conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Prologue
  
  Belus is a practically glassed planet which, according to any previous models, should not hold life. Before the Eruption, Belus was a verdant paradise of scientific advance with few flaws. Growth and Innovation, the planetary consensus, guided all hands toward a brighter tomorrow.
  
  An astronomer was the harbinger of their end. A moon cast off from another planet was on a collision course with Belus, and there was little to be done to stop something so massive. The only remaining course of action was the rapid production of capsules to protect as much information as possible to guide the hopeful rebirth of the planet. 
  
  And so the Eruption began, the mantle burst and coated the land, dust filled the air, and the survivors waited. Gradually, their capsules met inside the pools of molten rock, ascending toward the center of the new crust. Joined, they reached the outside, and began terraforming a plateau to begin building anew.
  
  2000 years later, the Belarians now struggle to grow and innovate, with a new society fighting to adapt to a planet still lined with rivulets of lava and dust-storms that whip across the landscape. The population of the new pangaean nation-continent Styrk is kept under tight organizational rule by the Food and Energy Efficiency Department and the Academies.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have thirty minutes before the gases begin pouring throughout the district. Better get a move on.
conversations.prefix: Reach the assembly in time:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have thirty minutes before the gases begin pouring throughout the district. Better get a move on.
conversations.prefix: Reach the assembly in time (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Temporal Harmonics Incapacitation System, your first project, is more than a little shaky. It works, sometimes, and when it does, oh man does something happen. Sometimes everything else speeds up. Sometimes it slows. Sometimes a massive vacuum appears and supercavitates, causing a massive shockwave of energy. There's a reason T.H.I.S didn't pass your Evaluation: there weren't any judges left. Luckily your Citizen thought it was hilarious.
conversations.prefix: T.H.I.S:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have thirty minutes before the gases begin pouring throughout the district. Better get a move on.
conversations.prefix: Reach the assembly in time:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Citizens are beholden to none but government officials, and barring extreme destructive hedonism, looks tend to go the other way. Your word is effectively law, and you may command others as you wish and expect the support of anyone avoiding the all-reaching wrath of the Providers. You may also claim anyone other than another Citizen's Intern, or any fellow Citizens, as yours for whatever purposes you desire.
conversations.prefix: Citizen's Privelege:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Field-hands have a backpack they drop their crop into as they work, and your overseers have given you an over-sized sack to compensate for your constant screw-ups. You do turn in more now, and your back has suffered for it, but not THAT much more. A false bottom holds several weeks worth of non-spoiling foodstuffs that you've been sneaking, worth a small fortune to the right buyer. That and your special collection finally has a safe space to accumulate.
conversations.prefix: Secret Stash:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No one can seem to remember your face, and that suits you just fine. Whether you're just another noble in a sea of pretty faces, or another dreck, indistinguishable from the masses. You'd be surprised if you couldn't get away with anything, as long as you have a crowd to vanish in.
conversations.prefix: Anonymous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are allowed to have a specific number of children, per the B.A.B.E, but you went ahead and had another... or two, anyway. Something needs to be done to keep them safe, not to mention feed five on rations that barely sustain three.
conversations.prefix: Oversized Family:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do whatever you can to disrupt or wholly stop the ceremony.
conversations.prefix: Disrupt the Ceremony:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You fumble, you stumble, you're generally a mess. You should probably avoid heavy machinery and shoes with laces. 
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What. Are you. Doing. What is that. That is not a normal human thing to do. Please stop immediately.
conversations.prefix: Socially Awkward:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Do whatever you can to disrupt or wholly stop the ceremony.   
conversations.prefix: Disrupt the Ceremony:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Born to a Family, but lacking the creativity or interest required for scientific pursuits, you chose to work for F.E.E.D. and secure a quiet life. At least, that was your plan, but as soon as a number of complaints rose, you were removed from your cozy office and "promoted" to Field Agent. You've seen more of the Basics than you'd like, and had to oversee more than your fair share of violent removals of those abusing the system.
