Hey, you, who's reading this in the future: you can find out who I am today at https://rarf.zone/about/. πŸ’™


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  1. @velociraptor:

Do they usually keep their "fur" pattern the way it is, or do they change it from time to time? seems like a bunch of fun stuff can be done with that

Oh, they usually keep it as is, but they do change it, like, once in a while? They most often shift it to #0f0f0f when walking/flying around at night, to not wake anyone up but remain visible to people β€” but when they're flying, they'll adjust the colour of their extremities to comply with aviation regulations regarding lighting!

Where exactly does the hard light come from / how does it work?

It's both literally, actually their soul and a… …like, immaterial plane of NaN thickness. It's not actual matter as much as a mathematically defined wall of "matter cannot cross the plane at nope = f(x,y,z)", which also has the effect of, for some reason, distorting the phases and amplitudes of energy passing through so as to invert the apparent brightness of any object behind it.

Maintaining more complex geometry takes more mental effort on their part, as does calculating rapid movement, or having it interact with their environment in any way other than just unstoppably pushing or slicing through anything that gets in its way. The usual configuration doesn't take much effort for them, but if they wanted to, say, go all bullet hell boss and stuff, they'd get a headache eventually!

Their hard light can also only exist in an hΒ² radius of themself, where h is their height in metres. Seeing as their body is itself just a holographic projection off of their hard light, it's impossible for them to be shorter than 1m tall.

  1. @gnar:

what is katja's earliest memory? (if such a concept is applicable)

Well, if you're wondering about anything more coherent than just vague activities that probably happened a lot…

The year is 199X. They're in the parking lot of what was, not incredibly long ago, a Woodward's, excitedly following one of their parents back from some other store, where they had just bought a computer with a Pentium and a CD drive. Finally. A computer that boots into Windows! No command lines to confuse kids like them! A computer that they'll be allowed to use without Mom needing to handle those floppy disks! It's a half-sunny evening after a rainy day, and yet another beautiful early spring or late summer sunset is shining across the parking lot. With some help, they get up into the car, sitting down in a carpeted seat that's in decent but definitely not perfect shape. They once again start fiddling with the rudimentary media controls on their side of the car, which do nothing without headphones plugged in, but: they have Cool Words that, without context, they can't really make sense of.

They don't have even the slightest clue that, many years later, they'll stop being human.


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in reply to @kda's post:

hah! thats kinda similar my earliest memories in real life (i remember wanting to go up the stairs in my house to play on the computer, which was some old Gateway desktop machine running windows xp)