We... don't know how it happens, exactly, but-- the curse kills everyone by the time they're twenty-three years old. They say it's "a land loved by Death".
[oh no. now he's going to have to explain things more...
sorry to the law of the land but this is not the land so it's fine]
We can still get around the curse, we just can't... cure it.
So long as you have your genes and your memory backed up before you die, then you can revive in a cloned body. B-but you'll always physically be the same age, and that body will die in twenty-three years, too...
U-usually when people raise children, they either already cloned themselves or they intend to... or, um, they might have family who can take the child in when they die.
...there are still multiple orphanages, though... d-does that help answer your question-?
[he's trying so hard despite the fact none of this is a normal thing to say.]
The other countries don't, that I know of. But if it hadn't been developed... we would never have more than twenty-three years at a time for anyone to try to study the curse.
H-he's a good person to know, I promise-! He's a teacher, at home, and he's always been very kind...
[/showright at lucas that is his FRIEND he is GREAT.]
But... it happened fast, yes. The inventor's family worked on it for a couple of generations without succeeding, a-and then Monsieur Scien built off of that research so quickly... he really is a genius.
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[gasp...]
I-is it true that people really develop wrinkles when they grow old? Was their hair all white-?
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They have white hair, and bad backs, and croaky voices, and wrinkles all over.
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[gaaaaasp]
H-how old is... the oldest person you've met...?
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... What about you? [ she is suddenly realizing the alarming implications of someone not knowing anyone over forty ]
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[so, uh, that old.]
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[ say that nicer. and like she knows anything about curses. unfortunately she's real bad at expressing sympathy. ]
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[he shrinks in on himself a little as if this is somehow his own fault.]
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way too long trying to figure out what to say. ]
... I'm sorry. That's horrible.
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[so it's not like it feels so terrible, to live with the knowledge of a short lifespan.]
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but then she's like
thinking about this more and unfortunately has no social skills, so: ]
Does everyone just have kids young? Who even raises them?
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[oh no. now he's going to have to explain things more...
sorry to the law of the land but this is not the land so it's fine]
We can still get around the curse, we just can't... cure it.
So long as you have your genes and your memory backed up before you die, then you can revive in a cloned body. B-but you'll always physically be the same age, and that body will die in twenty-three years, too...
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[ oh ok ]
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...there are still multiple orphanages, though... d-does that help answer your question-?
[he's trying so hard despite the fact none of this is a normal thing to say.]
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[it's still just buying time.]
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But Lucas said you guys are from... like two centuries before my time.
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[sometimes you simply create cloning instead of like, modern medicine.
that name distracts him from explaining any further, though.]
You've met Lucas-?
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[ the logistics here are killing her ]
Yeah, we talked once or twice.
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[/showright at lucas that is his FRIEND he is GREAT.]
But... it happened fast, yes. The inventor's family worked on it for a couple of generations without succeeding, a-and then Monsieur Scien built off of that research so quickly... he really is a genius.
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[ or whatever. ]
... It's lucky it got finished in time. [ bro don't say that. ]
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[tags like this are so fucking funny to me now after people have seen. scien. in sprace. god.]
But... now that we do, we have... a chance for people who want that extra time to have it.
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