conversations.from: system
conversations.value: It's been a century since the Event (ominous capital letter). The Event was the apocalypse, on that point there's no disagreement, but sources differ on what exactly it entailed. Some say it was a bomb. Others say it was a magical ritual gone horribly wrong. Others still insist that it was some combination of the two.
  
  Half the planet is a wasteland, and the rest is divided up between humanity's last great Coven and the mindless robot hordes of the murderous Mainframe. Horrible otherworldly things roam the wastes but not to worry, the robots keep shooting them. Even monstrous abominations from another dimension fair badly against stompy tanks with feet.
  
  The Coven sets out to stop the Mainframe's grand plan: to awaken the Behemoth, a war machine from Before. There's only one! But it's apparently capable of killing entire planets. The Coven has only their wits and a handful of pre-apocalyptic artifacts. Oh, and magic. Obviously.
  
  [Think Gamma World, Rifts, Shadowrun, even a little superhero stuff. Fantasy/apocalyptic fiction of your choice: helpings of silly crossover stories combined with the odd serious dramatic moment!
  
  Fighting the Mainframe as well as the innumerable new threats that sprung up in the wake of the Event. The cast has magic users, warriors, maybe even robots that, if not actively friendly towards humans, at least hate the Mainframe as much as they do.]
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A half-ton box on wheels, this simple unassuming robot has decided to start smashing things to pieces with its multiple arms.
conversations.prefix: Berserk janitor drone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A canister is hissing and sending a jet of purple gas into the air. Now the carriage is filled with noxious mist, irritating eyes and throats.
conversations.prefix: Gas Cloud:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The trio are back, and they've swapped their vests and batons for ceramic-lined jackets and plasma rifles. They don't look like that confident with the big, unwieldy guns.
conversations.prefix: Rizzen's Posse:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It becomes apparent that the cab is in flames and the engine is going into overdrive. Although mostly  carrying freight, there are still dozens of passengers on this thing!
conversations.prefix: Runaway Train:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The ship is set to phase away to an unknown location.
conversations.prefix: Scheduled Phaseshift:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're not sure if they even watched the same fight as you did. They're stubbornly insisting that you set the drone off in the first place.
conversations.prefix: Witnesses:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The sprawling Maintenance Association is Alpha Sector's biggest employer. Technicians, engineers, and labourers of all stripes register with this Domarian initiative that's part trade union, part bureaucratic monolith.
  
  Association workers are well trained and well paid but get little time off. Association hazard pay means even the most deadly frontier worlds have a ready supply of colonists and construction workers.
conversations.prefix: Associate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Called the Low Council by the High Council. And this is one of the reasons why they loathe each other.
  
  The sluggish democracy of the Colonial Council keeps Alpha Sector intact. When the Council makes a decree, the Legion must enforce it. And it's been that way since the Council's inception.
  
  Amongst all the admins and security staff, it's sometimes hard to determine who's working for the Council as a whole and who's working to further a Councilmember's personal agenda.
conversations.prefix: Colonial Council:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A young supercorporation by the standards of Alpha Sector, Duality is barely a century old. They've already secured numerous high-prestige contracts such as supplying arms to the Mercenary League. And some assume this phenomenal success was achieved through espionage.
  
  The Corporation is secretive to the point of paranoia and their employees are loyal to the point of cultism. They even have their own constructed language: Dualist, an ever-changing form of encryption.
  
  Many factions have no choice but to do business with Duality, but this doesn't mean they don't resent it.
conversations.prefix: Duality Corporation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Worlds like this have their own odd little takes on the law, and Rizzen is an odd little lawman on the take. Even as relative newcomers to the world you've heard rumours of his corruption.
conversations.prefix: Deputy Rizzen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Her black stealth armour makes her oddly conspicuous out in the open. She's packing a plasma rifle: and now that she's exposed, she has no qualms about using it.
conversations.prefix: Duality Operative:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Kelthozen gives off a palpable aura of power. He might be a psion, or a cyborg, or some kind of alt-human. Or perhaps it's just that his smugness is so preternaturally dense that you can inhale it.
conversations.prefix: Kelthozen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: With their Association as the biggest civilian employer, the Domarian Legion is easily the biggest military. Technically every Domarian citizen is employed by their gargantuan nationalised industry, and so the vast majority of Legionaries aren't soldiers and will never see combat.
  