conversations.prefix: F.E.E.D. Agent:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The energy supply for the Empire, the Molten Plains have snaking rivers of lava tracing throughout the landscape. The sky wavers with constant radiant heat, and the locals wear thin rags, though even new clothes can't be more than sheer to avoid heat stroke. Citizens can be seen walking through fields with climate controlled, skintight bodysuits to keep them safe from both the heat and runaway rivulets. 
conversations.prefix: The Molten Plains:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Styrk isn't the only nation on Belus, but it may as well be. Several thousand years have passed since The Eruption, and only Styrk  has rebuilt on a large scale. The major cities hold hundreds of thousands of people, and the capital recently boasted the first million man population in the last 2,000 years. Some speculate that growth would be far more rapid without the Birth and Balance Edicts, but with the Food and Energy Efficiency Department monitoring consumption on a daily basis, who could get away with it?
conversations.prefix: Styrk:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A shaved head, porcelain earrings, and deadlocked stare straight ahead over the crowd denotes the F.E.E.D. representative as a woman of wealth. You can see the high, tight, jet black collar of her heatsuit underneath her official regalia, a sharp shouldered red dress with black trim and obsidian buttons. Her hood is down, and an assistant is staring intensely from backstage, ready to run to her side with a chemically-cool towel at the first bead of perspiration.
conversations.prefix: Anna Alisdotter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A furtive person bolts from backstage as soon as the structure begins to collapse. Providers are having difficulty giving chase through the panicking crowd. As far as you can tell they had a small bundle on them, and you didn't see any signs of a heatsuit... 
conversations.prefix: Unknown :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A mixture of people from all walks of life have gathered here, though segregated into several rows. On the far right, well dressed men and women clink sealed bottles in toast before pressing the seal against the mouth of their suit, sipping fermented kombucha. On the left, a similar crowd is gathered, albeit without the overlaying clothing over their heatsuits, and bottles of sparkling water replacing the alcoholic tea. Between, nearly nude men and women stand dutifully at attention while Providers patrol throughout the crowd with thick obsidian batons.
conversations.prefix: Crowd:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Find out about the people involved in the announcement before it begins
conversations.prefix: Acquire Information:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are an awful lot of rich attendees for the announcement. Wouldn't it be nice to spread the wealth?
conversations.prefix: Take from the Rich:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: See if you can get in on the ground floor of what's going on here
conversations.prefix: Sneak Backstage:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were born on the Lava Plains, and everyone expects you to die there. You have a partner and maybe a child, and have generally tried to squeeze by unnoticed until now. Working for F.E.E.D. has its benefits, like a slightly higher ration than other Basics, and  two Infant Allotment tickets, but it's not like there are ladders to climb or other places you are allowed to go.
conversations.prefix: Geothermal Factory Worker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Citizen of the empire, you are descended from one of the noble houses, or have made a great contribution to science, adding your Family to their ranks. You've had an exciting scientific career, plenty to eat, and always people to play with at your discretion. It's not like anyone watches the Citizens.
conversations.prefix: Citizen:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were 'graced' with the favor of a Citizen at some point, and they're still waiting for you to prove yourself. They pulled you from your home, may or may not have done something with your family, and have stuck a Provider to your hip ever since. Hopefully you can make a Contribution sometime soon, before they tire of you.
conversations.prefix: Intern:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Born to a Family, but far more brawn than brains, you were placed into the Providers. You receive all of the comforts of lower nobility: plenty of food, toys and a larger family if you so choose, but the rest of the nobility sneers at your blue collar life. The Providers police the Basics and Interns, patrolling the streets, silencing any rabble-rousers, and removing anyone deemed "inefficient" by F.E.E.D
conversations.prefix: Providers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Considered the "Best of the Basics", you exited the Basic's Assessment of Satisfactory Intelligence Course with the highest score possible. You haven't been noticed yet, but you definitely have the best chance to be swept away as an intern. You even have a leg up on your peers, having made a point of eavesdropping on lessons, snatching discarded notes, and once a noble child even handed you a book without knowing who you were.
