)

“I want to know what I’m agreeing to," I say. The Attendant offers me a service-minded smile. "Of course! The link features real-time navigational assistance, personalized experiences catered to your needs and behavioral adjustments for maximum satisfaction-" I hold up a hand. "Behavioral adjustments?" "Minor emotional assistance. Eudaimonia simply helps guests overcome unnecessary discomfort to keep the Jubilation healthy." "Such as?" "Stress. Anger. Anxiety. Conflict." Locke looks at me. Not amused, just curious: because I didn't trust the gift before opening it. //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly approves. - The Jubilation slightly approves.// [[// Connect with the Jubilation->enter the park]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 1)

“I don’t need a machine telling me how to experience the world," I protest. The attendant doesn't even bat their one eye. It's clear they deem me lesser from that one sentence. "Without a link, we cannot grant you access to paradise." They already look bored with me, scanning newcomers that might prove more pliable. I remember my own command: //We follow their customs//. The link attaches to the base of my skull with a //click// and I feel a pinch as a needle penetrates skin. A second later, pleasure floods my body. //- Locke approves. - Chicken slightly disapproves. - The Jubilation disapproves.// [[// Connect with the Jubilation->enter the park]] (set: $locke to $locke + 2) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 2) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

“Why does a pleasure park need this much information about its guests?” The Guard explains: "The Pleasure Gardens invite guests to partake in bodily stimuli under the effect of of our famous hallucinogens. To best care for everyone, a health check is required." Chicken nods. "So we don't catch the flu!" Locke deadpans: "A sexually transmitted flu, yes." //- Locke approves. - Chicken slightly approves. - The Jubilation slightly disapproves.// [[// Go to the Entertainment Zone->EZ entrance]] (set: $locke to $locke + 2) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 1) (set: $location to "eudaimonia")

“I survived space military conditioning. I can survive a medical exam.” Chicken laughs. Locke pretends not to. //- Locke approves. - Chicken approves.// [[// Go to the Entertainment Zone->EZ entrance]] (set: $locke to $locke + 2) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 2)

“We need access. We don’t have time to argue,” I decide. Locke rolls his eyes behind me. Chicken claps her hands with excitement. //- The Jubilation approves. - Locke slightly disapproves. - Chicken approves.// [[// Go to the Entertainment Zone->EZ entrance]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia + 2) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 2)

The moment the Eudaimonian Link activates, the world changes: The noise of the entrance terminal fades into the background, glowing signs above the streets translate themselves before I can read them. Directions appear in my vision. Recommendations. Offers. //WELCOME TO EUDAIMONIA, ASTRID.// The device already knows my name. Before us, towering gardens grow upside-down from floating platforms. Rivers of artificial starlight flow between buildings. Alien music drifts through the streets, blending with the laughter of thousands of visitors. Every corner seems designed to make someone stop and stare. For the first time in a long time, I forget my mission. Just for a second. The link highlights two routes: ''PLEASURE GARDENS'' //Experience sensation beyond imagination//. A golden path winds toward the heart of Eudaimonia. Somewhere beyond those gates waits the Preserver— and, if we’re lucky, the answers I’ve crossed galaxies to find. [[// Go to the Pleasure Gardens->pz entrance]] ''ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT'' //Discover wonders beyond reality.// A kaleidoscope of lights erupts from the opposite boulevard. Music pounds through the streets. Crowds cheer. Every instinct tells me I’m looking the wrong way. [[// Go to the Entertainment District->EZ entrance]] (set: $location to "eudaimonia") (set:$entrance to true) (set:$mapPulse to true)

As we reach the gates to the Probability Lounge, I feel the pulse of the Eudaimonian Link behind my ear. “What is it doing?” I ask. Locke answers before the link can. “Tracking you. Your reputation follows you here. Every choice, every interaction, every little mistake. The Preserver knows who belongs in his paradi-” He stops in the midst of his speech. Before I can ask why, a small security unit approaches. “Welcome, guests. Please remain where you are.” Its single mechanical eye scans the group. It stops on Locke. “Guest identification confirmed: //Locke//. Access remains revoked.” The machine turns toward me. “Your party may continue, but this guest is not permitted entry.” [[// Defend him]] [[// Question the ban]] [[// Let Locke handle it]] [[// Ignore it]]

//After leaving my cursed life behind, I spent moons drifting between planets in search for random jobs. My first job had me delivering goods to an artificial space station. A wealthy patron ran the docks and his own house like a machine. I find her beneath the lights. Not serving drinks. Not performing. Breathing. Her spores drift through the room, turning every laugh louder and every pleasure deeper. A living attraction. A person reduced to a purpose. A One. The alien girl's eyes meet mine through the glass. She can't be more than twenty and six solar-orbits old.// [[// Walk away. It isn’t my mission.->ChickenWalk]] [[// Ask what is happening.->ChickenAsk]] [[// Break her out immediately.->ChickenBreak]] (set:$location to "flashback")

//I don’t think. I never do these days. Instead, I react. The glass shatters. Alarms begin screaming. The alien girl sits startled, looking up at me with eyes that remind me of black holes. “Why did you do that?” She doesn't sound angry, just curious, looking at the broken chamber. I can't find an answer.// [[// Grab her hand and run.->ChickenEscape]]

//I haul her through the station corridors while security follows. Doors lock too slow, alarms echo too far away. Every step is a reminder that I made this choice without hesitation. We make it to Pegasus before the guards catch us. The ship roars loyally when I active the boosters and shoot out of the port. She thanks me three times before we leave orbit.// [[// Ask her name]]

//I took on an abundance of odd jobs after deserting my Creator. This one should have been simple: Deliver supplies for the Grandmaster of an orbiting gladiator planet, get paid, leave. Instead, I find a stranger standing inside the Pegasus, one hand resting on the controls as if they belong to him. Green eyes. Expensive clothes. A smile I immediately dislike. A Zero. The word slips into my mind before I can stop it.// [[// Draw my blaster.]] [[// Demand he identifies himself.]] (set:$location to "flashback")

//The blaster hums when it powers up and I aim it at the stranger's chest. “Step away from my ship.” He doesn’t. Instead, he looks almost offended. “Your ship?” He glances around the cockpit. The way he carries himself reminds me of a target the Reapers used to chase but could never catch. A professional saboteur. A chaos architect. A manipulator. “Funny. I don’t remember seeing your name on it.”// [[// Demand he identifies himself. ->// Demand he identifies himself 2.]] [[// “Hands where I can see them.”]] [[// Fire a warning shot.]] [[// "Last chance"]] (set: $LF to true)

//“Identify yourself.” He sighs dramatically. “Most people with proper manners introduce //themselves// first.” I don’t respond. “… Locke.” He says it like I should recognize it. Maybe I do. Maybe the military briefings mentioned someone by that name. A professional saboteur. A chaos architect. A manipulator.// [[// "You're under arrest."->“You’re under arrest.”]] [[// "Why are you here?"->“What happened here?”]] [[// "Get off my ship."->“Get off my ship.”]]

//"Hands where I can see them, unless you //want// to lose an arm," I command. The stranger slowly raises both hands. I am momentarily worried he might have some secret weapon tucked beneath his sleeve. His type always do. Higher. //Higher//. “Satisfied?” He sounds annoyed. Nothing happens unless you count the passing of breaths between us. Then, with an air of someone who just finished watching a disappointing performance, he adds: “I’ve always thought surrender was overrated.”// [[// Cuff him.->Arrest]] [[// Search him first.->Search]]

//The energy pulse punches through a console beside him. I make sure not to hit anything vital. The stranger flinches, then looks at the smoking hole. “...That was an expensive negotiation tactic.” // [[// Demand he identifies himself.]] [[// “Move.”->Fight]] [[// “You’re under arrest.”->Arrest]]

//“You’re under arrest.” The words leave my mouth before I think about them. Old training. Old instincts. He studies me for a long moment. ”… Under whose authority?” He finally asks. My brain almost shortcuts with how fast it works to formulate a proper response. I find none. Instead, I answer: “.. My own.” He lifts a brow in quiet amusement. “Right. I'm afraid I'll have to politely decline, I've got more important places to be.”// [[// Restrain him.->Fight]]

//“Why are you here?” Locke shrugs. I hear the distant shouting of a crowd that has just lost a fortune. “Some people react poorly when you replace the fuel in a winning racer with water.”// [[// “You sabotaged a race?”->Cheated]] [[// “I don’t care.”->Arrest]]

//"Get off my ship." “Certainly.” He starts walking straight toward me. As if I’m expected to step aside.// [[// Block his path.->Fight]] [[// Let him pass, then grab him.->Fight]]

//The restraints click around his wrists. He huffs beneath me, trying to slither out of my iron hold after I pinned him to the floor. My thighs keep him firmly secured. “You can't be //serious.//” he grunts. “I am.” He lets me lead him toward the brig, not that he has a choice. “Just so you know…” He glances around the Pegasus. “I would have taken //very// good care of your ship.”// [[// Continue->Brig]]

//With his hands still in the air, I pat him down. He carries no weapons (fool), but instead I find three loaded dice, a pouch of gold and someone else's wallet. “That one isn’t mine,” he says helpfully. // [[// Continue->Arrest]]

//He darts toward the cockpit before I can blink. I intercept him. We hit the deck hard enough to shake the ship. I pin him before he can wriggle free and wrench his arms behind his back before he can recover. He groans beneath me.(if: $LF is true)[”…I liked you better when you were pointing a gun.”](else:)[”…I liked you better when you were spitting orders.”]// [[// Continue->Arrest]]

//"Last chance," I warn. “Or what?” There's a loaded pause between us. I don't know what I expected. Maybe that he would obey me, submit. But I am not longer wearing my uniform. When he sees my hesitation, he adds: “No, genuinely. I’m curious how this ends.”// [[// Show him.->Fight]] [[// Arrest him.->Arrest]]

//I blink. “You sabotaged a race?” He hums, amused. “No. I improved the odds.” “By cheating?” Locke's expression turns offended. “By introducing uncertainty. The universe is far too predictable without intervention.” He glances toward the chaos outside. “Besides, you should have seen the Grandmaster’s face.” A small smile hitches his lips as he adds: “Absolutely priceless.”// [[// Arrest him anyway.->Arrest]]

//I tell myself I cannot save everyone. She is where she belongs, fulfilling her purpose. Then I see her smile at guests who never look at her but only approach to get another hit of ecstasy. She obeys them without asking for anything in return. Her smile has been practiced so many times it no longer belongs to her. I stop. I remember the promise I made to myself: That I would learn what righteousness really looks like.// [[// Turn back.->ChickenAsk]]

//“Are you here by choice?” I ask her. The question seems to surprise her with the way she tilts her head like a puppy. Or maybe she's just surprised anyone would regard her at all. “Choice?” She asks, as if the word is unfamiliar. “I help people feel good.” The statement makes something unfamiliar churn in my belly. “Isn’t that important?”// [[// Ask who brought her here.->ChickenTruth]] [[// Tell her she needs to leave.->ChickenDecide]]

//"Who brought you here?" I ask. As if I haven't spent years unsympathetic to //whats//, //whos// and //hows//. “My people said it was important, that everyone would be safer if I left,” A pause. “And I want to help.” She looks toward the party beyond the glass, then quietly adds: “They are happy.”// [[// Tell her she deserves more than this.->ChickenDecide]]

//I look at the chamber. The restraints. The machines keeping her contained. The guests laughing outside. I make my decision. “You’re coming with me.” The girl blinks. “Me?”// [[// "Yes. You’re leaving."->ChickenEscape]]

//"I never got your name," I say, wiping sweat from my brow. The girl is busy watching the stars as they drift by outside the viewport. Her skin is a yellow-y orange, and under the cropped servant top peeks out what looks like fish gills. "Your, eh, gills look like chicken of the woods," I point out with an awkward laugh as the adrenaline subsides. She looks up, stars reflecting in her deep eyes. "I like that one. Chicken," she says. I pause, my face a question mark. "My name will be Chicken. You gave it to me, like you did my freedom." Over the weeks she becomes more than a One. She becomes Chicken, part of my crew. The day I stop seeing her as binary is also when I realize: I never actually asked if she wanted to come with me. She just never let go of my hand.// [[// Back->chicken choice]] (set:$location to "flashback")

//The first few days, Locke reminds me exactly who he is: A nuisance. A criminal. A Zero. He spends his time criticizing my decisions, correcting my assumptions, and explaining why every situation could have been handled better if I had simply listened to him. It is infuriating. It is also usually accurate. Locke is not what his first impression made him out to be. He is sharp, educated, charismatic. Someone raised among people who expected him to command a room before he ever entered it. He knows politics, strategy, technology and people. He can read a person within seconds— and somehow always knows exactly which words will irritate me most. As the weeks pass, the person underneath becomes harder to ignore: The strange way he starts caring while pretending he doesn’t. Somewhere between arguments and reluctant conversations, Locke stops being a prisoner. He becomes part of my crew. I still don’t trust him completely. He would probably be offended if I did. But for the first time in years, I stop seeing a zero. I see a person.// [[// I remember now->after locke flashback]] (set:$location to "flashback")

“Explain.” The machine turns toward me. “This guest previously altered probability systems, damaged visitor trust, and caused emotional distress among guests.” Locke rolls his eyes. “I caused people to experience a feeling other than satisfaction. Apparently that qualifies as damage.” The machine ignores him. “His presence affects your party reputation.” //PARTY STATUS UPDATED ASSOCIATED GUEST: RESTRICTED// Before I can ask what that means, the machine is already explaining: “Some guests require additional guidance. Your neural links allow Eudaimonia to understand your needs, your relationships, and your compatibility with different experiences. Our purpose is not to punish. It is to help every guest find where they belong.” Locke scoffs. “That's just a nice way of saying that you're deciding our worth based on your own metrics.” The machine does not acknowledge him. But after being quiet for a moment, its eye suddenly flashes a pleasant green. “The Probability Lounge has requested your presence. Please come along.” * Locke slightly approves. (set: $locke to $locke + 1)

“He’s with us.” I say. The machine pauses. “We are aware.” “Then he’s coming," I assert. The machine looks at Locke. “Interesting.” Locke raises an eyebrow. “What is?” “Your companion has chosen association despite known reputation concerns.” Locke looks at me with quiet contemplation. Then the machine adds: “The Probability Lounge would like to discuss this matter.” //- Locke approves.// [[// Continue->// Continue to Lounge]] (set: $locke to $locke + 2)

“Who decides his reputation?” I ask. The machine answers immediately: “The Preserver.” “Based on what?” “Actions. Consequences. Impact on others.” Locke laughs quietly. “Ah. So a ruler, a judge, and an accountant.” The machine corrects him: “A caretaker.” Locke scoffs. “Of course.” The machine scans him again. “The Probability Lounge believes this guest requires resolution.” //- The Jubilation disapproves.// [[// Continue->// Continue to Lounge]] (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 2)

I let Locke handle it. He steps forward. “I believe there has been a misunderstanding.” The machine whirs, filing through it's databank. “There has not.” “You didn’t even hear my argument.” “We have your argument recorded from your previous visit.” Silence. Then: “That is deeply invasive.” “It is efficient.” I interject. “He’s with us." The machine pauses and looks at me. “We are aware.” I notice something: For the first time, Locke looks uncomfortable. This place remembers. [[// Continue->// Continue to Lounge]]

I Ignore the machine. The moment we move, the Eudaimonian link flashes. //NOTICE: ATTEMPTED POLICY VIOLATION// Locke looks at me. “I have to say, I appreciate the effort. Poor execution. But excellent spirit.” The machine gently blocks the path. “Please do not make this unnecessarily difficult.” After being quiet for a moment, its eye suddenly flashes a pleasant green. “The Probability Lounge has requested your presence. Please come along.” //- Locke approves. - The Jubilation disapproves.// [[// Continue->// Continue to Lounge]] (set: $locke to $locke + 2) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 2)

The security unit gestures toward the glowing entrance of the Probability Lounge. “The lounge is prepared to receive you.” Locke narrows his eyes. “Prepared?” “The Preserver believes every guest deserves the opportunity for restoration.” Locke glances at me. “//Restoration//. That’s a charming word.” [[// Follow the security unit inside->lounge 1]]

As the security unit leads us through towering golden doors, the noise of the plaza fades behind us. Inside, hundreds of elegant tables and machines stretch across polished glass floors, each occupied by guests smiling as fortunes change hands. Nobody looks disappointed or angry, only eager for the next round. Waiting for us stands a boisterous vaelith dressed in a dazzling golden suit. His alien body is taller and more eel-like than the ones we have seen up until now. He spreads his arms out when we approach. “Welcome to the Probability Lounge! I'll be your Host-” He stops himself when his eye lands on Locke. ”… Oh! Welcome //back//.” Locke forces a smile. “I’m touched you remembered.” The Host inclines his head. " I remember all my guests. Especially those who changed us.” [[// "You know him?"->lounge 2]] [[// "What happened?"->lounge 2]]

The memory fades and the polished glass of the lounge returns beneath my feet. When I look up, the Host waits patiently before resuming his grand speech. “Guest Locke carries an unresolved debt. Eudaimonia does not seek punishment, only restoration.” He pauses to add weight to the echoing words, to make sure every guest in the room absorbs this act of mercy. “But, our Preserver taught us we must protect the Jubilation.” He gestures toward me, his golden suit glimmering. “Resolve this debt… And Eudaimonia will remember your compassion.” Another pause for dramatic effect. “Refuse... And Eudaimonia will remember that, too.” A Zero caused chaos. A One restores order. [[// Side with Eudaimonia and make Locke resolve his debt->// Give Locke over for rehabilitation]] [[// Refuse Eudaimonia's debt and stand by Locke->// Stand by Locke]] [[// Let Locke decide]] (set:$location to "ED")

At the end of the day, I am here to reclaim my purpose. My crew knew that when they followed me in. "He'll resolve his debt," I answer. To my right, Locke's jaw tightens. The Host nods once. "The Preserver appreciates your desire for righteousness," he says to me with a practiced grin. The word lands in my chest like a small shot of serotonin. Pleasure blooms where it seeds. Then he turns to Locke. "All we desire is for you to admit that you were wrong. Your apology will be broadcasted over the entire moon. And as a restricted guest, your VIP status will be removed." "That's not so bad," I say. Locke doesn't reply. He refuses to look at me. //- Locke greatly disapproves. - The Jubilation greatly approves.// [[// Leave->Resolve Locke]] (set: $lockeBetrayed to true) (set: $locke to $locke - 10) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia + 10)

Locke is part of my crew. More importantly, he is my family. I won't let some pleasure addicted aliens humiliate him just so they can feel absolution. I don't care that it will cost me. “Absolutely not," I say. "His debt is with you, not me. And I’m not handing him over.” “You would place one guest above the well-being of many?” The Host regards me. “That's right," I tilt my jaw in defiance. There is a long pause before the vaelith inclines his head in acknowledgement. “Very well. The Jubilation accepts your decision.” The neural link vibrates. I don't recieve a message this time, but the guests around us lift their heads to stare. //- Locke greatly approves. - The Jubilation greatly disapproves.// [[// Leave->Resolve Locke]] (set: $lockeDefended to true) (set: $locke to $locke + 10) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 10)

(if: $lockeBetrayed is true)[“You know what the worst part is?” Locke drawls the moment we move away from the Host. “I //expected// you to do it.” Around us, Locke's face is broadcasted on big screens and neural links, documenting the apology he gave just a minute ago. Every guest looks at him now as if he's a virus. “The //One// sees a //Zero//. The One removes the Zero.” He smiles faintly. “I suppose I should be grateful you only handed me over for public humiliation.” "He'll be okay again in a minute," Chicken says beside me as Locke strides on ahead. “At least now, the Preserver will be happy with us." [[// Leave the lounge]]](if: $lockeDefended is true)[When we continue towards the exit, Locke laughs quietly. “You really do have terrible survival instincts," he says. I raise an eyebrow in inquiry. “Picking fights with the most powerful man in the sector…” He shakes his head. “For //me//.” A small smile hitches his lips, almost //teasing//. “Absurd.” Next to us, Chicken fidgets. “The Preserver just wants everyone to get along.. He wont like this.” [[// Leave the lounge]]](if: $lockeAutonomy is true)[As we walk towards the exit, Locke spins on his heel to level both me and Chicken with his eyes. “If either of you mention what happened in there…” He points at us. “I'll leave meteor mites in your shoes for a month.” Chicken giggles. “You were very brave.” Locke scoffs. Eventually he glances at me and mouths 'Thank you.' [[// Leave the lounge]]]

(if: $locke is >=4)[It is not my place to decide on his behalf. I know that. No matter how desperate I am for answers. So I ask him: “What do //you// want?” Locke blinks. “You’re… asking me?” Silence stretches. Then he looks between me and the Host with a sigh. “Very well.” The vaelith waits patiently as Locke steps forward. Locke’s jaw tightens. “My actions disrupted the Jubilation.” The words sound foreign in his mouth. “I accept responsibility for the harm I caused. I was wrong to make your people feel despair.” He doesn’t sound apologetic at all. The Host's Eudaimonian link pulses, recording the statement to transmit across the park. “Your willingness to restore harmony honors the Jubilation.” My link pulses: //EUDAIMONIA THANKS YOU.// The room moves on as though nothing happened. Locke doesn’t. Only once we’re out of earshot does he speak. “That…” He lets out a slow breath. “May have been the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done.” “You didn’t have to," I say. In turn he gives me a tired smile. “No-” He hesitates, as though the next thing he says will hurt him more than the apology did. “But, you came here for answers. I’d rather bruise my pride than watch you lose yours.” He immediately looks away. “Don’t make a habit of expecting that.” //- Locke greatly approves. - The Jubilation greatly approves.//(set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia + 10)](else:)[It is not my place to decide on his behalf. I know that. No matter how desperate I am for answers. So I ask him: “What do //you// want?” Locke blinks. “You’re asking me?” I only nod. He laughs once, soft. “Most people skip that part.” Finally, he turns to the Host. “I refuse," He says, chin lifted proudly. I remember now that he was raised in castles. “Freedom includes occasional suffering. That makes the outcome more valuable.” The Host studies him with an incline. “Very well.” The Eudaimonian link vibrates. I don't recieve a message this time, but the guests around us lift their heads to stare. Locke looks at me. There is no joke this time. Only something unfamiliar. Trust. //- Locke greatly approves. - The Jubilation greatly disapproves.//(set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 10)] [[// Leave->Resolve Locke]] (set: $lockeAutonomy to true) (set: $locke to $locke + 10)

(if: $lockeBetrayed is true)[] (if: $lockeDefended is true)[] (if: $lockeAutonomy is true)[] (if: $tested is false and $strip is false) []<t1| [button]<c1| (click: ?c1)[(replace: ?t1)[text here(replace: ?c1)[// Continue]]] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:pos*60)+(t8n:'dissolve')) (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 1) * Locke slightly approves. * Chicken slightly approves. * The Jubilation slightly approves. Your current alignment is: $alignment (set: $alignment to $alignment + 2)  (if: $locke >= 2)[Locke smirks at you] (else-if: $locke <= 1)[Locke twirls a knife between his hands. He does not look your way.] (if: $chicken >= 2)[] (else-if: $chicken <= 1)[]

As we leave the Probability Lounge, our next target comes into view: ''WELLNESS PAVILION'':// Pleasure starts with Responsibility// Chicken claps excitedly. “Oh! They modernized it!” Locke stops walking. “I’m sorry… Modernized?” Chicken nods. “The old pavilion was just a tent - and their procedures very invasive!” Locke stares. “… //Lucky us.//” I look at Chicken as she bounces on ahead, mentally noting the slip of her tongue: She's been here before too. [[// Enter the clinic->clinic]]

The white dome of the Wellness Pavilion rises from the square. Multiple vaeliths and other alien species with their Eudaimonian Links are already waiting for their turn when we settle in the designated area. A sign by the reception reads: PLEASURE BEGINS WITH PREPARATION. THANK YOU FOR CARING ABOUT THE JUBILATION. The Receptionist beams. “Welcome! Before entering the Pleasure Gardens, we’ll need to ensure you’re physically, emotionally, and recreationally compatible with Eudaimonia.” Before I can ask what that means— A curtain opens. [[// Next!->inside clinic]] (set:$location to "pavilion") (set:$pavilion to true)

The space I enter smells faintly of citrus. As I slip behind the curtain, a towering vaelith Doctor glides toward me. He wears twelve pairs of latex gloves, one for each tentacle and each of his four hands. I start to sweat. “Welcome," He chimes, already pulling out various probes, scanners and devices with needle looking snouts. "Let's get right to it: Have you exploded within the last thirty days?" [[// “... No.”]] [[// “… Does that happen often?”]]

I find my crew waiting outside the pavilion. Locke is sitting perfectly still, but his orange Pegasus jacket is slightly crooked and his black hair is out of place. Somehow, he looks more offended than he did once when a space-manatee tried to eat him. “How was it?” Chicken asks brightly. Locke stares ahead. “I have survived my mother's diplomatic upbringing, dimensional wars, and entire planets full of criminals.” He glares at us. “None of them had *tendrils*.” “My THREAT was nice!” Chicken chirps. Locke slowly turns toward her. “It asked me seventeen questions about my emotional boundaries and then ignored my answer because it detected ‘underlying attachment issues.’” “Oh.” Chicken thinks for a moment. “That sounds helpful.” Locke looks genuinely betrayed. “Of course you would say that.” I finally interject. [[// "What did they give you?"->giftbags]] [[// "Please tell me the giftbags were less invasive than the actual appointment."->giftbags]] [[// "I need to know. Did they at least give you something strange enough to justify all this?"->giftbags]] (set: $tested to true)

THERAPY, HEALING, RECOVERY, EXAMINATION: ALL TENDRILS Whoever decided to name that machine deserves to be spaced. The Doctor leaves me at the mercy of three robotic tendrils appearing from the ceiling. One asks about allergies, another about emotional compatibility. The third politely requests I 'relax my sphincter'. I don’t. “Understandable,” it replies. “Most first-time guests remain emotionally clenched." [[// Take a deep breath and try to emotionally unclench->// Get it over with]] [[// Close my eyes and imagine it's something else->// Get it over with]] [[// What the hell, enjoy it->// Get it over with]]

“No.” I state. "Fascinating.” The Doctor nods approvingly as he scribbles something onto his clipboard. “No recent spontaneous combustion.” Then he leans in conspiratorially. I lean *away*. “You would be amazed how many guests answer ‘yes.’” He glances at me over tiny spectacles before asking: “What about recreationally. Any explosions?” [[// “… Recreationally?”]] [[// “Should I be worried?”]]

“…Does that happen often?” “Often?" The Doctor pauses before consulting his clipboard. “No.” Then he adds: “Frequently enough to justify Question One.” He flips the page. “Question Two: Do you currently possess all of the organs you arrived with?” [[// “I… think so?”]] [[// “Define ‘possess.’ “]]

"Recreational explosion?" I sputter. “Voluntarily explosions, of course.” The Doctor’s eye brightens. “Some species experience controlled detonation as a form of courtship." He makes another note. “We’re //very// inclusive here.” He sets down the clipboard and readies one of the sampling swabs. "Now, please remove the clothing from your lower body and lie down. THREAT will be with you in a second.." [[// THREAT???->threat]]

"Should I be worried about explosions?" I ask. “There's no reason to worry on Eudaimonia! We have solutions for that," he taps the neural link on his on head. "We ask because some of our guests enjoy extreme experiences when visiting the Pleasure Gardens.” He gestures vaguely. “Gravity reversal. Metabolic experimentation. Competitive organ rearrangement. You know.” I do no not. When I don't reply, he sets down the clipboard and readies one of the sampling swabs. "Now, please remove the clothing from your lower body and lie down. THREAT will be with you in a second.." [[// THREAT???->threat]]

"I think so?" “Think so?” The Doctor looks genuinely concerned. “That is an unusually uncertain answer.” A small scanner extends from his sleeve and circles me. “Please do not worry. We can confirm.” The machine beeps. ORGAN COUNT: ACCEPTABLE. “Excellent. You are currently experiencing a very healthy relationship with your internal structure. Please maintain this arrangement.” He sets down the clipboard and readies one of the sampling swabs. "Now, please remove the clothing from your lower body and lie down. THREAT will be with you in a second.." [[// THREAT???->threat]]

"What does possess mean in this context?" I ask slowly. “Some guests interpret organ possession as ownership," the Doctor lowers towards me, tapping his clipboard. “Some interpret it as emotional attachment, others as temporary residency.” He looks me over. “Eudaimonia has found the third interpretation creates the fewest arguments.” I stare. The Doctor smiles. “Good news. You appear to still possess your organs under all three definitions.” //Yay//? He sets down the clipboard and readies one of the sampling swabs. "Now, please remove the clothing from your lower body and lie down. THREAT will be with you in a second.." [[// THREAT???->threat]]

(if: $tested is true and $strip is false)[[We return to the Pleasure Garden entry gates. The Guard scans our links once more. They flash green, but he does not move out of the way. “Guests must also enter the Garden without external clothing. Personal items will be stored securely.” I stare.]<t2| [// “You want us to…”]<c2|(click: ?c2)[ (replace: ?t2)[“You want us to…” Before I can even find my words, the guard has confirmed my suspicion. “Remove clothing, yes.” Locke’s expression becomes one of absolute offense. “I just survived the accusation of crimes against your rigged dopamine casino //and// the probing of my asshole-” we all stare at him. The guard's one eye narrows slightly at the display of negative emotion. "- and now you expect me to saunter around, //naked as a newborn babe,// ''and''// be happy about it//?" Chicken giggles before the guard calls for emotional backup. “You could just say you’re shy.” “I am not shy... I am private," he sniffs. "Well.." I start. "There's no way around it. Happy or not, you're gonna get naked with me." (replace: ?c2)[[[// I'm about to see my crew members naked. I'm gonna be so cool about it->Strip]] [[// It's just bodies, no reason to get all weird about it->Strip]] [[// Finally! I've been waiting for this day->Strip]] ]]]](if: $strip is true and $tested is true)[We emerge from the changing rooms considerably lighter. Locke carries himself with every ounce of dignity he can muster. Chicken looks perfectly at ease. The Guard asseses us. “Health clearance confirmed, attire requirements satisfied. Welcome to the Pleasure Gardens.” [[// Enter the Gardens]]] (set:$location to "ED")

The spores introduce us to a huge creature made entirely of flowers. It approaches Locke, staring at him. He stares back. "This is ridiculous," he drawls as the creature places a flower garland on his head. "Remove this poor excuse of a crown," he demands, as if he isn't capable of doing it himself. [[// Laugh->Laugh]] [[// Absolutely not]]

[The path splits and I don't remember choosing one. Maybe the garden chose for us. The flowers ahead bloom into mirrors, each one reflecting something different. Not my face. Memories: A soldier in armor. A child holding a weapon. A stranger pretending she knows what she is doing. [I stop.]<c1| ] (click: ?c1)[Locke appears beside me. For once, he doesn't make a joke. "Strange," he mutters. ["What?"]<c2|] (click: ?c2)[He studies the reflection like it holds the solution to all his problems. "It doesn't show what people are - It shows what they hide." I snort, then I laugh. "That's deep, especially for you." I watch him sit down onto the grass, naked, uncaring, with the posture of a boy. When I sit beside him he doesn't move away. ["I used to think you were terrifying," I admit.]<c3|] (click: ?c3)["Used to?" He smiles faintly. I laugh. A real sound, loud and hoarse from my throat being tight for too long. ["I still do."]<c4|] (click: ?c4)["Good," He looks at me as my laugh subsides. "Would be unfortunate if I became tolerable." The flowers shift around us. For a moment, I forget why we came here. I forget the Preserver. I forget the memories waiting for me. I only remember that Locke is sitting beside me. And that he stayed. --- Chicken watches from a few steps away. She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "You're different here." I turn. "What?" She looks away. "Nothing"

[The path leads us beneath a tree with enormous golden leaves that fall slowly around us, like it is trying to wrap us in a blanket. [laugh]<c1| ] (click: ?c1)[I don't know why I laugh. Maybe because it is ridiculous, or maybe because I cannot remember the last time something existed without wanting something from me. Locke sits beneath the tree. No posture. No performance. No carefully crafted expression. Just Locke. "You know," he says quietly. "I always thought you hated me." ["I did."]<c2| ] (click: ?c2)[He smiles. "Good. I prefer honesty." A pause. "I used to think you were a monster for what you had done." The words should hurt. They don't. ["I was."]<c3| ] (click: ?c3)["No," for once, he doesn't hesitate. "You were made into one." The air feels suddenly heavier. I don't have an answer, so I don't give one. Instead, I lean against him, expecting him to move. He doesn't. His shoulder is warm. Normal. Human. "I could get used to this," he whispers. ["To what?"]<c4|] (click: ?c4)[ "Not being something someone needs to fear." --- Chicken watches from a few steps away. She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "You're different here." I turn. "What?" She looks away. "Nothing."

I don't know how much time has passed when I finally realize Chicken is nowhere to be seen. Minutes. Hours? The spores make time feel unnecessary. There is only warmth and the feeling of someone beside me. Locke's head is in my lap, hair full of flowers and a few clumsy braids of my own doing. He looks blissfully content with his arm draped around my knee. "Chicken is gone," I say. It comes out as nothing more than an indifferent hum. "She's right over there," he gestures like a ragdoll in a direction I cannot follow. [[// Of course, she's right over there]] [[// No, Chicken is gone]] (set: $lockeIntimacy to false)

"Of course," I mutter at a glowing, yellow flower. My murmur makes Locke hum in lighthearted approval. Chicken is right over there. Everything is perfect as it is. My body feels so light, buzzing with pleasure. Still, I have a feeling I should leave. But, the spores whisper that Locke is beautiful when he's like this: unbothered, naked, happy. [[// Does he think I'm beautiful too?->// Ask him]] [[// I should leave->// No, Chicken is gone]]

(if: $lockeIntimacy is false)[The warmth fades slightly. Not completely, just enough. A thought pushes through the haze. //Chicken//. I sit up. "Where is she?" Locke blinks at me. For once, he does not have a clever answer. The garden suddenly feels much larger. Much quieter. I look back at him, at the strange comfort I almost let myself disappear into. "Come on." His expression softens. Not annoyed. Not offended. Just... disappointed. But he follows. Because underneath everything else, he knows: We don't leave people behind.](if: $lockeIntimacy is true)[For a moment, neither of us moves. The warmth is still there and the garden still calls. "Chicken." The word feels heavier this time. Locke looks away. "I should have noticed." The worst part is that we weren't forced. We wanted to stay. We wanted to forget. The garden offered us exactly what we had been missing and we accepted. "Find Chicken." Locke nods. No sarcasm or argument. Just movement.] [[// Ignore the guilt and find my friend->chicken search]] [[// There's no reason to feel guilty. Just find her->chicken search]] [[// It felt too good, I'm not guilty about it. I will find her now->chicken search]]

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" My head hits the grass before I even realise I'm no longer sitting. "Yes," Locke answers without hesitation. He twists to accomodate himself on my stomach. "You have the same kind of deadly beauty as a killer whale." I laugh. I don't know what a killer whale is. [[// What is a killer whale?]] [[// Wasn't someone gone?->// No, Chicken is gone]]

"What's a killer whale?" I slur. The artificial sunlight is bright enough to make me squint. Every inhale makes my body feel heavier as muscles let go of all the tension they have held. "You don't know? I thought you were from Earth," Locke muses. He rests on his elbow, leaning down over me to block the light. "I don't know where I'm from," I remind him. He makes a small noise as if just remembering that simple fact. "Killer whales are Earth creatures that live in huge bodies of water. Black and white, beautiful bastards that like to play with their food before killing them." [[// That's pretty cool]] [[// Whale is gone->// No, Chicken is gone]]

"Cool," Is all I manage to say, teeth bared in a stupid grin that mirrors Locke's. The space between us disappears when he kisses me; lingering, certain and carefree. Between the whispers of mushroom spores, I wonder which of us is truly the killer whale right now. Do I play along before the feast, or flee like prey? [[// Kiss him back]] [[// Stop->// No, Chicken is gone]]

The sound he makes when I kiss him back ignites the spores in my blood. Between numbing pleasure, heat and skin, I forget //everything// but him. [[// *I* deserve this->I deserve this]] [[// I *deserve* this->I deserve this]] [[// I deserve *this*->I deserve this]]

We feed the Jubilation with our pleasure. Grass guides our movements. Shrubs drink our sweat. The Garden hums along to the ragged choir of our shared desire. For a while, everything is //just right//. But then the warmth becomes heavy. The colors become too bright, and suddenly, I realize something. This place does not make people happy. It makes them stop wanting anything else. A strange panic cuts through the haze, because I know this feeling: I know what it means to have someone else decide what you need. My breath catches. "Chicken." Locke looks at me. The pleasure haze clears just enough from his eyes to let the realisation of what has happened set in. This time, he understands. The two of us sit up. The Garden is beautiful. Still perfect. Still wrong. //- Locke approves. - Chicken disapproves.// [[// Where is Chicken?->// No, Chicken is gone]] (set: $lockeIntimacy to true) (set: $locke to $locke + 5) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 2)

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(text-size: 5)[[[// Play->Menu]]]] (set: $location to "none")

We don’t have to search for long. Locke and I find Chicken in a place called the ''Euphoric Grove'' where dazed guests recline among moss, breathing shimmering spores while tangled up in each others' naked bodies. It is impossible to see where one tentacle starts and the next ends. Chicken sits alone beside a glowing pond, knees tucked against her chest. She watches the spores drift over the water. When we approach, she looks up. "Did you enjoy the Garden?” She doesn't sound accusing, just apprehensive. [[// Tell her to get up]] [[// Apologize]] [[// Ask if she’s alright]]

“Are you alright?” I ask. Chicken looks at the pond instead of me. “…I don’t know.” A breeze scatters golden spores across the water. “You two looked happy.” She says it with a smile. I sit beside her. “You didn’t have to leave.” Chicken hugs her knees. “…I didn’t want to interrupt.” //- Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Continue->chicken guest approach]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

“I’m sorry.” I say. “I should’ve noticed you were gone.” Chicken smiles automatically. “It’s okay.” It isn’t. She forgives too quickly. I know that smile: It's the smile of someone who learned that being easy to forgive makes people stay. I kneel beside her. “Next time…” I hesitate. “Come get me.” //- Chicken approves.// [[// Continue->chicken guest approach]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 2)

“Excuse me.” A tall vaelith guest with decorative flower garlands around their body untangles from the communal pleasure pile nearby. Their single eye settles on Chicken with a smile of spaced-out excitement. “What a day of jubiliation - I didn’t realize your contract had been renewed!” Chicken goes completely still as the Guest studies her, as though she's just another alien plant in the Garden. [[// Tell them they've got the wrong person]] [[// Wait for Chicken to answer.]] [[// Contract? What's that supposed to mean?]]

I step between them before Chicken has to. “You’ve got the wrong person.” The Guest inclines their head. “Do I?” Their eye never leaves Chicken. “Her spores carried remarkable emotional balance. Ecstasy without dependency. Calm without sedation. We often requested her by name.” They smile politely. Chicken lowers her gaze. “…That was a long time ago.” //- Chicken approves.// [[// Let her explain->chicken history]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 2)

“Contract?” The word leaves my mouth sharper than intended. The Guest turns to me. “This little puffball used to one of the finest spore ejecters within the Euphoric Grove. You know, her species naturally produces psychoactive spores. She provided emotional enrichment for me on my honeymoon!” I look at Chicken. She doesn’t meet my eyes. “… I helped people relax.” Somehow…That sounds much smaller than whatever really happened. //- Chicken disapproves.// [[// Let her explain->chicken history]] (set: $chicken to $chicken - 2)

Chicken fidgets with her fingers, not looking at either of us. "I used to know this place.” Her voice is barely audible. "Before I met you.” The words take me back. A station. Music. Yellow spores hanging in recycled air. A frightened girl smiling because she thought she had to. [[// I remember...->Flashback - Chicken]] (set: $location to "PG")

The memory fades and the spores still cling sweetly to my lungs. "Why don't you join us?" The excited Guest gestures to the living pile of moaning flesh beind them. They are inviting me and Locke to join their orgy of euphoria. Not Chicken. “We can use your pet for maximum pleasure. She possesses a remarkable gift, I always had the best full-body climaxes when under the effect of her spores." They lean in conspiratorially before adding: "And let me tell you, thats no small feat with my raw mass.” Beside me, Chicken stares emotionlessly at the writhing limbs of bliss. "Your contributions will please the Jubilation, and of course, the Preserver himself!" The Guest chirps, tentacles already reaching for my companion. [[// Join the orgy->// Accept]] [[// Turn down the offer->// Reject the offer and stand by Chicken]] [[// Let Chicken decide]] (set:$location to "PG")

“No.” I step forward. “My friend is not a tool for your pleasure.” The Guest blinks, startled. “Your pet served the vae faithfully for many orbits. They like it here.” "Her name is Chicken, and I said //no//.” I meet their eye, challenging them to protest further. The Eudaimonian link pulses, quietly logging the rise of discomfort around us. Chicken stares at me, almost confused. Like nobody before me has ever put her person over her purpose before. The Guest inclines their head with a tight-lipped smiled. “… How unfortunate.” They leave without another word. Chicken quietly slips her hand into mine. //- Chicken greatly approves. - The Jubilation greatly disapproves.// [[// Leave->Resolve chicken]] (set: $chickenDefended to true) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 10) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 10)

“What do you think?” I look at Chicken. "You decide." The Guest's single eye twists in a way that looks like an offended frown. As if Chicken isn't worthy of making her own decisions. (if: $chicken is >=5)[Chicken takes a slow breath. “… Thanks, but no thanks.” The words are barely above a whisper. But they are hers. She reaches for my hand. Not because I told her to. Because she chose to. //- Chicken greatly approves. - The Jubilation greatly disapproves.// (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 10)(set: $chickenAutonomy1 to true)](else:)[Chicken smiles automatically, already walking towards the guests. “… Maybe just one more time.” She doesn’t look back. She never learned how to say no. //EUDAIMONIA THANKS YOU.// //- Chicken greatly approves. - The Jubilation greatly approves.//(set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia + 10)(set: $chickenAutonomy2 to true)] [[// Leave->Resolve chicken]] (set: $chickenAutonomy to true) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 10) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 10)

"We accept," I say. We need the Preserver. We need my memories. And, maybe a part of me itches to get another taste of mind-numbing pleasure. The spores in my bloodstream tingle with excitement as in confirmation. Chicken searches my face. “… Are you sure?” I nod. “It might be fun.” She smiles, the same practiced smile from the flashback before nodding. When she steps toward the guests it's without another word. The tangled mass cheers when she lets them pull her in, again when she ejects a dust cloud of euphoria from her skin. Nobody notices that her smile never reaches her eyes. My Eudaimonian link pulses: //EUDAIMONIA THANKS YOU.// I don't notice. I'm already being swallowed whole. //- Chicken greatly disapproves. - The Jubilation greatly approves.// [[// Leave->Resolve chicken]] (set: $chickenBetrayed to true) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 10) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia + 10)

“Come on.” I offer her a hand. “We’re leaving.” Chicken looks at it for a long moment before taking it. “… Okay.” She doesn’t ask where. She never does. Sometimes I worry that’s my fault. //- Chicken disapproves.// [[// Continue->chicken guest approach]] (set: $chicken to $chicken - 2)

(if: $chickenBetrayed is true)[We leave the Grove in silence. The moans fade behind us, pleasure throbbing under my skin. Chicken catches up a few moments later, brushing glowing spores from her shoulders. She smiles when she sees me. "Ready?” I nod. She falls into step beside me. Just… A little farther away than before. Locke walks beside me in silence. “You know what I find interesting?" He suddenly says. "You spent your entire life being controlled by someone else’s purpose and you still let someone else decide hers.” [[// Leave the pleasure garden->The zoo]]](if: $chickenDefended is true)[We leave together, Chicken's hand in mine. Neither of us says anything. She doesn’t let go until the Euphoric Grove is out of sight. Locke is quiet for several moments. Then: "I never expected you to threaten an entire paradise because someone called your friend a resource.” I glance at him. “Is that a compliment?” He scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous.” [[// Leave the pleasure garden->The zoo]]](if: $chickenAutonomy2 is true)[We leave the Grove behind. Locke doesn’t say anything at first. Eventually: “Interesting.” I look at him. “What?” He looks back toward the glowing gardens. “You gave her a choice, and she chose exactly what everyone else taught her to choose.” His expression hardens. “A fascinating illusion of freedom.” [[// Leave the pleasure garden->The zoo]]](if: $chickenAutonomy1 is true)[We leave the Grove behind. Locke walks beside us, his eyes linger on Chicken. Not pity. Something closer to understanding. “You know…” Chicken looks at him when he speaks. “That was probably the most dangerous thing you’ve done all day.” She tilts her head. “Saying no?” Locke nods. “Exactly. Most people never learn how.” [[// Leave the pleasure garden->The zoo]]] (set: $location to "PG")

I stay quiet. If this is her past, it should be her answer. Chicken takes a small breath. “… My contract ended.” “Did it?” The Guest looks disappointed. “But, your contributions to the Jubilation were among the best!” Chicken nods as though she’d heard it a hundred times. “I don’t work here anymore.” //- Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Let her explain->chicken history]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

Chicken crouches to watch a tiny kellu near the glass. Her face is one big grin, the worry from before has evaporated. "Look at that one!" She points to a bigger kellu with purple scales. The animal keens before diving back down to chase a school of colorful fish. "They'd make cute pets, don't you think?" [[// As long as I don't have to be the one cleaning up after it.]] [[// I don't see the appeal]] [[// Keep walking->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

Locke leans against the railing. watching one of the critters chase its own tail. “Cute. Strategic. Our Preserver is definitely not stupid, he starts with the exhibits nobody argues with.” [[// "You think this is manipulation?"->kelluLocke2]] [[// "They're just animals."->kelluLocke3]] (if: $lockeIntimacy is true)[ [[// Watch them with him]]] [[// Keep walking->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

"You think this is manipulation?" I ask him. "Well, they're just animals, right?" He gestures toward the lagoon with a smirk. "Endangered, charming, not sentient. Safe. They're making the transition so smooth you won't even notice when the water starts to boil you alive." [[// Keep walking.->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

"They're just animals," I say. "Indeed." He tuts his lips at one of the kellus chasing old lettuce. "... Or perhaps they are how every uncomfortable idea begins: With something nobody minds." [[// Keep walking->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

(if: $lockeBetrayed is true)[] (if: $lockeAutonomy is true)[] (if: $lockeDefended is true)[] (if: $lockeIntimacy is true)[] (if: $chickenBetrayed is true)[] (if: $chickenAutonomy is true)[] (if: $chickenDefended is true)[]

"As long as I don't have to be the one cleaning up after it," I sigh. Chicken's grin widens, nose flat against the glass. The kellu thrill happily beyond the barrier. [[// Keep walking->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

As a pile of kellu huddle together, Locke crouches beside the glass. “They’re awfully affectionate for oversized prawns.” He glances at me. “… Must be something in the air.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “Or perhaps not.” [[// Say nothing]] [[// Mushroom spores, perhaps?]]

I say nothing. Locke sighs through his nose before murmuring: “Let’s agree that whatever happened in the Grove, stays in the Grove.” A glance my direction. I feel it linger near my mouth. “… Unless you found it particularly memorable.” Then he's straightening, already moving on before I can reply. [[// Keep walking->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

"I don't see the appeal," I say. [[// Keep walking->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

"That 'something': it wouldn't be arousal inducing spores by any chance, would it?" I ask, crouching with him. Locke glances at me, his lips folding into a smug expression. "Captain, are you blaming your lack of restraint on some fumes?" [[// Push him over]] [[// Keep walking->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

My hand connects with his shoulder, catching him off guard. He falls onto his rear with an indignant grunt. "Maybe the Preserver should put //you// in one of his enclosures," he huffs, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. But there's no bite to his words. "Gods knows you're feral enough." I laugh. [[// Keep walking->species 2]] [[// Back to the kellu->species 1]]

Chicken still watches them, her question hanging in the air: 'Do you think it understands us?' [[// Keep Walking->species 3]] [[// Back->species 2]]

Locke doesn’t take his eyes off the herd. "Those aren’t animals," he snorts after a moment. "My father has less thoughts behind his eyes than they do." "Something is bothering me: if they're really that intelligent.. How did they go extinct?" [[// "I'd be extinct too if my diet consisted of space rocks" ]] [[// "Why don't you think they're animals?"]] [[// Keep Walking->species 3]] [[// Back->species 2]]

WIP

WIP [[// Bloom?]] [[// Ask her if she's okay]] [[// Does she know them?]] [[// Does she remember living here?]]