  Those that do, however, are considered peerless combatants. Legionaries are also considered disciplined and humourless, and that's what you'd expect from the army tasked with upholding the Colonial Council's decrees.
conversations.prefix: Legionary:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're part of the illustrious Mercenary League, Alpha Sector's self-regulated answer to the proliferation of private military companies. Leaguer divisions exist to maintain the peace for those that can afford it. 
  
  A division calls for roles of many kinds, but every trooper is expected to keep fit and sharp. A Leaguer's posting is often dull so constant training fills the void. The soldiers of other militaries tend to see Mercs as pampered poseurs at best and as money-grubbing parasites at worst.
conversations.prefix: Mercenary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Scientific and Historical Artefacts Research Division was originally yet another Domarian initiative: SHARD has since become independent, seizing and researching ancient artefacts and, perhaps paradoxically, leaking its own findings when it thinks the knowledge should be public. Rival R&D departments are infuriated by how often their own potential patents have been nullified.
  
  For all their eccentricities, no one would deny the expertise of SHARD's researchers and operatives, to whom dangerous experimental tech is mundane.
conversations.prefix: SHARD:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Vigilance Movement is one of the Sector's oldest factions. The Vigilantes uphold the law and seek justice but also attempt to monetise both. Vigilantes are private investigators and bounty-hunters and usually, but not always, work alone. More money that way.
  
  Vigilantes will accept contracts on any lawbreaker regardless of their status or influence. Even the CEOs of supercorps have been brought in... or brought down. Some people respect that, but others loathe them for it.
conversations.prefix: Vigilante:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You always get the job done, but only when you can take your time: carefully leading your shots, preparing long before an event. You struggle with the unexpected and the spontaneous.
conversations.prefix: Aim:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You like to overcome challenges with a sudden (and very effective) assault. When you do something, you go all in. You're the antithesis to subtlety and you're often tripped up by tricks and tactical ploys.
conversations.prefix: Charge!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Implants can boost someone to superhuman levels but they're often glamorised. Malfunctions and repair costs are a constant issue and various weapons are specifically designed to disable them.
conversations.prefix: Cyborg:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You excel at diagnosing and treating ailments, and at understanding anything biological. But cyborgs and robots and the like are beyond your purview and you have no idea how to handle them.
conversations.prefix: Medic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "The best defence is a good offence" isn't an idiom you're fond of. Although evasive or resilient, you're sometimes a bit passive. You lack the means to follow up after shrugging off attacks: no ripostes, no witty rejoinders.
conversations.prefix: Defensive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You use stimulants. For a moment you're unstoppable... then come the withdrawal symptoms and side effects. There's so much in your system that additional toxins or allergens can take you over the edge.
conversations.prefix: Juicer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're really good with people... if they let you be good. A master of all the Sector's cultures and etiquettes, you get frustrated when people refuse to hear you out, or resort to firing before talking.
conversations.prefix: Social:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The embodiment of subterfuge, you thrive in the fields of the covert. But when all attention is on you and the spotlight beckons, you flounder and stumble.
conversations.prefix: Stealth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have great aptitude with the weird and wonderful devices of Alpha Sector. Hack, repair, sabotage anything... but you are horribly out of your element when faced with low-tech or (no-tech) scenarios.
conversations.prefix: Tech:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jealous colleagues readily dragged your reputation through the mud and even went as far as framing you for petty crimes. You want to clean up your image. If it means embarrassing a few of those jerks, so much the better.
conversations.prefix: Disgraced:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Once the humble Extrasensory Protection Society, the High Council is now a hereditary cabal, a superpower comparable to the Legion itself. They treat the rest of Alpha Sector's psionic populace like a lucrative commodity.
  