  
  Unfortunately, the possibility of being noticed is the only real perk of working in the city. You are also kept from having children, as there would be nowhere to place them if they were not able to pass the B.A.S.I.C as you had.  
conversations.prefix: City Maintenance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You came from darkness, and rarely see the light of day outside of mandatory assemblies. Your eyes are accustomed to the dull red glow of magma above your head, heated walls and the feel of artificial soil under your fingernails. In general, you're considered the lowest form of life on the planet, below even the weeds you harvest for your daily quotas. Perhaps it's your sallow, pale skin, your hunched posture, or your permanently wide-eyed expression from searching in the darkness, but the upper world has decided they would rather forget you exist.
conversations.prefix: Growth Caverns Fieldhand:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have access to a Link Server, though how you got a key should be a mystery to everyone. You've cleverly fashioned or perhaps stolen several weapons and/or tools at some point, marking them with the Key, allowing you to retrieve one from your Catalog in emergencies just by touching the matching symbol... luckily it's been tattooed on your thigh. Unfortunately, frequent access may alert the system, and bring the entire system down on your head.
conversations.prefix: Where did you get that?!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been abused regularly for a long time, behind closed doors or in the field, but it's only made you stronger. You can take far more punishment, both physical and mental, than any you know. After enough, you may snap, and the last time your aggressor was the one in a heap.
conversations.prefix: Beaten, but not Broken:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Does it have moving parts? Does it need to? You look at any contraption and understand its inner workings nigh immediately, and know exactly how to manipulate pieces to your purposes. 
conversations.prefix: Mechanical Wizard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You come as a package deal, with a small gang of your own. You've stuck together for ages, and your group looks to you as the leader. They'll  ready to carry out almost any command, sure it will lead to mutual benefit.
conversations.prefix: Entourage:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know the body inside and out, literally. Whether it's folk medicine or standardized practice, you have the cure for what ails just about anyone. Luckily you've been able to keep some small surgical tools, along with general medicines, on your person for years without getting caught. You know that most of the Providers have never seen a scalpel before however, and would assume you're concealing weapons, so you try to keep your practice a secret.
conversations.prefix: Medical Savant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It is not well known what the Empire keeps to itself from the Capsules, but you've experienced it first hand... even if you were unconscious at the time. Either way, there is definitely, DEFINITELY something that moves under your skin now, and ever since you returned to your day-to-day, you've noticed that anything warm or electrical seems to dim at your touch.
conversations.prefix: Experiment:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your body hasn't been getting what it needs, and it shows. You're enfeebled, stunted, and your cognitive faculties are beginning to decline.
conversations.prefix: Malnourished:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everyone knows you, and no one likes you. What you did wasn't necessarily illegal, but it still upset anyone who heard about it, and everyone knows your face. 
conversations.prefix: Infamous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some would call it a tragic accident, others another day at work, but in the end, you just miss your old self. Nothing is necessarily missing, but it's definitely not reliable.
conversations.prefix: Handicapped:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People just KNOW you're up to no good, whether you are or not. You have that glint in your eye, that slinking step, that unnerving smile that sets off alarm bells as soon as your motives come into question.
conversations.prefix: Suspicious:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've had a rough life, and you don't trust anyone anymore. Quick movements send you dashing for cover, and anything unwelcome reaching you  brings back horrible, debilitating flashbacks.
conversations.prefix: Flinchy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You refuse to interact with something most would find tolerable at the least, and when it is forced upon you, you react violently. Whether it's lashing out, panicking, or shutting down, you are not going quietly.
conversations.prefix: Phobia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Providers are on your tail, and they're closing in. Fight or flight, you hope to end this before they end you.
conversations.prefix: Fugitive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're tired of your lot in life, and you'd like to change it, asap. Unfortunately, the only legal method is via the whim of a Citizen. Fortunately, there are other methods, if you can find a way.
conversations.prefix: Movin' On Up:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This. Is. Bullshit. Bring it down. Everything and everyone in your way must go, and pandemonium is just your style.
conversations.prefix: Chaos!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe you want to change the world, maybe you want to own it. Either way, you're going to need a little extra, and you're on a quest to find it.
conversations.prefix: Power Hungry:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The object of your affection just isn't into you. They seem to have pursuits of their own, and none of them involve you. You're looking to do anything to reach them, regardless of what pain it may cause you.
conversations.prefix: Lovelorn:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You live in the Empire, where Science is king, and that's the one thing you couldn't be happier about. You have an intellectual pursuit, and every step brings you closer to your dream: more questions to answer, more problems to solve.
conversations.prefix: Scholar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It may not be anything official, but you've been snatching notes for ages, and hiding them in the binding of "A Guide to Sexing the Ambiguous Rockworm". You take it with you everywhere for safety, though you doubt anyone would want to steal this title. Unfortunately, some of the information may be totally incorrect, but scientific insights, math homework, and newspaper clippings give you knowledge some Citizens don't even have.
conversations.prefix: Collected Works:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's a good thing currency is digital, because carrying this much on you would be a serious health risk. Now, this doesn't mean that bribing you actually did anything. Anyone trying to is immediately arrested, whether you say anything or not, and F.E.E.D employees are simply allowed to keep the bribe as a sort of 'bonus'. Do people think digital currency means untracked?
conversations.prefix: Bribe Money:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sure it's an out of fashion noble's suit, and everyone knows that deep reds are so last season, but it works just fine. You won the suit for needing the fewest beatings this year, and it is your prized possession. Climate controlled, form fitting (if a tad tight), and heat resistant up to 5000 degrees, it's a definite step up from your sweaty old trunks.
conversations.prefix: Hand-me-Down Heatsuit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: See if you can get in on the ground floor of what's going on here.
conversations.prefix: Sneak Backstage:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are an awful lot of rich attendees for the announcement. Wouldn't it be nice to spread the wealth?
conversations.prefix: Steal from the Rich:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Helmet, check. Heat-resistant padding, check. 3 foot 4 inch diameter obsidian baton, check. Accelerant boots? Best invention your father ever came up with. They called you Black Lightning in the Academy for a reason. If only they could hold a decent charge.
conversations.prefix: Riot Gear:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Insert yourself somewhere you should not be to see what you can gain.
conversations.prefix: Blend in with the Wrong Crowd:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ask around your section to find out about the people involved in the announcement before it begins.
conversations.prefix: Acquire Information:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Incite the crowd despite the Provider presence.
conversations.prefix: Start a Riot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Find a relate-able face in the crowd and see if you can form something substantial.
conversations.prefix: Make a Friend:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Temporal Harmonics Incapacitation System, your first project, is more than a little shaky. It works, sometimes, and when it does, oh man does something happen. Sometimes everything else speeds up. Sometimes it slows. Sometimes a massive vacuum appears and supercavitates, causing a massive shockwave of energy. There's a reason T.H.I.S didn't pass your Evaluation: there weren't any judges left. Luckily your Citizen thought it was hilarious.
conversations.prefix: T.H.I.S (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Citizens are beholden to none but government officials, and barring extreme destructive hedonism, looks tend to go the other way. Your word is effectively law, and you may command others as you wish and expect the support of anyone avoiding the all-reaching wrath of the Providers. You may also claim anyone other than another Citizen's Intern, or any fellow Citizens, as yours for whatever purposes you desire.
conversations.prefix: Citizen's Privelege (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Citizen of the empire, you are descended from one of the noble houses, or have made a great contribution to science, adding your Family to their ranks. You've had an exciting scientific career, plenty to eat, and always people to play with at your discretion. It's not like anyone watches the Citizens.
conversations.prefix: Citizen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know the body inside and out, literally. Whether it's folk medicine or standardized practice, you have the cure for what ails just about anyone. Luckily you've been able to keep some small surgical tools, along with general medicines, on your person for years without getting caught. You know that most of the Providers have never seen a scalpel before however, and would assume you're concealing weapons, so you try to keep your practice a secret.
conversations.prefix: Medical Savant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You refuse to interact with something most would find tolerable at the least, and when it is forced upon you, you react violently. Whether it's lashing out, panicking, or shutting down, you are not going quietly.
conversations.prefix: Phobia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You live in the Empire, where Science is king, and that's the one thing you couldn't be happier about. You have an intellectual pursuit, and every step brings you closer to your dream: more questions to answer, more problems to solve.
conversations.prefix: Scholar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were 'graced' with the favor of a Citizen at some point. after a fair while of outputting nothing interesting to the citizen who chose you, you were locked up and experimented on. as a sick sort of punishment for "wasting her time".
conversations.prefix: Intern:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild: