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[cryptofascist]

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General Discovery content warnings: violence, death, grief, war, mass murder, genocide, internment, animal abuse, sexual assault (dubcon, noncon and grooming), brainwashing, torture (physical and psychological), PTSD, survivor's guilt, sci-fi racebending, subjugation, slavery, racism, quasi-cannibalism, xenophobia. And spoilers.

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[soji_asha]

Between Dahj's apartment and waking here Soji's disorientation has had time to clear, but hearing that account gives her pause. It's not a natural pause, conversational or disbelieving, but the hitch of a computer loading a drive. The nature of it is written clear as day in her biometrics. Her panic falls off instantly and is replaced with an eerily stable baseline reading. Soji, herself, doesn't notice the pause or how it absorbs a few seconds as she combs her memory, but she's still as stone for the duration.

Dahj's message had been more than a simple video. It had a truly enormous amount of data and was uploaded directly into her brain. She was still struggling to write it all out of her active memory. The message, Gabriel shaking her awake, the conflict afterward, are all a disjointed mash of packets. In the end, she can neither verify nor invalidate his account. As the process attempting to do so ends, Soji unfreezes and her biometrics pick right back up, reflecting all the panic of before.

"I did what?" Soji asks, alarmed and genuinely incredulous.

She couldn't remember anything solid; his account is more credible than her lack of one. The very last image she has in her mind is of the phaser rifles in her face--had she shoved one and tried to run? He said threw? She is barely 55 kilograms--she's a graduate student--how?

"I threw one of them?" Soji repeats and the program in her mind that tries to resolve her cognitive dissonance kicks in hard. "That can't be right--I--I can't lift anyone, much less throw them."