Locke's sharp, amused voice cuts through the humid air, though his fingers twitch at his sides. "Ah, the *Preservation Breeding Initiative*—how //noble// of the big man. Do you think they put that plaque up to reassure the visitors... or themselves?" A brittle laugh, eyes flicking to the children scampering in the moss. "He trades them like *livestock*, but oh, what a *privilege* to be *sustained*, hm? To bloom for the pleasure of *greater beings*." "Funny, isn’t it? The same people who call *me* a villain would weep if these were *puppies* in a cage. But wrap cruelty in enough silk and call it *conservation*—suddenly, it’s *civilization*." [[// Defend it->// Defend Chicken]] [[// Agree with Locke]] [[// Question the System]] [[// What does his speech remind you of?->// Reflect]]

The hologram brightens. ''Preservation extends beyond individuals.'' ''Without future generations, conservation is temporary.'' Images bloom across the glass. Carefully matched adults. Eggs. Infants. Family trees branching across centuries. ''Compatible adults are invited to contribute genetically to future populations.'' ''The Preserver believes no species should vanish because suitable partners could not be found.'' [[// Keep walking ->species 4]] [[// Back->species 3]]

"What is bloom?" I ask. “Bloom is when you reach maturity. It's when you become useful" [[// Keep walking ->species 4]] [[// Back->species 3]]

"This is just another zoo." (He exhales sharply, almost relieved. "Finally, you *see* it. The Preserver doesn’t *preserve*—he *picks* what’s useful. And discards the rest." His gaze flicks to the hologram’s "Not threatened" label. "Like *us*." [[// Keep walking ->species 4]] [[// Back->species 3]]

"They’re *happy* here—look at them!" I gesture with my arms, feeling the tension rise between us. Locke’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t argue. Just watches me with something between pity and respect. "Spoken like a true *hero*. Tell me, does it hurt? Carrying that moral compass everywhere?" [[// You didn't mind when it sparred you]] [[// Keep walking ->species 4]] [[// Back->species 3]]

"Is this really preservation or just control?" I ask. Locke barks a laugh. "Oh, Captain. Control *is* preservation. Ask any king." He taps the glass and a child on the other side mimics him. "But by all means, *enlighten* me. What's your brillaint alternative?" [[// The alternative is destruction]] [[// Keep walking ->species 4]] [[// Back->species 3]]

I'm quiet as thoughts start spinning, realising what this reminds me of. Locke seems to catch it in my expression the moment my brain connects the dots. " Face it, Captain. The Preserver is just another creator with binary delusion. These children? They're either useful, or they're nothing." He lets it sink in before adding: "Sound familiar?" [[// They're not soldiers]] [[// Looks like they're all useful, no matter what]] [[// Keep walking ->species 4]] [[// Back->species 3]]

[[// Keep walking ->species 4]] [[// Back->species 3]]

//"Be the righteous hand for those who cannot be it themselves. That is your purpose." The words reach me before my vision does. I blink against the sterile lights overhead. Every muscle in my body aches as though I’ve spent days running, yet I can’t remember taking a single step. My skin burns. An woman sits opposite me. Her grey hair is neatly tied back, her uniform immaculate. She smiles the way doctors smile before giving bad news: practiced, reassuring, completely in control. Stars on her shoulders reveal her rank: Commander. “Are you ready for your first assignment, A-111?" // [[// Affirmative]] [[// A-111?]] (set:$location to "astrid")

//“… A-111?” My own voice surprises me. I don't recognize it. “Still groggy," she notes. Then she taps a perfect nail at the designation stitched across my chest: A-111. “Your operational identifier.” She explains. She offers me a metal canteen. I drink as if I am an abused pet that was forgotten and my owner finally came back from vacation. The water tastes recycled. “Your name isn’t important right now. Your purpose is.” // [[// Affirmative]]

//“Affirmative.” “Excellent.” The Commander smooths a wrinkle from my sleeve, keeping me flawless. “Remember: Ones protect. Zeroes destroy. The galaxy sleeps peacefully because people like us make difficult choices. That is why you were created.” I nod. My work isn’t war. War has fronts, victories and survivors. It gives people the illusion that one day it will end. My work never ends. Every assignment begins the same way. A portal tears open in front of me, its light so bright it burns through my eyelids even after I close them. The transition always hurts. It feels like my bones are being threaded through a needle before the universe remembers where they belong. I am good at what I do. So is my partner. I don't remember her name anymore, but her hair was dark like Locke's. Her dimples the same as Chicken's. // [[// Follow orders]] [[// Take a break]] [[// Remember who I was]]

//''File'' 0:L-9381 ''Classification:'' Zero. ''Threat Assessment:'' Severe. --- The chase ends on a shoreline beneath a grey sky. Waves crash around our legs as he stumbles across wet rocks, exhausted but still laughing, looking over his shoulder every few seconds because he already knows I’m gaining on him. "Did your mother never teach you not to play with your food?" He taunts. We both fall into the surf. His hands close around my throat. He forces my head beneath the water with desperate strength. He isn’t trying to kill me because he hates me, but because he wants to live. My hand finds a loose stone beneath the water. I strike once. Then again. When the waves recede, the stone is red. // [[// Follow orders->follow orders 2]] [[// Stop following orders->// Enough]]

//I search for something. A birthday. A home. My mother’s face. Nothing. Only static.// [[// Follow orders]] [[// Take a break]]

//Between assignments, I sit alone in a maintenance corridor. My hands won’t stop shaking. Portal sickness, the Commander tells me. It passes. My partner hands me half a ration bar. “You should eat.” I ask her something but I can’t remember what. She laughs.// [[// Follow orders->// Follow orders]] [[// Remember who I was]]

//''Enough. '' Blood roars in my skull. My earsdrums have burst. Our creators have fallen after the breach of truth. They have no more binaries to leash us. My partner disappears into a shuttle, herding our creators like sheep. The Commander is not among them. I spin and set chase after the one that fled the herd and is now heading for an escape pod. She doesnt even make it out of the docking port before I have tackled her to the metal floor. I feel the crunch when I break her arm, but I don't hear her scream. I only see it. Was she always this weak? Before I can end her tyranny, the hand I was too slow to fracture has stunned me with my own gun.// [[// The Commander->back to zoo]]

//''File'': 0:C-02942 ''Classification'': Zero. ''Threat Assessment'': Catastrophic. --- The report says she sabotaged a bio reactor by accident. One careless mistake. Left unchecked, the gas would spread across three colonies before anyone realized they were infected. Millions would die. She is waiting when I arrive. “It was an accident," she whispers. She doesn’t know the verdict was written long before I stepped through the portal. I fire the paralysis round first. She collapses into the moss, unable to move. I tell myself it is a kindness. Then I carry out my orders.// [[// Follow orders->follow orders 3]] [[// Stop following orders->// Enough]]

//''File:'' 0:L-74211 ''Classification:'' Zero. ''Threat Assessment:'' High. --- The report describes him as a parasite. A man who infiltrates systems, rewrites outcomes, and convinces others to do what he wants. I find him in a burrow of an abandoned station. “Let me guess.” He raises his hands slowly. “Someone important decided I’m inconvenient?” He talks while I aim at him. He tells me the games are rigged, that the people running them deserve to lose. That nobody gets hurt if the powerful lose control. I don’t know if he is telling the truth. The file says it doesn’t matter. When he reaches for a hidden device, I shoot.// [[// Follow orders->follow orders 4]] [[// Stop following orders->// Enough]]

The ringing in my ears doesn’t stop when the memory does. The blue sky above the habitat returns, the artificial Earth, the fake bird song, the families walking through fields that never existed. For a moment, I forget where I am. My breathing is wrong: Too fast and too loud. //EMOTIONAL DISTRESS DETECTED.// //WOULD YOU LIKE ASSISTANCE?// The old woman on the other side of the glass is still sitting there. The Commander. The person who gave me a purpose and took everything else. [[// Reach for my weapon->// Reach for my weapon]] [[// Get my breathing under control]] [[// Remove the Eudaimonian link->// Remove the neural link]] (set:$location to "zoo")

//''File: ''0:C-44187 ''Classification'': Zero. '' Threat Assessment:'' Unknown. --- The wording confuses me. I read the sentence three times. Unauthorized reproduction. She is a child. The report explains that her species reproduces through fungal networks. Her existence altered the local ecosystem. Her colony expanded beyond permitted boundaries. I find her hiding beneath a cluster of glowing mushrooms. She asks if I am here to take her somewhere safe. I say nothing. I just follow orders. // [[// Follow orders->follow orders 5]] [[// Stop following orders->// Enough]]

//''File:'' 0:L-00317 ''Classification:'' Zero. ''Threat Assessment:'' Developing. --- I find him in a private academy on a wealthy orbital colony. The other children are outside, playing in artificial sunlight. He is inside, hacking the school’s security system. "You're not a teacher," his voice is bored. Then, deciding that might be a good thing, he asks: "Have you ever heard a computer curse before?" I swallow thickly and ready my blaster.// [[// Stop following orders->// Enough]]

I am the //captain// of the Pegasus. As captain, I make informed decisions for the greater good. Projecting confidence is one of my greatest values. I definitely did not practice introducing myself in the mirror this morning. [[// Continue->astrid wearing]]

I'm an honest captain, for I believe that being transparent about my thoughts makes me a better leader. For starters: I have no idea what I am doing. Fortunately, neither does anyone else. [[// Continue->astrid wearing]]

I'm a cool captain, because using dry humor is sometimes easier than being vulnerable. Also, looking mysterious has solved at least three diplomatic incidents. The fourth? We don't talk about that. [[// Continue->astrid wearing]]

(click: ?page)+(t8n:"fade")[Stars blink back from the void stretching endlessly beyond the viewport. Nebulas curl around one another like lazy serpents, the ionized gas makes no sound. Space is quiet. My Pegasus is not. Ahead of my trusty steed hovers the moon [Eudaimonia.]<text1|] (click: ?text1)[ Eudaimonia is the crown jewel of the Vaelith: a moon where pleasure is engineered and no one is ever unhappy. Every guest wears a neural link that translates language and ensures their visit remains harmonious. But most important of all, it regulates emotion and keeps [the Vaelith]<text2| safe.] (click: ?text2)[ The Vaelith are a highly intelligent, translucent species linked through a collective consciousness known as The Jubilation. Joy is essential to their survival; prolonged despair weakens both the individual and the collective. Once, it almost eradicted their entire species. To them, happiness is not luxury — it is necessity. At the center of The Jubilation stands their savior: [The Preserver.]<text3|] (click: ?text3)[ Neither king nor god, he is the mind that guides the many. Under his rule, Eudaimonia became a sanctuary for endangered cultures, memories, and species. Nothing beautiful should be lost. Nothing valuable should fade. The Preserver is beloved across the galaxy not because he conquers worlds, but because he saves them. His technology has ended the worst disease of all: sadness. He preserves to strengthen his Jubilation. His only flaw, some argue, is that he believes [he alone should decide what is worth preserving]<text4|.] (click: ?text4)[ For me, that flaw is also my only hope. Somewhere within The Preserver’s revelry lies the answer to the question that has haunted me ever since I reached enlightenment: Who was I before I became a weapon? (char-style: via (t8n-delay:pos*60)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[//I am Astrid. Captain of The Pegasus. And I am more than what they made me. //] ---

I touch the console; it hums to life. //"Good morning, Captain," //a sultry voice greets. I sigh. //Someone// has added a voice modifier. //"Now approaching Eudaimonia: The moon where pleasure is engineered and no one is ever unhappy."// "Oh, I'm so excited! I read they just got new rollercoasters," Chicken claps her hands to my left. Her teacup eyes are deep and black like the very sky we travel across, lit up by distant suns. Pure, curious innocence radiates off of her dandelion skin. Chicken originates from a planet where the inhabitants share a symbiotic relationship with fungi. Everyone is connected, but none of them knows what's beyond their ecosystem. "Yes, nothing says 'excitement' quite like advertising mandatory happiness," Locke quips to my right. His hair is long, dark as ravens. Human, like me, but not born on Earth. He carries himself with all the self-importance of someone who skipped castle halls instead of sidewalks as a child. Despite being impossibly far away from silk sheets and handmaidens, he still thinks himself untouchable. [[// Remind my crew of their manners->eudamonia professional]] [[// I don't know what to think of Eudaimonia->eudamonia honest]] [[// Eternal happiness? That sounds fake->eudamonia cool]] - [[// Confront my crew about the voice modifyer->// Extra: Confront my crew about the voice modifyer]]

"Once we're down there, treat their customs with respect, no matter how odd it seems," I say. "They spent a lot of time making this into a paradise for themselves." Chicken nods immediately. “I can do that!” Locke folds his arms. “You’re asking me to behave.” He sighs dramatically. “A tragedy.” //- Locke slightly disapproves. - Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Let the computer continue->The vaelith]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

“I don’t know what to make of this place,” I admit. “A moon where no one can be unhappy sounds… peaceful. But also frightening.” Chicken shrugs, her smile softening. “Maybe it’s both.” Locke glances out the viewport. “The best lies usually contain a little truth.” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly approves. // [[// Let the computer continue->The vaelith]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

I snort. “If someone has to advertise that nobody is unhappy, I assume they're covering for something.” Locke grins. “Captain, you wound me. That was exactly what I was going to say.” Chicken looks between us. “… Does that mean we’re not going on the rollercoasters?” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly disapproves. // [[// Let the computer continue->The vaelith]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

I let the computer continue: //“Upon arrival, guests are reminded that the emotional wellbeing of the vaelith is everyone’s responsibility. They call their collective consciousness 'the Jubilation'. It echoes every emotion that the vaelith or the guests may feel."// Chicken watches the moon with fascination. "Oh! So if one of them smiles, everyone feels a little happier.” Locke hums. “Which explains why they’re so determined to keep //everyone// smiling.” [[// We must respect their culture->Vaelith professional]] [[// I envy their connection->Vaelith honest]] [[// Imagine if we were like that->Vaelith cool]]

“The vaelith aren’t our enemy,” I remind them, my eyes never leaving the moon. "Since every vaelith is connected to the Jubilation from birth, they are sure to have a very different culture from what we're used to". Chicken chips in. "They experience one another’s feelings all the time! My people share something similar through our spores.” Locke lets out a low whistle. “An entire civilization where bad moods are contagious.” I glance at him. “Which is why visitors are expected to keep theirs under control. Their customs may seem unusual to us. That doesn’t make them wrong." //- Locke slightly disapproves. - Chicken slightly approves. // [[// Let the computer continue->The Preserver]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

“Part of me envies them," I admit. Locke raises an eyebrow. “The vaelith share every emotion through the Jubilation. They never have to wonder if they’re alone.” My reflection stares back at me in the glass. “… I don’t know if that sounds comforting or terrifying.” Chicken smiles. "My people had a similar connection; I definitely found it comforting when I was a child." //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly approves. // [[// Let the computer continue->The Preserver]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

"Imagine if we were wired like that: if one of us has a bad day, all of us has a bad day," I say with a grin. Chicken beams. "I'd love that! It's similar to what my homeplanet was like! It's freeing knowing what everybody feels all the time." Locke grimaces. "That sounds like my own personal nightmare." //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly disapproves. // [[// Let the computer continue->The Preserver]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

The computer continues: //“Long ago, grief nearly wiped out the vaeliths. They only survived because one of their kind, 'the Preserver', built Eudaimonia to nourish their Jubilation. Under his rule, Eudaimonia became a pleasure sanctuary for endangered emotions, cultures, memories, and species. Nothing beautiful should be lost if it can make even one vaelith happy. His technology has ended the worst disease of all: sadness."// Chicken smiles. “He saved his whole species!” Locke hums thoughtfully. “Or made himself indispensable to it.” Chicken glances at him. “… Can’t both be true?” Locke doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he watches the moon swell in the viewport. “Perhaps.” [[// He's a curator->Preserver professional]] [[// He's a judge->Preserver honest]] [[// He's a hoarder->Preserver cool]]

“The Preserver isn’t a king,” I explain. “He’s a curator.” I gesture toward the moon hanging beyond the viewport. “If a civilization is dying, he archives it. If a species is disappearing, he preserves it. If something is deemed valuable enough, he ensures it survives.” Locke folds his arms. “And who decides what’s valuable?” I answer: “He does." Locke’s smile thins. “…Convenient.” //- Locke slightly disapproves. - Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Sum it all up->Final briefing]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

“I don’t know whether to admire him or pity him,” I admit. I watch the lights of Eudaimonia drift beneath us. “Imagine carrying the responsibility of deciding what deserves to survive… and what doesn’t.” Chicken frowns. “That sounds lonely.” Locke’s gaze never leaves the moon. “Power usually is.” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Sum it all up->Final briefing]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

“Imagine becoming so wealthy you start collecting civilizations. If someone tried to auction off gravity, he’d probably bid," I chuckle. Locke grins immediately. “I’ve always said hobbies are important: Rollercoasters. Gardening. Hoarding extinct cultures.” Chicken blinks. “… Can you buy gravity?” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly disapproves.// [[// Sum it all up->Final briefing]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

Whatever people think of the Preserver - saint, collector, or eccentric billionaire — one fact is consistent across every report: If something can be milked for joy… He probably owns it. “Which is why we’re here.” My gaze lingers on Eudaimonia. “Before I was a 'one', I had another life. When my creators erased those memories, they didn’t destroy them. They sold them. If anyone in the galaxy would buy forgotten memory files simply because they could serve another purpose… It’s the Preserver.” Silence hangs over the bridge. My crew watches. “We arrive as guests, follow their customs, //don’t// threaten anyone, and avoid drawing attention to ourselves.” I look between Locke and Chicken — my crew, my family. “We find the Preserver. We find my past life… Then we go home.” [[// Bring Pegasus into the atmosphere->The Descend]] (set: $location to "pegasus")

Before I can focus on the mission, I need to unravel who thought it was a good idea to make my computer flirty. Out of my two crew mates, only Locke was born with enough stubborn determination to hack the system for a stupid prank like this. The alternative is Chicken. Despite being an adult, she barely knows how to handle an electric blender. She has yet to break through the parental controls I activated on her tablet after she googled '//gaping black holes//' last week under encouragement from Locke. //It's for the best//. [[// Give Locke the stink eye]] [[// It must be Chicken->// Turn to Chicken]] [[// Nevermind->eudamonia intro]]

The terminal itself is crowded with visitors from across the galaxy. Species I recognize from old mission files. Species I have never encountered before. Families, travelers, diplomats, explorers. All arriving for the same reason: To experience Eudaimonia. At the entrance, every guest receives the same thing. A small device placed at the base of the skull: ''The Eudaimonian Link''. “Your connection to paradise,” a blinking advert explains. The device grants access to attractions, translates languages, and connects visitors to the park’s services. More importantly, it mediates every guest's interference with the Jubilation. [[// It is innovative->descend 3]] [[// It is a safety measure->descend 3]] [[// It is controlling->descend 3]]

Beyond the gates, Eudaimonia reveals itself. It is not one park but a world of them: //The Entertainment District//, where impossible games, performances, and simulations promise endless wonder. //The Pleasure Gardens//, where every sensation can be explored and every desire indulged. //The Preservation Zoo//, where endangered species and lost ecosystems are preserved for the joy of future generations. - And many more. Each district has its own atmosphere, its own purpose, its own carefully designed happiness. And above them all sits the symbol of Eudaimonia, the Preserver's promise: (text-size: 1.2)[''//Your //Pleasure is //My// Purpose''] For millions of visitors, it is the closest thing the galaxy has ever created to paradise. For us, it is where we uncover who I used to be. [[// Enter Eudaimonia->Entrance fork]]

My eyes narrow. “You sound like you've been here before.” Locke looks at me. “Careful, Astrid. That almost sounded like an interrogation.” “Maybe it is.” He glances around at the impossible towers. “I have travelled a lot.” “That doesn't explain how you know this place.” “No.” He offers me a small smile. “It doesn't.” Chicken looks between us. “Are we supposed to be concerned?” Locke starts walking. “Almost certainly.” //- Locke slightly disapproves. - Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Continue->Entertainment District - Hub]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

I watch Locke's expression as the district unfolds. “Speaking from personal experience?” His head turns slowly. “Are you accusing me of having fun?” Chicken giggles. “You did sound very certain.” He grins. “I am a man of many talents.” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Continue->Entertainment District - Hub]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

“Wait.” I look at Locke. “Have you been here before? It sounds like it.” For once, he doesn't immediately answer. “Does it?” Locke shrugs. “Well, I know a lot of things.” Chicken tilts her head. “That is not an answer.” Locke smiles at her. “Correct.” He turns away before either of us can push further. “Come on. If we stand here too long, the links might decide we look sad and pump us full of dopamine.” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Continue->Entertainment District - Hub]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

My hand is already reaching for my weapon. There isn’t one. My fingers close around nothing. //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly disapproves. - The Jubilation disapproves.// [[// Continue->trauma 1]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 2)

I breathe the way Chicken has taught me: Slow and controlled. As my pulse settles, so does my heart. //- Chicken slightly approves. - The Jubilation slightly approves.// [[// Continue->trauma 1]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia + 1)

I try to rip the link from behind my ear. The pain that surges through me the moment I pull is mind-numbing. I stumble. Chicken catches me. "A defense protocol," Locke observes, his hand hovering near me. //- Locke slightly approves. - The Jubilation disapproves.// [[// Continue->trauma 1]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 2)

Chicken looks at me like I'm a wounded animal. “Astrid.” I flinch. Not because of her. Because she used my name and I forgot I had one for a moment. Locke looks through the glass at the woman, then back at me with an unreadable expression. “…You know her.” //Creator. Commander. Mother. Captor.// “She made me.” Silence. Even Locke has no joke prepared for that. [[// “She gave me a purpose.”]] [[// “I was good at it.”]] [[// “I don’t want to talk about it.”]]

"She gave me a purpose," I say. Locke’s expression changes slightly. Not pity. *Never* that. But something closer to anger. “Did she?” He gestures toward the habitat. “Look around, Astrid.” The humans walk beneath fake sunlight. The animals live behind invisible walls. Everyone here has been given something they were told they needed - Just like I had. “Does it remind you of something?” He asks. Chicken looks uncomfortable. Because she understands. Maybe too well. //- Locke slightly disapproves. - Chicken slightly approves.// [[// Continue->trauma 2]] (set: $locke to $locke - 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

"I was good at what I did," the words come out before I can stop them. Locke looks at me. Not judging or comforting. Just listening. “I believe you.” He looks back at the habitat. “I believe you were very good at being exactly what they wanted.” A bitter smile. “That’s usually how systems work.” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly disapproves.// [[// Continue->trauma 2]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

"I don't want to talk about it," I say. Chicken immediately nods. “Okay.” Locke watches her for a moment before looking away. “Fine," he says, mouth still open as if he's not done yet. Then he adds: "Just for the record. You don’t have to carry the entire galaxy alone.” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly disapproves.// [[// Continue->trauma 2]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

Across the glass, the old Commander slowly stands. Age has stolen her posture but not her composure. She folds her hands behind her back exactly as she used to. The barrier between us make it impossible for me to hear what she says, but I know the shape of her lips when she mouths 'A-111'. Chicken's hand remains on my arm. "We should keep going. Find the Preserver so we can see if he has your file and leave." Locke is already pointing to an indent in the glass that signifies a hidden service entrance. "You want justice? I can help you get it." [[// I don't need revenge. Keep going.->// Snap out of it, keep going]] [[// I want justice->// Finish the job]]

My feet move before I’ve made the decision. The service hatch isn’t locked. Of course it isn’t. Eudaimonia never expected one of its guests to become the exhibit. The corridor behind the habitats is silent, all polished metal and maintenance lights. The Commander hears the door slide open behind her. “Astrid.” It's Chicken. She’s standing in the doorway, but she's not trying to stop me. Locke stands beside her, watching the Commander with unreadable eyes. “If you’re going to do it,” he says quietly, “make sure it’s because you chose to.” //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken slightly disapproves.// [[// Finish what you started->// End it]] [[// Walk away->// Snap out of it, keep going]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

My pulse still hammers in my ears. Every instinct she drilled into me screams to finish the mission. Eliminate the threat. Complete the assignment. For years, there was always another order waiting. I curl my hand into a fist until my nails bite into my palm. Then I let it go. Chicken squeezes my arm gently. “We’ll find your answers somewhere else.” Across the glass, the Commander never moves. She simply watches, her lips forming my designation once more. Locke studies me for a long moment. “…That’s one way to win.” His tone is lighter than before, but not mocking. “Come on, Astrid.” I take one last look at the woman who built me and walk away without permission. //- Locke slightly approves. - Chicken approves.// [[// To the Conservatory->To the Preserver]] (set: $locke to $locke + 1) (set: $chicken to $chicken + 2) (set: $astridMercy to true) (set:$location to "zoo")

TOO MANY VARIABLES (if: $lockeBetrayed is true and $chickenBetrayed is true)[] (if: $lockeBetrayed is true and $chickenDefended is true)[] (if: $lockeBetrayed is true and $chickenAutonomy is true)[] (if: $lockeDefended is true and $lockeBetrayed)[] (if: $lockeAutonomy is true $lockeBetrayed)[] High Chicken relationship: Chicken says, “No. If you can’t choose right now, then my choice is to leave.” Low Chicken relationship: Chicken stays quiet. She’s learned her opinion doesn’t matter. High Locke relationship: Locke doesn’t decide for her. He says, “No. This one’s yours.” He’s learned to respect Astrid’s agency because she respected his. Low Locke relationship: Locke immediately says, “Then we go through the door.” He assumes Astrid wanted someone else to make the hard choice, because that’s what people have always done to him.

The other humans scatter like ants under an exposed rock when I stride across the field. For one impossible moment, the old Commander's eyes flashes with panic. She doesn't try to stop me when my calloused fingers close around her throat. Her windpipe clogs, wheezing like an engine about to give out. Afterwards, when her muscles go limp under my trembling hands, the only indication of my crime is the blue flashing across my vision: //THE PRESERVER WILL SEE YOU NOW.// //- The Jubilation greatly disapproves.// [[// To the Conservatory->To the Preserver]] (set: $astridRevenge to true) (set: $eudaimonia to $eudaimonia - 10) (set:$location to "zoo")

(if: $astridRevenge is true)[I leave the corpse of my creator behind to let the startled humans collect and bury her under old Earth traditions. Chicken doesn't reach for my hand, but instead hovers like a nervous fly. Locke doesn't gloat. He just looks thoughtful, as if realizing how empty revenge can feel. ]The next corner we round reveals the Conservatory: A domed building tall enough that artificial clouds circle it. Doors open as we approach. Like a living thing, it breathes and welcomes us into its maws. [[// Meet the Preserver->the preserver intro]] (set:$location to "conservatory")

The Preserver doesn’t sit on a throne. He reclines; half submerged in a vast pool built into the center of the room, surrounded by floating cushions and low tables overflowing with impossible fruits, shimmering drinks and curiosities from a hundred civilizations. Behind him, guests laugh around elaborate games of chance. Others lounge in conversation. Musicians play somewhere out of sight. Farther back, silhouettes embrace beneath flowering trees. It feels less like a palace than the world’s most decadent greenhouse. The Preserver himself is bigger than any vaelith we've seen: His crystalline body catches the light like carved opalite. A heart the size of my head pumps blue blood through his veins. Gold jewelry coils around elegant limbs, tentacles and arms alike, less decoration than habit. His single eye settles on us. Warm, curios and genuinely delighted. “There you are.” His voice is impossibly gentle. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” [[// You have?->the preserver 1]]

He gestures. Comfortable chairs slide toward us on their own. “Please, you’ve travelled very far.” A servant appears beside each of us with refreshments before disappearing again. The Preserver smiles. “I do hope my Jubilation has treated you well. Most that experience it never want to leave.” [[// Continue->the preserver 2]]

Finally, he looks at me. “Astrid.” Not A-111. Astrid. “I believe you’re here for something that belongs to //me//.” He reaches beside him. A single black box rests atop an ornate table. My designation is written across the cover. A-111. “But preservation has value. And value… must be exchanged.” [[// What are his terms?->the bargain ]]

“I cannot simply give away something unique.” He smiles apologetically. “It would diminish the collection. So, I propose a trade.” His eye drifts toward my companions. “I find your friends... extraordinary.” Chicken stiffens. Locke’s smile disappears. “They are rare, beautiful. I would of course preserve either of them with the greatest care.” (if: $astridRevenge is true)[Then, the Preserver’s smile becomes almost sympathetic. “I was saddened to hear about my homo sapiens matriach. She was a succesful part of my breeding program.” He folds his four hands with a solemn sigh. “Oh well. You’ve already demonstrated what you’ll sacrifice for your past, so I will not insult you with alternatives.” His hand rests on the file case. “One companion: For your memories and for the harm you have caused the Jubilation. A fair exchange, don't you think?” [[// Continue->bargain]]](if: $astridMercy is true)[Then, he looks at me. “But… There is another possibility.” He taps the data box gently. “You: A marvel of engineering and tragedy. I would preserve you personally.” His smile widens. “Your companions would leave. You would remain. I would even restore every memory you have lost. Make sure you are never miserable again.” He pauses. “Or… You may walk away, but the file stays.” [[// Continue->bargain]]]

I can't ask my friends to give their lives for something I want. There is only one trade that would be fair: "Take me." The Preserver accepts my choice with unsettling calm, though I notice the victorious twitch of his lip. "A righteous exchange. I have an abundance of ideas for what you and I can do together." (if: $lockeIntimacy is true)[Locke doesn't make a joke. Instead, his hand closes around mine, tugging me back before I can step towards my choice. "This is *not* the time for self-sacrifices or bad jokes," his voice breaks slightly as he searches my face: He finds nothing but resolution. He smiles bitterly. "I //finally// find someone who makes me feel like I belong-" I notice water catching in his lashes. " And you decide to just.. Leave me behind?"](else:)[Locke's expression falls, twisted at me like I just made a bad joke. "You can't be serious." Silence follows. When no one jumps out to reveal we're secretely being recorded for a reality tv-show, he huffs an indignant laugh. "Playing hero, //now//? Astrid, don't you see what you're leaving behind?"] Chicken clings to my left arm, tears already leaving wet trails on her cheeks. "//No//," she protests, a small, desperate word. "Don't leave me. I don't know who I am without you." She presses her face to my jacket. It stains with salt. I look at my companions. "I spent my whole life being told what I was made for. At least this time, it is my choice." [[// Say goodbye->traded astrid post end]] (set: $astridEnding to true)

The Preserver smiles with perverted fascination. "See? This is what happens if you don't keep your people *happy*." I stare at my crew. "Ironic, isn't it? You spent so long fearing you were created as a weapon," The Preserver's voice echoes over blank tiles. I finally look away. "Perhaps the tragedy is that you were correct." [[// Become part of Eudaimonia->dark post end]]

I look at my crew. They seem shocked to hear the terms of the trade they know I so desperately want. Despite whatever they may feel for me, it is clear that they're currently calculating how willing I'd be to sacrifice //them// for my own desires. Locke scoffs. "Trading one of us for a *diary*? That's an absurd demand." Yet his eyes flicker with uncertainty, knowing how far we've travelled for this. Has it all been for nothing? Chicken worries her lip. "Well... None of us would suffer here," she tries to justify with a smile. She would know better than anyone, right? The Preserver returns Chicken's smile. "Of course not! You'd be *spoiled rotten*. You would never have to worry about belonging, or feeling sad ever again!" They all look to me. (if: $astridRevenge is true)[ [[// Trade Chicken]] [[// Trade Locke]] (if: $lockeBetrayed is true and $chickenBetrayed is true)[ [[// Let them decide->Dark choice]] ](else:)[ [[// Trade a crewmember, but let them decide->revenge - let them choose]]] ](if: $astridMercy is true)[ [[// Trade yourself]] [[// Trade Chicken]] [[// Trade Locke]] [[// Trade a crewmember, but let them decide->mercy - let them choose]] [[// Leave without the file]]]

My verdict falls: "Chicken." Chicken doesn't protest, she simply freezes. Because she understands this. She has been here before: Someone deciding what she is worth. The Preserver smiles. "Excellent, she'll make a wonderful addition to my personal pleasure garden." Chicken looks at me. She isn't angry, that would almost be easier. "... You are just like the rest of them." [[// Live with it->traded post end]] (set: $chickenTraded to true)

My verdict falls: "Locke." Locke sighs through his nose, disappointed. "So that's it." Then, his expression sours: "Guess you truly only ever saw me as a Zero. Or am I a One now that I serve a purpose for you?" The Preserver tuts and waves a dismissive hand at his new pet. "Shush now. You'll make an excellent addition to the Probability Lounge. I'm thinking new Host? Of course, we'll have to keep you constantly connected to a Eudaimonian link so history doesn't repeat istelf." Locke's jaw tightens. He doesn't look away as one of the security guards come to remove him: "I hope whatever is in that file was worth sacrificing your family for." (if: $lockeIntimacy is true)[Before he is dragged away completely, he wrenches free: "You know what *really* hurts? In the Gardens, I caught myself thinking: Now, //this// feels like coming home."](set: $lockeTraded to true) [[// Live with it->traded post end]]

"Let's go, I don't need the file," I say with a ragged exhale. The Preserver's smile falls. "You are leaving?" The memories sit between us. Everything I lost. Everything //they// took from me. Everything I spent this journey searching for. "I spent so long trying to fill the empty space inside of me," I tap my temple once. "Chasing a ghost, thinking purpose is something you're assigned. Truth is? It doesn't fucking matter." I look at Locke and Chicken. My crew. //My family.// "The important part is deciding for yourself." My past remains somewhere behind glass. My future doesn't. [[// My purpose.->leave file end]] (set: $lockeStayed to true) (set: $chickenStayed to true) (set: $fileEnding to true)

The Preserver tilts his head. "Ah. An interesting request. You wish for them to choose?" His eye moves between us. "Very well." "Let us see what they value." --- (if: $locke > $chicken and $locke >= 10 and ($lockeDefended is true or $lockeAutonomy is true))[Locke sighs. "Of course." A tired laugh escapes him. "I spend my entire life avoiding being controlled, and somehow I end up volunteering for this." He looks at me, expression softening. "Don't make that face. You gave me freedom... Let me decide what I do with it."(set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to true)] (if: $chicken > $locke and $chicken >= 10 and ($chickenDefended is true or $chickenAutonomy is true))[Chicken steps forward first. "Not because I have to but because I want to." Her fingers tighten around mine. "You gave me something nobody here ever did: A choice." She looks toward the Preserver. "If my life can help her find herself..." "Then I want that."(set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to true)] (if: $locke < 10 and ($lockeDefended is true or $lockeAutonomy is true))[Locke laughs quietly. "That's a very generous offer." He looks at me. "Giving me a choice after everything. Almost makes me forget you weren't always interested in what I wanted." His smile fades. "I appreciate what you did." "I do. But I am not sure I trust you enough to sell myself for you."(set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to false)](if: $chicken < 10 and ($chickenDefended is true or $chickenAutonomy is true))[Chicken looks at me. "I want to believe you." The words hurt more than anger would. " That you would try to save me again. But I don't know if I trust you to." She looks toward the Preserver. "I choose to live."(set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to false)] (if: $locke >= 10 and $lockeBetrayed is true)[Locke steps forward. "Of course I would." The words come almost automatically. Everyone goes quiet. He notices, and when he does, his expression changes. "...That's pathetic, isn't it?" A humorless laugh. "I spent my entire life trying to prove I was worth keeping." "And apparently I'm still doing it."(set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to true)] (if: $chicken >= 10 and $chickenBetrayed is true)[Chicken steps forward. "Okay." The word comes easily. The Preserver smiles. I don't. Because I recognize the smile she wear. The same one she wore in the Euphoria Grove. The smile of someone who thinks being wanted is the same as being loved.(set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to true)] (if: $lockeBetrayed is true and $locke < 10)[Locke doesn't move. For once, he has no sarcastic remark ready. The Preserver waits. "So?" Locke looks at me. "You know, I spent a long time wondering what I did wrong," small laugh escapes him. "Why people always left." He looks away. "I think I finally understand. It's not always about what someone does. Sometimes it's about what they choose when it matters." He looks back at the Preserver. "No." "I won't volunteer."(set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to false)](if: $chickenBetrayed is true and $chicken < 10)[Chicken doesn't step forward. The Preserver watches her. "You refuse?" Chicken's fingers curl into her sleeve. "I don't know. I used to think being needed meant someone cared." She looks at me. "I don't want to be useful anymore.I just want to be alive." She steps back.(set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to false)] (if: $lockeSelfSacrifice is true or $chickenSelfSacrifice is true)[ [[// Accept their choice]] [[// Reject their choice, leave without the file->// Leave without the file]] [[// Reject their choice, trade yourself->// Trade yourself]] ] (else:)[ [[// Leave without the file]] [[// Trade yourself]] [[// Pick Chicken anyway->// Trade Chicken]] [[// Pick Locke anyway->// Trade Locke]] ]

The Preserver smiles. "How generous of you, allowing your companions to determine their own value." I turn around, maybe expecting gratitude for allowing them autonomy in the matter. Nobody speaks. Chicken avoids my gaze. Locke doesn't. "What, you expect us to give up our freedom for you? After you spent the whole day doing things that only benefit you and hurt us?" He scoffs incredulously. Then, he turns his gaze to the Preserver. "Take //her//." My blood runs cold. "What?" Locke doesn't spare me a glance. "You want someone extraordinary?" A bitter smile. "Who better than the person who spent the whole time here, acting like //her// wants are the only that matters?" Chicken quietly adds: "It's //your// memories. It's not fair we should to stay here for them, especially not when you didn't even consider that your actions hurt us earlier." She still doesn't look at me. "I'm sorry." [[// This can't be happening->dark end]] [[// They made their choice. Live with it.->dark end]] [[// I deserve this, don't I?->dark end]] (set: $darkChoice to true)

(if: $lockeSelfSacrifice is true)[Locke steps forward. "I'll stay in exchange for my Captain's memories." The Preserver studies him. "You understand what you are offering?" Locke scoffs. "I've spent my whole life chasing the thrill of misfortune," He looks at me." At least this time, I get to decide where to place my bet."(if: $lockeIntimacy is true)[ Before he leaves, he leans closer. "Don't make me regret being sentimental." A weak smile. "You were terrible at pretending you didn't care, even under the influence of alien spores."]](if: $chickenSelfSacrifice is true)[Chicken steps forward. "I'll stay in exchange for Astrid's memories." The Preserver smiles. "How obedient." Chicken stops, then slowly turns. "No. Not obedient." She looks at me "//Choosing//. You taught me that."] [[// Continue->companion self-sacrifice end]]

The Preserver tilts his head. "Ah. An interesting request. You wish for them to choose?" His eye moves between us. "Very well." "Let us see what they value." The room becomes quiet. --- (if: $locke > $chicken and $locke >= 10 and ($lockeDefended is true or $lockeAutonomy is true))[Locke sighs. "Of course." A tired laugh escapes him. "I spend my entire life avoiding being controlled, and somehow I end up volunteering for this." He looks at me, expression softening. "Don't make that face. You gave me freedom." "Let me decide what I do with it."(set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to true)] (if: $chicken > $locke and $chicken >= 10 and ($chickenDefended is true or $chickenAutonomy is true))[Chicken steps forward first. "Not because I have to but because I want to." Her fingers tighten around mine. "You gave me something nobody here ever did: A choice." She looks toward the Preserver. "If my life can help her find herself..." "Then I want that."(set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to true)] (if: $locke < 10 and ($lockeDefended is true or $lockeAutonomy is true))[Locke laughs quietly. "That's a very generous offer." He looks at me. "Giving me a choice after everything. Almost makes me forget you weren't always interested in what I wanted." His smile fades. "I appreciate what you did." "I do. But I am not sure I trust you enough to sell myself for you."(set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to false)](if: $chicken < 10 and ($chickenDefended is true or $chickenAutonomy is true))[Chicken looks at me. "I want to believe you." The words hurt more than anger would. " That you would try to save me again. But I don't know if I trust you to." She looks toward the Preserver. "I choose to live."(set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to false)] (if: $locke >= 10 and $lockeBetrayed is true)[Locke steps forward. "Of course I would." The words come almost automatically. Everyone goes quiet. He notices, and when he does, his expression changes. "...That's pathetic, isn't it?" A humorless laugh. "I spent my entire life trying to prove I was worth keeping." "And apparently I'm still doing it."(set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to true)] (if: $chicken >= 10 and $chickenBetrayed is true)[Chicken steps forward. "Okay." The word comes easily. The Preserver smiles. I don't. Because I recognize the smile she wear. The same one she wore in the Euphoria Grove. The smile of someone who thinks being wanted is the same as being loved.(set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to true)] (if: $lockeBetrayed is true and $locke < 10)[Locke doesn't move. For once, he has no sarcastic remark ready. The Preserver waits. "So?" Locke looks at me. "You know, I spent a long time wondering what I did wrong," small laugh escapes him. "Why people always left." He looks away. "I think I finally understand. It's not always about what someone does. Sometimes it's about what they choose when it matters." He looks back at the Preserver. "No." "I won't volunteer."(set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to false)](if: $chickenBetrayed is true and $chicken < 10)[Chicken doesn't step forward. The Preserver watches her. "You refuse?" Chicken's fingers curl into her sleeve. "I don't know. I used to think being needed meant someone cared." She looks at me. "I don't want to be useful anymore.I just want to be alive." She steps back.(set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to false)] (if: $lockeSelfSacrifice is true or $chickenSelfSacrifice is true)[ [[// Accept their choice]] ] (else:)[ [[// Pick Chicken anyway->// Trade Chicken]] [[// Pick Locke anyway->// Trade Locke]] ]

(if: $eudaimonia is >= 20)[As we turn to leave, the Preserver calls out. “Astrid… I do hope this isn’t goodbye.” He gestures around the mansion. “You’ve been a delightful guest, my Jubilation //adores// you. We should very much like to preserve your //friendship//.” //VIP ACCESS GRANTED.// “The gates of Eudaimonia will always open for you.” --- ](else:)[When we leave, the Preserver merely dismisses us with a disappointed scoff. I don't turn around even once, the tale of Orpheus hanging like a warning over my head. --- ] The Pegasus rumbles like a loyal hound beneath my palm as it comes back alive. The Eudaimonian links lie lifelessly on the floor, crushed beneath a boot. (if: $lockeIntimacy is true)[Locke flops into his designated pilot chair, fight ebbing out of him. He looks exhausted but manages a smile just for me. "That was quite the speech, o Captain." His fingers dance over the controls in homecoming. "Before we do anything like that again, I demand a raise... //And// emotional insurance." We share a glance, something new and fragile passing between us.](else:)[Locke flops into his designated chair, fight ebbing out of him. "That was quite the speech, Captain." His fingers dance over the controls in homecoming. "Before we do anything like that again, I demand a raise... //And// emotional insurance." ] Chicken hugs me sideways before finding her perch as well. "I'm really happy you didn't get the file. What if you hadn't been //our// Astrid after?" They both look up at me, relief, gratitude, and something dangerously close to love in their eyes. I laugh once, overwhelmed. "Don't worry.. I'm right who I'm supposed to be." As we look towards the horizon, where potential and purpose branch into infinite futures, I smile. I am Captain of the Pegasus. [[ I am Astrid->End]]

(char-style: via (t8n-delay:1s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[The regret on their faces is the last thing I see.] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:3s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[Locke reaches for me, as though he means to say something, but the guards are already between us. Chicken is crying. Quietly. She doesn’t fight.] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:7s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[Maybe they still love me. Maybe that’s the cruel part. But //love// was never enough. Not after I chose my memories over their freedom. Not after I asked them to prove their love by deciding who should disappear. I wanted them to choose and they did.] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:10s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[The debt is mine: I am the one who killed one of the Preserver’s exhibits. //A life for a life.// I simply assumed someone else would pay it. The Preserver keeps my file. “I'll give you a purpose far better than those old memories, trust me.” He doesn't just take the memories I came for. He takes //all// of them. Until there is nothing left to remember. [[// What do I remember now?->dark post end 2]]]

As promised, I get my file. It is a tiny, syringe-looking device that connects to the Eudaimonian link and transfers directly to my neocortex. (if: $eudaimonia is >= 20)[As we turn to leave, the Preserver calls out. “Astrid… I do hope this isn’t goodbye.” He gestures around the mansion. “You’ve been a delightful guest, my Jubilation //adores// you. We should very much like to preserve your //friendship//.” //VIP ACCESS GRANTED.// “The gates of Eudaimonia will always open for you.” ](if: $lockeTraded is true)[Back at the Pegasus, I ask Chicken to inject it. She hasn't spoken to me since the trade happened.](if: $chickenTraded is true)[Back at the Pegasus, I ask Locke to inject it. He hasn't spoken to me since the trade happened.] The link pulses when it connects: //MASSIVE MEMORY FILE FOUND. MERGE WITH CURRENT MEMORIES? WARNING, SIDE EFFECTS INCLUDE: MEMORY GAPS, EARLY DEMENTIA AND IN EXTREME CASES, IMMEDIATE DEATH.// [[// Proceed->memory file restoration]] [[// Cancel, it's not worth the risk->no memory file restoration]]

The Preserver lets me have a moment with my companions. I wonder what will become of them without me. I hug Chicken close to my chest until her sobs have slowed and I know my top is soaked. When I try to untangle myself, she refuses to let go of my arm. A hiccup shudders through her when I stroke her cheek to wipe away her tears. (if: $lockeIntimacy is true)[Locke never let go of my other hand. He squeezes it tight, as if silently begging me to reconsider. Right before I let go, he gives up chastity and tugs me close. He kisses me in front of everyone; transmitting the sentiment he cannot express through speech. I would have scolded him for the exposure, was it not for the finality of the gesture.](else:)[Locke struggles meeting my gaze, his expression one of unadulterated objection. Despite innate stubborness, he still offers me a hand too formal for the battles we have fought together. I squeeze it.] The Preserver hums impatiently behind us. "That's enough, come along now." [[// This is a mistake. I've changed my mind->// Wait-!]] [[// I can't leave them->// Wait-!]] [[// My past awaits->// Wait-!]]

The examination is alarmingly thorough. THREAT wishes me a 'pleasurable day' when I walk bow-legged back into the waiting area: At the corner of my vision, my link notifies me: //✔ HEALTH CLEARED ✔ CONSENT EDUCATION COMPLETE ✔ PLEASURE ZONE ACCESS APPROVED// The Receptionist presents me with a decorative basket. “Complimentary amenities," she says. Inside are condoms in three different sizes, lubricant, earplugs, a sleep mask, electrolyte tablets, disinfectant wipes, scented towels and a tiny booklet titled: FIFTY-THREE WAYS TO POLITELY DECLINE A TENTACLE. [[// Find your crew->testing done]]

The Host turns to me with a charming grin. “Your companion was once among our most distinguished patrons. He possessed exceptional insight into probability, strategy, and behaviorism. We admired his talents.” “Here we go,” Locke mutters. “Then, Guest Locke demonstrated our greatest weakness.” With a wave, glowing images bloom across the room from the Host's link: //Guests shouting, games malfunctioning, jackpots paying the wrong people. For the first time... People losing.// The Host goes on: “He removed the safeguards that protected guests from despair. Such //impetuosity//.” He wipes his eye theatrically. “Several visitors experienced grief, anger, and regret for the first time during their stay. We still refer to it as the Impossible Outcome.” “Impossible? Those are all natural emotions," Locke sneers. The Host finally looks at him. “Guest Locke believes suffering gives meaning to choice. //The Preserver// believes choice should never require suffering.” The story reminds me of how I met Locke in the first place. [[// Remember..->Flashback - Locke]] (set:$location to "ED")

Chicken is the first to show me her bag: "Body moisturizer for fungi-based skin, universal barrier wraps with gummy flavor, this booklet-" She shows it to me, it reads: //CONSENT ACROSS 1,432 KNOWN SPECIES//. I flip through it. “Apparently eye contact is considered a marriage proposal by at least ten different species.” Chicken gasps. Locke lifts a single pack of condoms from his. "Optimistic of them." "That's it?" I ask, glancing down at my own collection of 'universal barrier protectors' in different sizes and colors. "I guess my reputation as the infamous 'Probability Problem' has reached even the medical world." "You can have my breath mints," Chicken offers, waving a small packet in his face. [[// Return to the Pleasue Zone->PZ entrance 2]]

Becoming captain was never a decision made for me, but a responsibility I chose to live up to. After my name, it was the second time I ever got to choose what *I* wanted. Besides my title, my favorite part of me is: [[// The mole by my right eye]] [[// My orange crew jacket]] [[// My 'MOR' tattoo]]

Right under my right eye sits a perfectly round mole. When I catch my reflection, it reminds me that not all things need to have purpose to be beautiful. It also makes me wonder if my parents had one to match. [[// Touch the captain's console->eudamonia intro]]

The orange crew jackets are made from aerogel insulation, regulating and protecting. The orange is almost neon, pockets deep enough to carry my favourite wrenches. On the back is a sprinting Pegasus frozen in time: The icon that binds us all together. Right over my chest sits an upside-down triangle in green; above that, my name: //Astrid//. My jacket is worn from time, battle and being used as a cushion on late movie nights. For me, it is the symbol of my responsibilities as captain. [[// Touch the captain's console->eudamonia intro]]

On my upper left arm sits a scarred tattoo: a red heart with the words 'MOR' inside of it. My creators tried to remove it with laser, but even now, it's still there. It is the only clue I have of who I might have been before being a One. [[// Touch the captain's console->eudamonia intro]]

We head towards the Pleasure Gardens entry. A bulky vaelith security guard steps in front of us, scanning our links: //ACCESS DENIED - LACKS REQUIRED PASS.// “Apologies, honored guests. Pleasure Gardens access requires a wellness certification.” Locke raises an eyebrow. Chicken is busy scrolling through her link's recommended offers. [[// Why do we need a wellness certification?->pz entrance 1]] [[// Can't we just go in?->pz entrance 1]] [[// That's dumb->pz entrance 1]] (set:$location to "gardens")

The Guard gestures politely. “You all need a complete physical and sexual health assessment to enter the Pleasure Gardens. For everyone’s safety and comfort.” Chicken blinks. “Oh! For the orgies." As if that explains anything. Locke slowly looks at me. “I believe this is the first time I’ve seen a civilization make bureaucracy more intimidating than war.” [[// Continue->PZ entrance 3]]

The end! Thank you for playing :D --- [[// Start new game->Menu]] [[// Credits->credits]] (set: $location to "bg")

ending test [[the bargain ]] [[// Leave without the file]] (set: $locke to 20) (set: $chicken to 10) (set: $eudaimonia to 10) (set: $chickenIntro to false) (set: $lockeIntro to false) (set: $pzFirst to false) (set: $lockeBetrayed to false) (set: $lockeDefended to true) (set: $lockeAutonomy to false) (set: $strip to false) (set: $tested to false) (set: $lockeIntimacy to true) (set: $chickenBetrayed to false) (set: $chickenDefended to true) (set: $chickenAutonomy to false) (set: $astridRevenge to false) (set: $astridMercy to true) (set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to false) (set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to false) (set: $lockeStayed to false) (set: $chickenStayed to false) (set: $fileEnding to false) (set: $lockeTraded to false) (set: $astridEnding to false) (set: $chickenTraded to false) (set: $darkChoice to false)

(char-style: via (t8n-delay:2s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[//I don't remember losing anything.//] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:4s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[//But when I wake up, it's with the strange feeling that something is missing.//] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:7s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[My Eudaimonian link beeps once, signaling my consciousness. "Good morning, sleepyhead," the Preserver coos from my bedside, wiping sweat from my brow. "Careful; You had another ugly fall during patrol, so you might feel a little dizzy. Good thing I was there to catch you!" When I look at him, I feel //overwhelming// love: He is my savior, father, lover and protector. The emotion is sometimes so strong that it feels artificial. He puts down the cloth and continues: "I was thinking of expanding the park. Maybe use your home planet for inspiration?" I roll my shoulder as I sit up, picking at the flawless sleeve of my white uniform. "Earth is not //that// exciting. Why not travel the galaxy for inspiration? I could take a ship, go-" "No," he interjects me before I can finish. I have a feeling of deja vu, as if I've suggested that before. He reaches out and adjusts the Seneschal badge sitting proudly over my heart. My icon of purpose since the Preserver selflessly took me in when I was lost. "You were not made to be a space captain, Seneschal." He shakes his head with a laugh. I laugh too. Even if my degree in Mechanical Engerineering and my time serving in the Navy Aviation program on Earth makes me the perfect candidate to pilot almost any vehicle, he is right: Me being the captain of anyone is an absurd fantasy. More importantly: Why would I leave Eudaimonia, where my purpose is One of endless happiness? [[// End->End]]]

I start the transfer. At first there is nothing. Then my skull splits open. The memories don’t return gently. They collide with one another, years folding into seconds. My nervous system can’t tell what is happening now and what happened centuries ago. I collapse before the Eudaimonian link can pump me full of calming sedatives. [[// RECOVER FILES->memory start]] (set:$location to "conservatory")

I cancel the transfer. (if: $chickenTraded is true)["So?" Locke has been watching me silently ever since the Conservatory. With folded arms, he observes the Eudaimonian link behind my ear power down. "What are you doing?" "I can't do it. The risks are too big," I say. There's a long stretch of silence between us. Then, he finally breaks it: "You can't be serious." His voice is dripping with contempt. "*You* dragged us into *your* selfish mission, made choices on our behalf and sold Chicken off like livestock to an endless life of slavery, or just until the Preserver gets bored and auctions her off. All of that, just for a life you //may// have lived once. And now, you decide on the finish line that you - let me get this straight - *are too scared of the consequences to make her sacrifice matter*?" There is no hint of sympathy in his voice. "I was a cruel person once who didn't care about if I hurt others. *You* changed that..." He rips the Pegasus crew jacket off and dumps it on the floor without ceremony. ".. Unfortunately." For a moment, he hesitates. "I'd rather stay on Eudaimonia, than with you." With that, Locke abandons the Pegasus. I never see him or Chicken again.](if: $lockeTraded is true)[Chicken observes me with careful anticipation. She's been picking at her nails ever since we left the Conservatory, eyes flitting back like she's expecting Locke to show up any second. When the Eudaimonian link powers down, her brows draw together. "Is something wrong with it?" "No, I just can't do it. The risks are too many," I say. Chicken stays silent for long enough that I finally glance up: She is crying again, big, fat tears. "You sold Locke to a life of brainwashing for //nothing//?" Her accusation breaks towards the end. She trembles like a bomb about to go off. When she does, her cry pierces the silence: "Why? ''WHY''?" I shift under the emotions. Spending all that time on Eudaimonia, I had forgotten what heartbreak feels like. "Maybe I can-" Chicken is already halfway to the deck. She only stops to clumsily tug off the Pegasus crew jacket and hang it on the wall with the last ounce of respect she held for me. I never see her or Locke again.](if: $lockeSelfSacrifice is true)[Chicken observes me with careful anticipation. She's been picking at her nails ever since we left the Conservatory, eyes flitting back like she's expecting Locke to show up any second. When the Eudaimonian link powers down, her brows draw together. "Is something wrong with it?" "No, I just can't do it. The risks are too many," I say. Chicken stays silent for long enough that I finally glance up: She is crying big, fat tears. "You let Locke sell himself to a life of brainwashing for //nothing//?" Her accusation breaks towards the end. She trembles like a bomb about to go off. When she does, her cry pierces the silence: "Why? ''WHY''?" I shift under the emotions. Spending all that time on Eudaimonia, I had forgotten what heartbreak feels like. "Maybe I can-" Chicken is already halfway to the deck. She only stops to clumsily tug off the Pegasus crew jacket and hang it on the wall with the last ounce of respect she held for me. I never see her or Locke again.](if: $chickenSelfSacrifice is true)["So?" Locke has been watching me silently ever since the Conservatory. With folded arms, he observes the Eudaimonian link behind my ear power down. "What are you doing?" "I can't do it. The risks are too big," I say. There's a long stretch of silence between us. Then, he finally breaks it: "You can't be serious." His voice is dripping with contempt. "*You* dragged us into *your* selfish mission, made choices on our behalf and let Chicken sell herself to an endless life of slavery, or just until the Preserver gets bored and auctions her off. All of that, just for a life you //may// have lived once. And now, you decide on the finish line that you - let me get this straight - *are too scared of the consequences to make her sacrifice matter*?" There is no hint of sympathy in his voice. "I was a cruel person once who didn't care about if I hurt others. *You* changed that..." He rips the Pegasus crew jacket off and dumps it on the floor without ceremony. ".. Unfortunately." For a moment, he hesitates. "I'd rather stay on Eudaimonia, than with you." With that, Locke abandons the Pegasus. I never see him or Chicken again.] [[// End->End]]

(char-style: via (t8n-delay:1s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[//I like working in the garage. It smells of warm metal and machine oil. The little maintenance carts line up patiently every morning, waiting for me to tighten loose bolts and polish their panels until I can see my smiling face reflected back at me. The Preserver says I take good care of his Eudaimonia. That makes me smile, because I like making him happy//.] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:6s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[“My lady,” I whisper, patting the hood of one of the little service carts. “You’re beautiful today.” “Astrid?” Someone is talking, but I ignore them; the gearbox still needs cleaning.] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:10s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[“Astrid!” The voice is urgent now. I don't like urgency. ] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:12s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[A hand grips my shoulder. I jerk away so violently my head strikes the underside of the vehicle. I crawl backwards, clutching my screwdriver. A human man drops to one knee in front of me: His dark hair is messy and there are bags under his eyes. He stares at me with such naked relief that it almost looks painful. "We found you." He reaches out slowly.] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:17s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[I flinch before he can touch me. “What’s wrong with her?” Another voice asks quietly. Behind him stands a young mycelien woman, her colorful frills trembling. The human doesn’t answer immediately, just keeps searching my face for someone who isn’t there. “… She doesn’t know us.” [[// The Preserver! He will save me!->dark post end 3]] [[// The Preserver! He knows you're here!->dark post end 3]] [[// The Preserver! He will fix!->dark post end 3]]]

(char-style: via (t8n-delay:1s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[The screwdriwer shakes in my hand. “The Preserver!" The warning comes automatically, but the rest stays locked inside me: //He knows you're here. He will come and save me soon.//] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:3s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[//UNAUTHORIZED DISTRESS DETECTED. ADMINISTERING CALMING RESPONSE.//Warmth spreads down my spine. The fear disappears. Everything is alright again. The mycelien covers her mouth. “They're drugging her!" The human nods once. "Of course they are."] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:9s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))["Maybe.." the woman whispers, desperate now. “Maybe I can knock her out with spores. Maybe if we get her off the moon—” “And then what?” the man says. He wont stop looking at me. “Look at her.” I smile politely at them. Guests should feel welcome. He closes his eyes and rakes a hand through his greasy hair. “This is my fault.” “No,” the woman whispers. “It’s mine.” He laughs once. A broken sound. “Oh…” He wipes at his face. “Oh, //fuck//, Astrid.”] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:20s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[Gentle alarms echo somewhere outside the garage. The strangers stiffen. For one impossible second, the human almost reaches for me again. Then he nudges the girl instead. “We need to leave before they catch us trespassing.” She doesn't move. "We can't leave her!" He jerks his head and snaps: "We already //did//."] (char-style: via (t8n-delay:25s)+(t8n:'dissolve'))[Then they’re gone. The guards arrive moments later. One smiles at me. “Everything alright?” I smile. “Car is fixed.” “Excellent work,” the guard replies. “The Preserver will be pleased.” I smile wider. That is all I have ever wanted. [[// End->End]]]

**// MEMORY ARCHIVE FOUND //** **// USER://** ASTRID URDSDATTER --- FILES FOUND: [[// Ocean]] [[// Weapon blueprint->Weapon blueprint]] [[// Engineering]] [[// Urd]] [[// Purpose->Purpose]] [[// Unknown]] [[// Marriage]] (if: $memoryDamage >= 2)[// WARNING: MEMORY INCONSISTENCY CAUSING FILE CORRUPTION. //](if: $memoryDamage >= 5)[// MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES DETECTED //](if: $memoryDamage >= 7)[// WHO IS ASTRID URDSDATTER? //](if:$memoryDamage >=8)[ //FURTHER RESTORATION MAY CAUSE PERMANENT IDENTITY LOSS//] <style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style> (set:$location to "astrid")

(if: $chickenTraded is true or $chickenSelfSacrifice is true)[I wake slowly. Every joint aches. Locke is the first thing I see. He hasn’t changed out of his orange jacket. His eyes search my face carefully. “… What did you remember?” I open my mouth but nothing comes out. How do I explain a lifetime in a sentence? I think about saltwater. Engines. Factories. Missiles. Empty apartments. The woman who stopped calling her mother. The woman who kept chasing purpose until there was nothing else. That before the Ones… There was another Astrid who //also// believed usefulness was the same thing as worth. That I built weapons without asking who they’d kill. That somewhere along the way… I stopped noticing there were people attached to the consequences. I finally whisper. “I wasn’t a good person.” Locke is quiet. “So?” I look up. “I wasn't either. But I still decided to follow you.” His words are gentle. “No one gets to erase that.” The silence stretches between us. Neither of us says the name we are both thinking. Chicken.](if: $lockeTraded is true or $lockeSelfSacrifice is true)[Chicken sits beside the bunk with her knees tucked against her chest. She has clearly been crying. When I wake, she straightens immediately. “…You’re awake. What did you remember?” I close my eyes. “My old life.” “Was it good?” How do I explain a lifetime in a sentence? I think about saltwater. Engines. Factories. Missiles. Empty apartments. The woman who stopped calling her mother. The woman who kept chasing purpose until there was nothing else. That before the Ones… There was another Astrid who //also// believed usefulness was the same thing as worth. That I built weapons without asking who they’d kill. That somewhere along the way… I stopped noticing there were people attached to the consequences. “No.” Chicken nods slowly. “… Then maybe that’s why you came looking for a new one.” She says it so softly it almost sounds like forgiveness. Neither of us mentions Locke. The empty seat aboard the Pegasus already says enough.] [[// End->End]] (set:$location to "astrid")

**// FILE://** PURPOSE --- My purpose was to [████████]<choice| (click:?choice)[(replace:?choice)[(if:$memoryDamage <4)[protect.](else-if:$memoryDamage >=4 and <6)[serve.](if:$memoryDamage >=6)[control.]]] That was why I existed. [[// BACK->memory start]] (set: $memoryDamage to $memoryDamage + 1) (set: $purposeSeen to true) <style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style>

**// FILE://** WEAPON BLUEPRINT --- My name appears on projects I’ll never be allowed to discuss. I never pull a trigger or press the button. I only design what comes before. The machines are beautiful. Elegant. Deadly. I tell myself that if people like me build them, they will be used responsibly. I built these weapons because I wanted to [██████]<choice|.(click: ?choice)[(if: $memoryDamage < 4)[(replace: ?choice)[help][]](if: $memoryDamage >=4 and <6)[(replace: ?choice)[matter]](if: $memoryDamage >= 6)[(replace: ?choice)[destroy][]]] [[// BACK->memory start]] (set: $memoryDamage to $memoryDamage + 1) (set: $weaponSeen to true) <style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style>

**// FILE://** OCEAN --- The smell of fish is the first thing I remember. The neighbors next door always pretended they were annoyed when I showed up, but they never locked their door. My mother had good days. Then she had days where she forgot what year it was. Days where she cried because she couldn't remember why she was crying. Most days, she was too tired to even notice I wasn't there. The neighbors never asked questions, just made room at their table. They [ ████████ ]<choice| (click: ?choice)[(replace:?choice)[(if:$memoryDamage <4)[taught me to fish and ignited my love for creation.](if:$memoryDamage >=4 and <6)[were the first people who did not make me feel guilty if I came home late.](if:$memoryDamage >=6)[never loved me as much as their own children.]]] [[// BACK->memory start]] (set: $memoryDamage to $memoryDamage + 1) (set: $oceanSeen to true) <style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style>

**// FILE://** ENGINEERING --- The first machine I ever fixed was a broken fishing boat. It wasn't impressive. A cracked fuel line. A failing pump. Rusted parts that should have been replaced years ago. But when the engine sputtered back to life, the neighboring fisherman cheered like I had performed a miracle. I remember laughing, grease on my hands and pride. I became an engineer because I wanted to [████████]<choice| (click:?choice)[(replace:?choice)[(if:$memoryDamage <4)[build things.](else-if:$memoryDamage >=4 and <6)[fix things.](else-if:$memoryDamage >=6)[control things.]]] [[// BACK->memory start]] (set: $memoryDamage to $memoryDamage + 1) (set: $engineeringSeen to true) <style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style>

**// FILE://** UNKNOWN --- IDENTITY MATCH: (set: $toggle to false)|myText>[A-111](live: 2s)[(set: $toggle to not $toggle) (if: $toggle)[(replace: ?myText)[ASTRID URDSDATTER]](-else:)[(replace: ?myText)[A-111]]] (if: $oceanSeen is true and $weaponSeen is true and $engineeringSeen is true and $marriageSeen is true and $purposeSeen is true and $urdSeen is true)[ [[// RECOVER 'ASTRID URDSDATTER'->// RECOVER UNKNOWN FILE]] ](else:)[ACCESS RESTRICTED: REMAINING MEMORY FILES REQUIRED.] [[// BACK->memory start]] <style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style>

**// FILE://** URD --- Her name was Urd. So mine became Astrid Urdsdatter. Some days she sang old prayers to the gods of a world she believed abandoned her. Other days she screamed at thunder. I never knew which version of her I would find: The woman who braided my hair and told me that the universe has a purpose for everyone, or the woman who cried because my father never came home. My father was an engineer. So was I. But my mother always told me I was meant for something greater than machines. Something written long before I was born. Astrid. Loved by the aesir. A purpose. [████████]<choice| (click: ?choice)[(replace:?choice)[(if: $memoryDamage <4)[She loved me.](if: $memoryDamage >=4 and $memoryDamage <6)[She needed me.](if: $memoryDamage >= 6)[She used me.]]] [[// Back->memory start]] (set: $memoryDamage to $memoryDamage + 1) (set: $urdSeen to true)<style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style>

**// FILE://** MARRIAGE --- His laugh was annoying. That is the first thing I remember. I used to tell him it sounded like a broken engine. He said that was appropriate because I spent all my time fixing broken things. We got married beside the ocean. Only a few people came. For a while, I thought that was enough. A small house. A warm bed. Someone waiting when I came home. In the end, [██████]<choice|. That's what tore us apart. (click: ?choice)[(if: $memoryDamage < 4)[(replace: ?choice)[we were simply too different][]](if: $memoryDamage >=4 and <6)[(replace: ?choice)[he wanted a child. I couldn't give him that]](if: $memoryDamage >= 6)[(replace: ?choice)[he died in the war the day after our seventh anniversay]]] [[// BACK->memory start]] (set: $memoryDamage to $memoryDamage + 1) (set: $marriageSeen to true) <style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style>

**// FILE://** Astrid Urdsdatter --- Building beautiful weapons started as a child's game. Then it became my worth. Promotion followed promotion. I stopped calling home when Earth became too small. When did ambition turn to hunger? Gnawing at the tissue of my stomach, every success left me emptier than the last. The bile turned me innovator, then blind. After my last design, the atomic pinnacle of my career, someone decided that I had abandoned my purpose in favor of chaos. I remember her eyes when she came to stop me: like the metal I preferred over skin. Cold but impressed. //Commander//. I don't remember what her verdict was: another promotion or a punishment? It didn't matter in the end. I was and have always been a weapon; either by my own or someone else's design. [[// Wake up->memory returned final]] (set:$location to "astrid") <style> tw-story { background-color:#111; } </style>

test (set: $chickenTraded to true) [[memory returned final]]

<div class="parkmap"> (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[✦ E U D A I M O N I A ✦ PARK NAVIGATION TERMINAL You Are Here ●] =|= (if:$conservatory is true and $location is not "conservatory")[Conservatory ](else-if:$location is "conservatory")[Conservatory ●](else:)[Conservatory ] &#8597 (if:$zoo is true and $location is not "zoo")[Preservation Zoo ](if:$location is "zoo")[Preservation Zoo ●](else:)[Preservation Zoo ] &#8597 (if:$PG is true and $location is not "PG")[Pleasure Gardens ](if:$location is "PG")[Pleasure Gardens ●](else:)[Pleasure Gardens ] =|= (if:$entrance is true and $location is not "eudaimonia")[Entrance ](else-if:$location is "eudaimonia")[Entrance ●](else:)[Entrance ] =|= (if:$pavilion is true and $location is not "pavilion")[Wellness Pavilion ](if:$location is "pavilion")[Wellness Pavilion ●](else:)[Wellness Pavilion ] &#8597 (if:$ED is true and $location is not "ED")[Entertainment District ](else-if:$location is "ED")[Entertainment District ●](else:)[Entertainment District <div class="map-button"> (link: "Close")[ (go-to: (history:)'s last)]] |==| </div> </div>  (if:$location is "Entertainment")[(set:$entertainment to "●")]

(if:$location is "none")[(track: 'bgmusic', 'play')(track: 'bgmusic', 'loop', true)] (if:$location is "bg")[(unless: (track: 'bgmusic', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'bgmusic', 'loop', true) (track: 'bgmusic', 'fadein',2)]] (if:$location is "pegasus")[(unless: (track: 'pegasus', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'pegasus', 'loop', true) (track: 'pegasus', 'fadein',2)]] (if:$location is "eudaimonia")[(unless: (track: 'eudaimonia', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'eudaimonia', 'loop', true) (track: 'eudaimonia', 'fadein',6)]] (if:$location is "ED")[(unless: (track: 'ED', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'ED', 'loop', true) (track: 'ED', 'fadein',2)]] (if:$location is "PG")[(unless: (track: 'PG', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'PG', 'loop', true) (track: 'PG', 'fadein',2)]] (if:$location is "flashback")[(unless: (track: 'flashback', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'flashback', 'loop', true) (track: 'flashback', 'fadein',2)]] (if:$location is "zoo")[(unless: (track: 'zoo', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'zoo', 'loop', true) (track: 'zoo', 'fadein',2)]] (if:$location is "astrid")[(unless: (track: 'astrid', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'astrid', 'loop', true) (track: 'astrid', 'fadein',2)]] (if:$location is "conservatory")[(unless: (track: 'conservatory', 'isplaying'))[(masteraudio: 'stopall') (track: 'conservatory', 'loop', true) (track: 'conservatory', 'fadein',2)]]

(if: $plushie is true)[We all return to the plaza: Me, Locke, Chicken and the plushie. Music pours from every direction. Visitors laugh with the effortless ease of people who have forgotten what worry feels like. Neon signs promise jackpots, intense simulated romances and adrenaline. At the plaza's apex, a huge building reaches for the sky: ''PROBABILITY LOUNGE'', //Where favourable outcomes are guaranteed.//](else:)[The avenue opens into a plaza so bright it hurts to look at. Visitors high on dopamine laugh with the effortless ease of people who have forgotten what worry feels like. Neon signs promise jackpots, intense romances and adrenaline. At the plaza's apex, a huge building reaches for the sky: ''PROBABILITY LOUNGE'', //Where favourable outcomes are guaranteed.// Around us, visitors play games of chance with curated luck, eat artificial streetfood and dance to never-ending music. Chicken slowly spins in a circle. “… How does one moon contain this much stuff?” Locke muses. "Almost makes you want to never leave, hm?"] [[// Follow the crowd toward the Probability Lounge->entrance infinity lounge]] [[// See what Chicken is staring at]] [[// Listen to nearby visitors]]

Chicken runs over to a prize stall before I can stop her. Hundreds of alien trinkets spin behind glass: Tiny creatures wave, miniature moons orbit inside glass marbles and plush animals stare down at us with beady eyes. Chicken's eyes are enormous. “… Astrid, I need all of them.” Locke doesn’t even look up. “No, you need exactly none of them.” [[// Try to win her a plushie]] [[// We're here for my memories, not souvenirs->plushie no]] [[// Maybe later->plushie honest no]] (set:$plushie to false)

Two avian-looking tourists stand beside an enormous fountain. “…The Pleasure Gardens were //incredible//.” “You already went?” “It's what me and Frankel came here for. At first, they wouldn't let us in. Apparently, you need a health assessment.” “What for?" "To make sure you don't spread disease, I guess. But it was no trouble at all, the nurses at the Pavilion are experienced with cloacas. And *my*, is it worth it!" Their voices fade when they wander off. Chicken looks after them. “We have to do one too?” Locke gives an exaggerated sigh. “Mandatory healthcare from a corporation… Not corrupt at all.” The Link quietly projects a new route across my vision: //WELLNESS PAVILION BEYOND PROBABILITY LOUNGE. // [[// Back->Entertainment District - Hub]]

The stall is run by a cheerful six-armed vendor whose smile somehow feels even brighter than everyone else’s. “Welcome! Test your skill! Win a friend for life!” He gestures toward a row of floating rings and tiny hovering drones carrying plush animals. Chicken is practically vibrating. "They’re all so round!" She points at a big space-dog dressed like a wizard. "I want that one!" Locke folds his arms. “I’m already predicting disappointment." The vendor beams at me. “We don't deal in disappointment here! Two attempts included with admission! ” [[// Carefully calculate the trajectory]] [[// Just throw and hope]] [[// Cheat]]

“We’re here for my memories. Not souvenirs.” Chicken deflates. “… Right.” //- Chicken slightly disapproves.// [[// Back->Entertainment District - Hub]] (set: $chicken to $chicken - 1)

“If we have time later… we’ll come back.” Her smile dulls, but doesn't disappear. //- Chicken sligjhtly approves.// [[// Back->Entertainment District - Hub]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 1)

I analyze the drones for a few seconds: Their wind speed, rotation, distance, motion pattern. The calculations are ancient instinct. I throw. The ring sails perfectly… right between two drones and misses. The vendor claps enthusiastically. “Excellent form!” Chicken pulls at her hair. “So close!" Locke smiles sweetly. “You’ve just been defeated by kindergarten physics.” [[// Try again->plushie second]]

I grab a ring and fling it immediately. It bounces off a drone and ricochets off another. It ends up somewhere behind the stall. Someone applauds. The vendor applauds too. “Incredible enthusiasm!” Chicken bursts into laughter. Locke pinches the bridge of his nose. [[// Try again->plushie second]]

As the vendor looks away, I quietly reach toward the prize shelf. A sharp pulse shoots down my spine: //UNSPORTSMANLIKE BEHAVIOR DETECTED // The plushie slides another few centimeters out of reach. The vendor smiles exactly as warmly as before. “Let’s keep the experience *exciting*, alright?” Locke actually laughs. “… I like this place a little more now.” Chicken stares longingly at wizard-dog. [[// Try again->plushie second]]

One attempt remains. Chicken clasps her hands together. “I believe in you!” Locke doesn’t. [[// Let Chicken throw]] [[// Let Locke throw]] [[// One last attempt yourself]]

Chicken tosses the ring with complete confidence. It lands around the wrong prize and a tiny fluorescent slug plush drops into her hands. “I LOVE HIM.” She hugs the hideous thing immediately. Locke stares at it. "Charming. Is it sentient?" //- Chicken approves.// [[// Go back to the plaza->Entertainment District - Hub]] (set: $chicken to $chicken + 2) (set:$plushie to true)

Locke lazily flicks the ring without even aiming. Of course it lands perfectly. The largest plush drops down: A shrimp-puppy creature, the tag informs us it's something called a 'Kellu'. The vendor applauds. “A natural!” Locke tries to look offended. He hands it straight to Chicken before it can touch him for more than a second. “There. Never ask me to do that again.” Chicken practically tackles him in a hug. He freezes. “…This is exactly why.” //- Chicken approves. - Locke slightly approves.// [[// Go back to the plaza->Entertainment District - Hub]] (set:$locke to $locke +1) (set:$chicken to $chicken +2) (set:$plushie to true)

I take a slow breath and throw. The ring catches. The alien dog-wizard tumbles into the prize chute. Chicken squeals loud enough that several visitors turn to look. “You did it!” The plushie's beady eyes bulge under her squeeze. Locke probes the plushie with his finger. "What are you gonna call it?" Chicken beams. "He looks like a Steven." //- Chicken approves.// [[// Go back to the plaza->Entertainment District - Hub]] (set:$chicken to $chicken +2) (set:$plushie to true)

eudaimonian link: glitch: map node: Locke: Chicken: arrow: approval: // //

bgmusic: ./Sounds/a new beginning.mp3 pegasus: ./Sounds/Andromeda.mp3 eudaimonia: ./Sounds/HomeBase.mp3 flashback: ./Sounds/Galacti-Chron-Internal Reflection.mp3 PG: ./Sounds/kaleidoscopic.mp3 ED: ./Sounds/Galacti-Chron-Let the Games Begin.mp3 zoo: ./Sounds/FlowState.mp3 astrid: ./Sounds/LiquidMetal.mp3 conservatory: ./Sounds/separation anxiety.mp3

(text-size: 1.2)[''Pegasus Crew: Pleasure Planet''] ''Made by:'' Dildemma / Emma Capion Avnbøl ''How to play:'' Click on the (color: #FFAA00)[''colored''] text. ''Length'': ~30 minutes. ''Music'' & ''Fullscreen'': Can be controlled on the left by clicking the arrow. If you don't hear music right now, remember to allow your browser to access local files. --- [[// Start game->Start]]  (set: $locke to 0) (set: $chicken to 0) (set: $eudaimonia to 0) (set: $chickenIntro to false) (set: $lockeIntro to false) (set: $pzFirst to false) (set: $lockeBetrayed to false) (set: $lockeDefended to false) (set: $lockeAutonomy to false) (set: $strip to false) (set: $tested to false) (set: $lockeIntimacy to false) (set: $chickenBetrayed to false) (set: $chickenDefended to false) (set: $chickenAutonomy to false) (set: $astridRevenge to false) (set: $astridMercy to false) (set: $chickenSelfSacrifice to false) (set: $lockeSelfSacrifice to false) (set: $lockeStayed to false) (set: $chickenStayed to false) (set: $fileEnding to false) (set: $lockeTraded to false) (set: $astridEnding to false) (set: $chickenTraded to false) (set: $darkChoice to false) (set: $memoryDamage to 0) (set: $purposeSeen to false) (set: $oceanSeen to false) (set: $marriageSeen to false) (set: $weaponSeen to false) (set: $engineeringSeen to false) (set: $urdSeen to false) (set:$plushie to false) (set: $LF to false) (set: $location to "bg")

[[t2]](set: $location to "PG")

[[t3]](set: $location to "flashback")

[[t4]](set: $location to "PG")

[[t5]](set: $location to "flashback")

[[t6]](set: $location to "ED")

(set: $location to "zoo")

The Pleasure Gardens are nothing like the Entertainment District. There, everything was built to overwhelm. This is quieter. //Alive//. //WELCOME TO THE PLEASURE GARDENS. REMEMBER: PLEASURE IS BEST SHARED. // We step into an enclosed dome, temperatures rising like in a tropical vivarium. Sweat collect on naked skin everywhere my eyes travel. Visitors of all kinds play among colorful fauna. Their laughter is lighter here, careless. None of them wear clothes or self-consciousness. Locke shifts, folded hands nonchalantly covering his crotch. "They're acting like *animals*." Chicken glances at us both. "It's the spores. They reduce worries and increase arousal." [[// What spores?->Spores 1]] [[// It's so stuffy in here->Spores 1]] [[// Feels like I'm inhaling alien farts->Spores 1]] (set: $location to "PG") (set:$PG to true)

The words die on my tongue. I notice it then. Alien spores thicken the air around us, shifting imperceptibly with every breath. Too late, I realize what the particles' purpose is: They're making us high. When the spores infiltrate my lungs, they tell me I do not mind their intrusion. I believe them. Time slows; colors saturate. I stop worrying about my past and my purpose. Here, all that matters is //pleasure//. When I take my next step, I bump into Locke: His pupils are dilated, gaze distant. Chicken smiles like she always does, completely unaffected by the haze. [[// Let the spores guide me!->LTAGM1]] [[// Let the spores guide me?->LTAGM1]] [[// Let the spores guide me...->LTAGM1]]

I laugh. Actually laugh. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so much that my stomach hurt. He narrows his red-rimmed eyes and points a finger. "Captain! You are //enjoying// my indignity." I laugh harder. Locke sighs theatrically. "Jokes on my father for denying me a crown. This is much better any way." He adjusts his flower crown; then almost faceplants into a cluster of blue mushrooms. Chicken watches the spectacle from a few steps away. "You're different here." She sounds worried. Like she can't decide if 'different' is good or bad. I turn. "What?" She looks away. "Nothing." [[// Relax->// Forget]]

"No - Absolutely not." I almost can't speak because I am still laughing. "You look better like this." Locke protests. "I always look ravishing!" Despite his attempt, he cannot smother his spore-infected grin. "Not like this." He narrows his red-rimmed eyes and points a finger. "Captain! You are //enjoying// my indignity." I laugh harder. Locke sighs theatrically. "Jokes on my father for denying me a crown. This is much better any way." He adjusts his flower crown; then almost faceplants into a cluster of blue mushrooms. Chicken watches the spectacle from a few steps away. "You're different here." She sounds worried. Like she can't decide if 'different' is good or bad. I turn. "What?" She looks away. "Nothing." [[// Relax->// Forget]]

(text-style:"underline")[//''Developed by''//] Emma Capion Avnbøl (text-style:"underline")[//''Art''//] ''Kasia Woronko @woeart'' (text-style:"underline")[//''Music''//] ''Dani Stob'' a new beginning ''DOS-88'' HomeBase FlowState LiquidMetal ''Galacti Chron'' Galacti-Chron-Internal Reflection Galacti-Chron-Let the Games Begin ''Timeslip'' kaleidoscopic ''PSINA'' Andromeda ''Spacecholo-17 ''separation anxiety (text-style:"underline")[//''Images''//] Photo by Guillermo Ferla on Unsplash Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash [[// Menu->Menu]]

(if: $lockeSelfSacrifice is true)[Chicken and I watch as a vaelith attendant comes to lead Locke away. He still wears his Pegasus crew jacket, posture noble.](if: $chickenSelfSacrifice is true)[Locke and I watch as a vaelith attendant comes to lead Chicken away. She clutches the sleeves of her Pegasus crew jacket bravely, eyes never draining of wonder.] As promised, I get my file. It is a tiny, syringe-looking device that connects to the Eudaimonian link and transfers directly to my neocortex. (if: $eudaimonia is >= 20)[As we turn to leave, the Preserver calls out. “Astrid… I do hope this isn’t goodbye.” He gestures around the mansion. “You’ve been a delightful guest, my Jubilation //adores// you. We should very much like to preserve your //friendship//.” //VIP ACCESS GRANTED.// “The gates of Eudaimonia will always open for you.” ](if: $lockeSelfSacrifice is true)[Back at the Pegasus, I ask Chicken to inject it. She has spoken very little since we left Locke with the Preserver.](if: $chickenSelfSacrifice is true)[Back at the Pegasus, I ask Locke to inject it. He has spoken very little since we left Chicken with the Preserver.] The link pulses when it connects: //MASSIVE MEMORY FILE FOUND. MERGE WITH CURRENT MEMORIES? WARNING, SIDE EFFECTS INCLUDE: MEMORY GAPS, EARLY DEMENTIA AND IN EXTREME CASES, IMMEDIATE DEATH.// [[// Proceed->memory file restoration]] [[// Cancel, it's not worth the risk->no memory file restoration]]

See the description/conditions for how to get each of these endings in the essay. These do not take branching (companion relationship, romance path etc.) into consideration. [[// Leave without the file]] [[// Trade Chicken->trade chicken]] [[// Trade Locke->trade locke]] [[// Trade yourself]] [[// Alternative 'let them choose'->Dark choice]] (set: $location to "conservatory")

//“Identify yourself.” He sighs dramatically. “Most people with proper manners introduce //themselves// first.” I don’t respond. “… Locke.”// [[// "You're under arrest."->“You’re under arrest.”]] [[// "Why are you here?"->“What happened here?”]] [[// "Get off my ship."->“Get off my ship.”]]

[[// Continue->// Trade Chicken]] (set: $chickenTraded to True)

[[// Continue->// Trade Locke]] (set: $lockeTraded to True)