  By law, every psion must be trained by the Highs. And for the rest of their life a percentage of their earnings will go back to the High Council as payment.
  
  The High Council's power and influence cannot be ignored, as much as the likes of the Legion would like to do so. But not every psi-practitioner agrees with their idea of a "meritocracy" where the best psionors rule.
conversations.prefix: High Council:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nobody really leaves the Exigent Organisation. But you tried. They humoured you, and for a while you thought you were free. But now they want you to spy on your new team... or else they'll show you what they usually do to deserters.
conversations.prefix: Exigent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a mission of utmost importance! Either it's top secret or the powers that be haven't quite figured out what you need to do yet. It'd help if they got a move on.
conversations.prefix: Duty:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You want to make history, to become synonymous with your chosen skillset... a task you've approached with religious fervour and dedication. You've sought out these challenges because you aim to be the best of the best.
conversations.prefix: Grandmaster:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A friend or relative has been locked away without trial. And it's all part of a cover-up to mask revolting corruption in the Colonial Council: corruption that you're in a position to expose.
conversations.prefix: Injustice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've made a powerful enemy, but you pride yourself on giving as good as you're given. You need to figure out who they are and take them out of the picture before the parade of assassins starts to bore you.
conversations.prefix: Nemesis:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's no easy way to put this... the High Council wants you, dead or alive, and the whole of Alpha Sector will readily believe that you're a dangerous, uncontrollable psion. Perhaps they're right.
conversations.prefix: Renegade:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As simple as it gets: someone very important to you was hurt or even killed. Not content with merely responding in kind, your goal is to utterly devastate the faction responsible so it can never happen again.
conversations.prefix: Revenge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The "engineer" is running to the opposite end of the train. She's fast, and armed, and keeps trying to report back to someone with her communicator.
conversations.prefix: Catch the Saboteur:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're in it to get filthy rich. You don't even mind sharing some of it, because that's how goddamn rich you'll be if this contract/mission/inadvisable expedition into another dimension works out.
conversations.prefix: Motherlode:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The EX-44 ship's computer. While no doubt highly sophisticated, the computer's not exactly a people person. Or a person at all, technically.
  
  It's rare to encounter an AI that forsakes personality in favour of raw intellect but the Exigent Organisation must have their own priorities. Even military mainframes tend to be more personable.
conversations.prefix: EX-44A Computer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Often considered overkill, it's rare to encounter something with enough armour to truly warrant the weapon's incredibly sharp cutting edge.
  
  PSI has the thickest armour Vesper has ever seen on one of this world's robots. And it's not going to help it in the slightest...
conversations.prefix: Mono-blade:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Footage of the MBA tossing a device at the perimeter wall: a device capable of creating rifts. For the technology to be *that* miniaturised is terrifyingly unexpected.
conversations.prefix: Partially Decrypted Recording:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A bulky device with limited battery life, the rift scanner remains one of the few technological means of getting accurate readings from anomalies that are magical in nature.
conversations.prefix: Rift Scanner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A bundle of chemical sachets that can help to address wounds. It should even be possible to use them as performance enhancers.
conversations.prefix: Stimulant Pack:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Bastion team's powered armour and smart rifles have their pluses, but they leave them vulnerable to all kinds of disruption and scrambling techniques.
conversations.prefix: Tech Liability:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reaching it might be difficult, but it should be possible to collapse part of the roof: dramatically reversing the Bastion fireteam's high ground advantage.
conversations.prefix: Rafters:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A disposable weapon with a three-round rotary drum. Its HEAP warheads are effective on robots and rift entities alike.
conversations.prefix: Trishot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The party's various records of their (mis)adventures. Intriguing data about the Mainframe's rift technology, and a smattering of footage of the gunship battle: and the fight with Bastion forces beforehand.
conversations.prefix: Recordings:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Corrine's exemplary performance would impress even the most learned members of the Coven. The ground ate the android but in turn it birthed a leyline, and for as long as she's nearby she can reap the benefits of this bond with the earth.
conversations.prefix: Stonelinger:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Awful things are nearby: either already in our world, or about to be. Wouldn't it be horrible if someone managed to corral the creatures into attacking Beckett and his cronies...
conversations.prefix: Riftborn:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Frankly you're a little insulted to even be questioned like this. Don't they know who you are, what you're capable of, what you've done for the cause?
conversations.prefix: Reputation:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A heavy brick of black plastic, this external drive carries the Bastion exiles' most important findings.
conversations.prefix: Master Back-up Drive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A thriving, busy marketplace situated between the impervious Fort Dexter and the wasteland. The only reminder of the chaos beyond the perimeter fence is the ominous violet glow on the horizon.
conversations.prefix: Venture Field Market:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What was stolen? And, more to the point, who took it? You intend to get back what is yours, and it soon becomes obvious that you're not the only unsuspecting shopper put in this position.
conversations.prefix: Thievery Abound:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A glowing fissure in reality that's somehow following the train. It's drifting closer: if it should make contact with the carriage, the results will be disastrous!
conversations.prefix: Chasing Rift:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some mix of science and magic opened them: surely the process can be reversed.
conversations.prefix: Close the Rifts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: These eerie luminescent insects are very large and very angry. Someone has riled them up but they don't seem to care that it wasn't you.
conversations.prefix: Wraith wasps:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have wide and varied knowledge and you're quick to assimilate the new. Whether through amazing intuition or sheer luck, sometimes you're able to deduce things that no one should possibly be able to know.
conversations.prefix: Intellect:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're unbelievably strong and physically resilient. Regular humans simply cannot go toe to toe with you and even the biggest robots and rift entities fear your punches.
conversations.prefix: Powerhouse:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You act with precision and finesse and pay little attention to distractions, but plenty of attention to the little details that others often miss. You're perceptive and accurate and you don't surprise easily.
conversations.prefix: Focus:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your stamina and endurance are effectively limitless and you're unaffected by bodily threats such as toxins, diseases or radiation.
conversations.prefix: Vitality:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Fast and graceful, you're skilled at evading harm and reacting quickly to threats. You can traverse difficult terrain like it wasn't there and enemies find it hard to even lay a hand on you.
conversations.prefix: Agility:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're daring and brave and can be stoic in the face of horrific peril. Your force of personality can prove persuasive and mind-affecting abilities don't faze you.
conversations.prefix: Willpower:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A nanotech blade designed to disintegrate in the victim's body. Exquisitely sharp, impossible to trace, and thoroughly illegal.
conversations.prefix: Ice knife:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A kind of fragmentation grenade that fires off nanite clusters that can alter their own trajectories. Friendly-fire instances are minimised whereas enemy casualties are maximised.
conversations.prefix: Smart Bomb:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether through technological firepower or magical willpower you can deliver untold destruction at range. Destroying cover, collapsing tunnels... being able to zap things has its uses.
conversations.prefix: Blaster:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether big and scary or crackling with magical energy, your nature is readily apparent. You're very noticeable and often inspire reactions you might not want to inspire.
conversations.prefix: Presence:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your abilities have a debilitating, exhausting period of downtime. Perhaps you need magical rituals (or a generator socket) to recharge, or maybe the stimulants you use have side-effects.
conversations.prefix: Draining:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a reliance on or addiction to Before-tech. Maybe the only medicine for your condition is from that period, or maybe you're constantly having to seek spare parts to keep your abilities (or self) going.
conversations.prefix: Before:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't belong here. For all your talent, you're completely out of your element. What the hell is even going on here? It's ridiculous.
conversations.prefix: Stranded:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a certain stiffness in conversation that can make social situations awkward, and your personal code makes you come across as stubborn. At best.
conversations.prefix: Stricture:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes you just can't help yourself. Rash and reckless, you have a tendency to say (or do) things that you'll later come to regret.
conversations.prefix: Impulsive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were lucky: you herald from a rare safe haven. Shielded from danger, you can now prove more than a little naive or ignorant of the wider world.
conversations.prefix: Protected:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe you have your reasons, but you always put yourself first. The wasteland is littered with the bodies of those who died for a cause. When was the last time a cause died for you?
conversations.prefix: Selfish:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your dedication to your ideals or loyalty to your cause can get in the way. Sometimes you reject the easy options because you don't think it's the right thing to do, no matter the risk or consequences.
conversations.prefix: Zeal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You awoke, gasping, from a stasis pod. And you saw that everything had changed.
conversations.prefix: From Before:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Simultaneously revered and reviled, depending on who you hold responsible for the Event, the Coven is nevertheless a vital part of humanity's defence force.
  
  Even their enemies respect their power.
conversations.prefix: Coven:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You come from a massive, sprawling settlement. The outer rings tend to be militaristic and hardy in order to defend the citizens living in the centre.
conversations.prefix: Fort:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An agent of another planet (or dimension) attracted by the chaos of the rifts. God knows how these natives would react if they knew.
conversations.prefix: Offworlder:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A descendant of the staff who worked with the Mainframe, or someone who joined their secretive high-tech city. A century of plots and plans produced... you...?
conversations.prefix: Last of the Laboratory:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have no particular allegiance. You drift from settlement to settlement and take work when you can get it. When the need arises, you can live off the land. Or what's left of the land.
conversations.prefix: Wanderer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: By accident or design, you came through a rift.
  
  You spent a lifetime resisting the threats to your home dimension, which had it *even worse*. This world is a vacation by comparison.
conversations.prefix: Riftjumper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This is the only way it's going to end.
conversations.prefix: Kill the Mainframe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Many of the Mainframe's servants weren't always mindless drones: they were sapient.
  
  A free robot loathes the Mainframe in a way that no human can understand.
conversations.prefix: Rage of the Machine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Everything else is just seasoning. You won't be distracted from the fact that you have a home to get back to.
conversations.prefix: Return Home:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who wouldn't want to fight the most powerful thing on the planet? 
  
  Which is you, of course. But you guess the Behemoth is a close second.
conversations.prefix: Duel the Behemoth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A relative or very close friend has been lost in the wasteland. Who has them and why? Are they even still alive?
conversations.prefix: Lost Family:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Replace the computer, or merge with it. Become the ruler the machines deserve.
conversations.prefix: Be the Mainframe:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The only way to survive is to unite against the threat.
  
  And you don't mean uniting against the riftborn or the machines. You know there's so much worse out there.
conversations.prefix: Unity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Live among the humans and gain their trust. But are you doing it for yourself, or someone else? Or some*thing* else...
conversations.prefix: Be Human:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The world you knew is gone. But you're damn well going to try and make this new one a worthy successor.
conversations.prefix: After:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You look human. Let them assume as much.
  
  You don't have to explain your motives to such pitiful beings.
conversations.prefix: Doppelganger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: ALL HAIL PRIMAPHORIOR
  
  ALL HAIL PRIMAPHORIOR
  
  ALL HAIL PRIMAPHORIOR
  
  ALL HAIL PRIMAPHORIOR
  
  ALL HAIL PRIMAPHORIOR
  
  ALL HAIL...
conversations.prefix: ~{=["^[><]:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You constantly struggle to keep your powers in check. When you lose control, even for a second, the consequences can be disastrous.
conversations.prefix: Dangerous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been exiled from your home. Is that an injustice, or do you feel that you did something to deserve it?
conversations.prefix: Outcast:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Minor fortifications by some standards, the perimeter nevertheless discourages most rift entities.
conversations.prefix: Venture Field Perimeter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A lumbering, seven-foot humanoid robot that serves as frontline infantry for the Mainframe. Infamously tough, infamously sluggish and dull-witted. This one has a minigun.
conversations.prefix: Main Battle Android:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: PSI carries no visible weapons, but packs an array of countermeasures that disorientate and agonise human and machine alike.
conversations.prefix: PSI:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A swarm of the Mainframe's ever-present gundrones.
conversations.prefix: Gundrones:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A generic card. This is here if you want an icon that's not used by anything else!
conversations.prefix: Elite:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Share information and discuss your next move.
conversations.prefix: Learn the Situation:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A small group of armed humans are watching from the brush, quietly observing the party.
conversations.prefix: Being Watched:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A repurposed hangar that now houses the garrison at Venture Fields. Scaffolds and gantries add additional floors to make better use of the space.
conversations.prefix: Venture Field Garrison:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The party readies themselves in their own ways.
conversations.prefix: Prepare for the trip:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A master of salvaging, foraging, improvising. As a mage seeking reagents, or as a tinker who can build superspy gadgets with household goods, you can always find raw materials to suit virtually any purpose.
conversations.prefix: Crafter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Four bodies. They're not armed. They're not human.
conversations.prefix: Denizens:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Six people, one rusty MBA with the creatively inspired name of Rusty. They look like they've seen a lot of fighting.
conversations.prefix: Ambushed!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The subway hasn't been used since the Event... so why is the train's propulsion unit glowing?
conversations.prefix: Disused Subway:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Investigate the train. It wasn't here when Yuza visited last.
conversations.prefix: Train:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A generic card. This is here if you want an icon that's not used by anything else!
conversations.prefix: Defence:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A long-disused agricultural facility. Tinted glass and rusty struts make the dome a boil on the landscape.
conversations.prefix: Bandit Base:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can't see her, but she sounds quite young. Daima and Corrine can sense that she's tapped into... something. Not a rift leyline, but something else.
conversations.prefix: Witch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The station is being bombarded: and in its current state, a complete and catastrophic collapse is practically a certainty.
conversations.prefix: Escape:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Why exactly did Yuza move the bandits away? What made a part-roofed dome a better option than the subway?
conversations.prefix: The Old Base:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Shadowy figures watch as the train speeds towards Fort Bastion.
conversations.prefix: Subway Tunnel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The signal quality is very poor but you can tell that it's the acting commander of the Venture Fields garrison on the radio.    
conversations.prefix: Captain Isoda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Two dozen men and women, a mishmash of Bastion Security Division personnel and their wider militia. All eager to follow Beckett's orders.
conversations.prefix: Bastion Troopers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This looks new. Some sort of fusion between a gundrone and an Interceptor: a massive and heavily beweaponed autonomous platform.
conversations.prefix: Gunship:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Part of the Bastion Security Division. Faceless behind his exoskeleton's plated gasmask, it distorts his voice in a strange and uncomfortable fashion.
conversations.prefix: Officer Beckett:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Further into the wasteland, where rift activity is more regular and the Mainframe's patrols are most frequent.
conversations.prefix: Deep Wastes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: No such thing as a safe journey in the wastes... even when you've got a truck.
conversations.prefix: Trek:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: First the truck needs to be made operational. At least the horn still works.
conversations.prefix: Repairs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A shantytown surrounds the huge and obviously high-tech complex. There are no outer fortifications: the only wall defends the Core.
conversations.prefix: Fort Bastion:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This robot's public signal ID declares her to be Infiltrator Unit Zen-Class #33a, alias "Inuzen".
conversations.prefix: Inuzen:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Time is of the essence! Or maybe you just get bored easily. Bypass the gatehouse's security and let yourselves into Bastion's innermost quadrant.
conversations.prefix: Breakout:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A sophisticated containment field that must require a great deal of power to maintain.
conversations.prefix: Suppression Field:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The adjudicators definitely have it out for the party, even if it's not immediately obvious why.
conversations.prefix: Bastion Court:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: After the must and fires of the bunker, the fresh air provides a welcome respite. Which doesn't last.
conversations.prefix: Wasteland:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Once the Bastion guards have stopped watching, a well-hidden (but not too well-hidden) cable becomes apparent. Someone is stealing Bastion's electricity.
conversations.prefix: Investigate:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The blast door was designed to withstand nuclear weapons and orbital bombardments: getting inside won't be easy.
conversations.prefix: Bunker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A sizeable underground facility from Before. Judging from the moss, lichen, and graffiti, it must be hundreds of years old. 
conversations.prefix: Exiles' Bunker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A brainstorming session with Vantage. Potentially cloudy.
conversations.prefix: Revelation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A truly massive construct from Before. A drone carrier that once served as a mobile fortress for the Mainframe.
conversations.prefix: Stricken Titan:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Malfunctioning drones eternally patrolling the corridors, awaiting orders that will never come. Decaying bodies, human and riftborn, tell that others have tried to find shelter here before.
conversations.prefix: Security System:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's something strange about the victims of the gundrones.
conversations.prefix: Bodies:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A small portion of this gargantuan vehicle serves as the secret back-up base of Doctor Vantage: the rest of it? He doesn't know. Apparently his team's last visit here was very fleeting.
conversations.prefix: Explore the Titan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: PSI is here to kill and destroy. There's plenty of tech for it to smash, and plenty of bodies to do likewise.
conversations.prefix: Science Team:
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.value: Through reading the entrails of both living and machine, you find the answers to the questions you seek.
conversations.prefix: Intellect (Oracle):
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:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: By accident or design, you came through a rift.
  
  You spent a lifetime resisting the threats to your home dimension, which had it *even worse*. This world is a vacation by comparison.
conversations.prefix: Riftjumper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your stamina and endurance are effectively limitless and you're unaffected by bodily threats such as toxins, diseases or radiation.
conversations.prefix: Vitality:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your dedication to your ideals or loyalty to your cause can get in the way. Sometimes you reject the easy options because you don't think it's the right thing to do, no matter the risk or consequences.
conversations.prefix: Unbending:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a stranger in this land. You look like one of them yet you are not human. In a world that is balanced on a knife's edge can you make a difference? Is there a part of you that yearns for redemption or possibly even acceptance?
conversations.prefix: Path of the Exile:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Event didn't kill you but you might wish it had. On the fringe of the powerful energies unleashed you were twisted and deformed into something else
conversations.prefix: Mutated Survivor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can take a lot of damage and pain and still keep going. Any damage repairs itself over time.
conversations.prefix: Durable:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your twisted limbs make it hard to move with any speed.
conversations.prefix: Slow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Simultaneously revered and reviled, depending on who you hold responsible for the Event, the Coven is nevertheless a vital part of humanity's defence force.
  
  Even their enemies respect their power.
conversations.prefix: Coven:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether big and scary or crackling with magical energy, your nature is readily apparent. You're very noticeable and often inspire reactions you might not want to inspire.
conversations.prefix: Presence:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The weight of the Event is heavy on your shoulders and you believe the party-line: your people are to blame. You know too much not to believe.  But are you looking for forgiveness? Absolution? Mercy?
conversations.prefix: Sins of the Mother:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a wide range of artifacts that seem to fail at exactly the wrong time, with consequences ranging from embarassment to mass destruction.
conversations.prefix: Unreliable:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Mainframe is sick, but you will heal it. Whether that looks like therapy or a lobotomy remains to be seen.
conversations.prefix: Cure the Mainframe:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Even without weapons you are a master at close-quarters combat.
conversations.prefix: Unarmed Combat Mastery:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You think and act like a machine. But that also means you understand how other machines are thinking. Exploit them.
conversations.prefix: Machine Head:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your persuasive words and clear logic carry the argument.
conversations.prefix: Convincing Eloquence:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are no longer a slave to the Mainframe, but she knows your past and countless secrets.
conversations.prefix: Former Master:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You may be unyielding and able to survive apocalyptic challenges; others cannot.  As much as you value their lives, people around you get hurt.
conversations.prefix: Collateral Damage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Often considered overkill, it's rare to encounter something with enough armour to truly warrant the weapon's incredibly sharp cutting edge.
  
  PSI has the thickest armour Vesper has ever seen on one of this world's robots. And it's not going to help it in the slightest...
conversations.prefix: Mono-blade:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Machines just respond well to you. Sometimes they call you "Mother," which is a little weird, but hey, whatever works!
conversations.prefix: Machine Empathy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A bulky device with limited battery life, the rift scanner remains one of the few technological means of getting accurate readings from anomalies that are magical in nature.
conversations.prefix: Scanner, Rift  (Prototype):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're going to have a hard time being discrete without learning to take in your surroundings.
conversations.prefix: Watchful:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In Yuza's old life the punching was just a secondary talent. It's true. Primarily she was an officer of the law.
conversations.prefix: Detective:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You find new creatures, people, and machines endlessly fascinating. Right up until they rip your face off.
conversations.prefix: Misplaced Enthusiasm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Millions of "what if" scenarios are run in seconds. While anything outside of a minute is impossible to predict, short-term outcomes are easy to see.
conversations.prefix: Probability Analysis:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You move quickly and gracefully. Life on the run tends to help with that.
conversations.prefix: Nimble:
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.value: Sometimes the magic coursing through your veins take too much out of you.
conversations.prefix: Overwhelmed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A disposable weapon with a three-round rotary drum. Its HEAP warheads are effective on robots and rift entities alike.
conversations.prefix: Disarmed Trishot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Mainframe has caused irreparable damage to the reputation of robots everywhere. It's up to the free robots to prove to humanity they are the exception.
conversations.prefix: Redeem Free Robotkind:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You could pull that trigger, but you realize sometimes staying your hand means staving off bigger problems.
conversations.prefix: Restraint:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Having only recently been freed of your temporal prison/mutation incubator, you know very little of what has happened to shape the world as it now is. 
conversations.prefix: Out of touch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe you don't know all the facts, or maybe you don't want to act rash. Either way, you're not taking sides.
conversations.prefix: Ambivalent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your collection of systems often requires a lot of attention to keep in check. This distracts you, and urges you to err on the side of caution, even if it normally wouldn't be the wisest action.
conversations.prefix: Fragmented System:
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.value: You haven't done your best to be sociable with the group you're traveling with. Now might be a good time to do that. 
conversations.prefix: Make Nice with the Group:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've spent a lot of time watching over your shoulder. It has its nice moments.
conversations.prefix: Alert:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Being a robot has its perks, one of which is regulation of electrical systems and mechanical controls. You can tap into your body for a little extra jolt.
conversations.prefix: Hard-Wired:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are capable of dissecting a concept and rearranging the variables at staggering speeds.
conversations.prefix: Crash Analysis:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is the only way it's going to end.
conversations.prefix: Kill the Mainframe:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It hasn't been long since you popped out of your clone tube, but you know the tech of this world like nobody's business and can get it to do things no one thinks possible.
conversations.prefix: Tech Wiz:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe you shouldn't revel in your victories so much... especially if you haven't actually won, yet.
conversations.prefix: Showoff:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have been passive for long enough. It's time to take the fight to them. "Them" being anyone who gets in your way.
conversations.prefix: Retaliate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Mainframe is clearly dangerous, and your team is close to the fire. Time for the flames to spread.
conversations.prefix: Spread The Warning:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were born and raised before the Event so you know a lot about the world now gone.
conversations.prefix: Before the Event:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The wears and the tears add up over time. Now you're paying for it.
conversations.prefix: Disrepair:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes the will to move forward is all you need.
conversations.prefix: Determination:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As a machine, you have much more control over yourself than organics.
conversations.prefix: Machine Benefits:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Better understand how this world was changed from the one you had lived in.
conversations.prefix: Grok this place:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Although not in the military at the time of the Event Steve spent five years in the army and knows something about tactics and weapon use.
conversations.prefix: Veteran:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Respect is best when it is earned, and you have shown in times of need to handle times of uncertainty with a calm and balanced rationale.
conversations.prefix: Authority: