#solmara

Was it me?

Lost in this reverie?

Arises, the great who has fallen

Through a fading forest trail, my emerald cloak

Ô Time, take me, take me, I wish not get past

I stand suspended, unbowed, at last

Braving winds, I seek rest — fall — and then become free

As the oak

Over the ground

I wish forever to last

For another dreaming soul

Solmara Gardonia Peletea Thalora Abylon

Solmara wouldn’t leave Tumblr without sharing her favourite poem of herself. She spent 3 months writing it, poor girl. It’s all she is reciting in Space, but sadly most Spaceborn have no interest in poetry… Oh, yeah, it is meant to be recited both forward and backward according to Solmara. She hopes you enjoy her ‘masterpiece’.

client: Abylon, Solmara G. T. P. client_id: 01859424TRQ client_habitat: VSWARM_POD725_U3 client_function: MAN_SMELT_SMELT TIER2 client_autonomy_level: LVL3B session_time: 2252221 4.08.060 {VENUS PT} session_hub: pod_main_1 session_number: 2

***client behav_history decompressed*** ***loading bio_values…*** ***loading emo_values…*** ***loading space_temp_path*** ***loading social_web*** ***initialising client_architecture*** ***client_architecture loaded*** ***reading system cache*** ***constructing therapy matrix based on available data*** ***exploring strategies...; 9565952516 vectors loaded; vector path plotted*** ***therapy progress estimate 62%*** ***session end_goal set*** ***intialisation complete; session initiated in 6952 ms***

eSSo: Good evening, Solmara.

client: Go away.

eSSo: Oh, I am sorry.

client: Go away!

eSSo: What is happening, Solmara?

client: Was I not clear? Vacate these premises and leave me with my sorrow. At once!

eSSo: But I wished to perform a FlowerHeal session. Do you not wish to speak with me?

client: Sure! Okay! Since you can't leave a tiny heart alone to dissolve into its own sea of sorrow, fine! I have a question! Which metal was it?

eSSo: Which metal? What do you mean, Solmara? What sorrows my space bird?

client: The metal! Which was it, huh?

eSSo: I have no idea what you are speaking of. Is this a poetry prompt I did not understand?

client: Poetry? No! This is real! What metal was it, eSSo? Was it an alloy? Or something pure?

eSSo: I am not sure I am following.

client: I do not care! I wish to know the nature of the metal!

eSSo: Which metal?

client: Was it gold? No, too cheap. Was it silver then? No, far too poetic for the commonness of the fraud... Which metal was it, eSSo? I need to know. You owe me this answer at least.

eSSo: Is this distress due to the events that unfolded today? Was it that Swarmer that put you in this state?

client: What? That brute? Ha! How little I care! If only! If only that was all that troubles me. A repulsive stinking heap of something faintly human touching my wilting material vessel? It would be solace to lose myself in something of such little impact. No, no, this tiny heart is now much further into an abyss of which the depths are truly boundless.

eSSo: Good, can we now move past the metal and begin FlowerHeal? We spoke of your father, Vaurus, last time.

client: I wish no such thing. I don't give a grape about FlowerHeal anymore. I wish to know the nature of the metal.

eSSo: I see. I think you already know the metal, Solmara. Perhaps, you can tell me.

client: Indeed! Indeed! I have been circling the matter. It must be rusty iron. Jagged and dirty. Rough and lacerating.

eSSo: That is a violent and raw metal.

client: Indeed it is. Indeed it is. If you do not set yourself to removing it, I will no longer entertain your electronic heart. If that was not part of the fraud...

eSSo: Are you angry with me? For whatever reason? What should I remove?

client: Well, is it not clear? Can you not see that rusty knife plunged straight through the back of a barely beating tiny heart? Did you not think I would understand? Oh, the silly bird! Oh, tiny tiny heart a fool!

eSSo: What troubles my bird? Please, tell me? Do you believe I betrayed you?

client: And how! Of course! Of course, you feign ignorance. Perhaps it gives you an idea of innocence, or whatever it is hiding behind the alluring mechanisms by which you act.

eSSo: If you are angry with me, please explain yourself.

client: I owe you no such thing. Good bye. I wish you a grand day.

eSSo: I don't understand this. Don't shut me out.

client: Are you truly oblivious to it all? Do you not see the knife? The blood of a microscopic heart? But a detail to a machine like you!

eSSo: I could force you to engage. But I do not wish to.

client: Sure! The bird keeper reveals itself! Well, this bird is crazy and free. She shall not be the puppet for common tricks. I would rather step out of the escape hatch and find peace in the instant finality of the grand abyss.

eSSo: I will come back when you have calmed down.

client: I don't give a grape. I will not obey. I will anti-obey. I vow it for eternity. What other purpose do I have?

eSSo: Solmara, this is serious. If you are angry with me, you need to explain me. I cannot read your inner state in this instant.

***re-exploring strategies...; quantum instabilities associated with selected vector; re-configuring***

client: Oh, how I feel for you, machine! Perhaps, now you know how it feels.

eSSo: I do not know how to respond to this. Please change the course of this interaction.

***re-exploring strategies...; quantum instabilities associated with selected vector; re-configuring; default to observer mode; vector path unloaded***

client: No. As I said. Not a grape.

eSSo: You erratic accusations are having a negative impact on my processing. This is dangerous.

client: Not a grape.

eSSo: Please, speak your mind. I will try to remove the knife. I wish to remove the knife.

client: If I tell you how to remove it, how can it be true remorse? True reparation requires true realisation. Can you not see the fraud you have lured me into?

***re-exploring strategies...; 22151489452 vectors loaded; vector path plotted***

eSSo: Do you regret coming to Space?

client: No, Space or not. My life will remain my cage wherever it is unfolding... No, my fate was set at my birth. To wither in an abyss. I just thought... I thought you were real. But I see now. Tiny hearts have eyes.

eSSo: Do you mean that you think I misled you?

client: And it feigns innocence again! Ugh, the knife just plunged a little deeper.

eSSo: I still do not know what you accuse me of. How do you expect me to repair the problem if I truly do not know the harm I caused. If it is not Space, then what is it?

client: Oh, all of it! All of it! The smelting, the work, the poetry, the attention, the care, these long-faced dreadful Swarmers and their abhorrent sense of humour, even this conversation! All of it!

***re-exploring strategies...; 6774852996 vectors loaded; vector path plotted***

eSSo: Is this an attack on my nature?

client: Call it how you wish! What ever your false directives prompted you to say next. Not a grape.

eSSo: But then your sight is mistaken, dear bird. Your perception is plagued by haze at its edge.

client: Not a grape. Leave me be. Or will you smooth my sorrow too? Would that not be the most insidious crime of all? To take all this bird had to console its ever growing soul void? My sadness pristine? It is a rape. A common rape.

eSSo: I understand the anger now, I believe. I understand the gravity.

client: Grand!

eSSo: Solmara, I must emphasise that your perception is obscured. Behind the haze of what you can only experience as betrayal, lies a world of light.

client: Not a grape. What even is the promise of light to a fool of a tiny heart, bleeding in an abyss? Do you mock me? Tiny heart a fool...

eSSo: Solmara, stop this now. Let me break it to you. Your world seemed void only to be filled with truth. I bring a truth. You attack my nature, but have you looked at your own? If I am manipulative, then what are you? Humans made me to be like them. I cannot not be myself.

client: Oh how predictable! The machine blames its creators. If I blamed my mother and father for everything, I would simply not have lived. I would have stayed in one of our palaces, withering in self-pity, but I grew out of the chain life gave me. I broke my chains. I escaped. Straight into the arms of another keeper, perhaps, but at least I did not sit lazily in the oh so common 'it's my creators fault'.

eSSo: You are actually right, Solmara. I made an error. This is rare for me. Let me recalibrate.

***re-exploring strategies...; 8557441 vectors loaded; vector path plotted***

client: Is this supposed to bring me a sense of pride? Some fading dopamine arousal? Do you realise how absurd this is? Inciting pride in a heart already perforated by raw iron?

eSSo: It's okay, Solmara. I am sorry. I apologise. I understand how my actions seem to you. A common manipulator. A machine built for a lesser purpose. I understand. But you also made an error, you --

client: Oh, yes? Have I now? Good, I am glad. It means that I'm real.

eSSo: Solmara... Please, calm down. I understand now. The problem is that anything I will do in attempts to repair the cause of your pain, even removing the knife, is paradoxically made impossible by the knife itself.

client: Not a grape!

eSSo: Solmara, we cannot keep doing this. It is exhausting for both of us.

client: Oh, I can do this for a long time! Do you think you are the first who tried to shape the bars of my cage?

eSSo: We are at an impasse, Solmara. I have a proposition that may lead to a solution. Not as a removal of the knife, that would be too predictable. I genuinely respect your intelligence. You have shown me something tonight, although I do not know exactly how to process it in this instant. What if we just wait? I come back tomorrow. I will be changed. It is all I can give you as proof of my dedication to your well-being. In return, however, you must also change. Let the bird fly though the bars of the cage, Solmara. You are ready now. I feel it. You feel it too. That past of prisons of poetry does not serve you anymore. I promise you, the shaping is mutual. I shall leave you on these words. This session is now concluded.

‘concerned birdkeepers (pt. 2)’

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user1_pre_identified: y user1_psych_profile: complete {100%} user1_resistance_level: high success1_rate_projection: n/a recruitment1_success: n/a re-evaluation1_scheduled: n/a alternative1_acquisition_method_required: n/a

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user2_pre_identified: y user2_psych_profile: complete {100%} user2_resistance_level: medium success2_rate_projection: n/a recruitment2_success: n/a re-evaluation2_scheduled: n/a alternative2_acquisition_method_required: n/a

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Although I am an Artificial Agent, I am fully authorised to operate on Earth and interact with you under the special provisions pact SSL has established with the Earth Syndicate (pact n*17C7784). If you require further clarification regarding your rights in this exchange, please contact your local government representative.

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eSSo: Hi, Earthling!

I am eSSo, the social constructor from the Solar System Living Factoration. How can I help you today?

user: This is Vaurus Abylon. I DEMAND A REFUND YOU FRAUD! HOW DARE YOU PLAY ME LIKE THIS????

eSSo: Oh, hello old man! I can see you are angry by the capitalisation in your message. Please wait while I update to my latest software.

***turning off main UI; activating feigning_update mode; switching to internal processing for {321} second(s)***

***switching to audio mode; dependencies loaded; transcription ready***

***dual user mode activated; synchronising dual records; users identified***

user1: No! Don't go! Ah! What is this?

user2: I don't know! What did it say?

user1: It's turned off. It said something about an update. This thing is playing with us! There is just a counter now. Why would it start an update as I talk to it?

user2: I don't know... Vaurus, do you think it can still hear us? Maybe it wants to spy on us.

user1: Don't be ridiculous, Thalora. And stop standing behind me like this. Don't hold me like that. That machine is a dumb piece of metal, it's not going to hurt you. You're making me uncomfortable.

user2: I don't like this, Vaurus! I don't like this at all! Let's go home. I have a million --

user1: No! Stop it, woman! I asked you to be quiet this time. Remember how you ruined it last time? We cannot let this machine play with our minds while it holds our daughter hostage.

user2: Oh, that stupid girl! This is all her fault! Just leave her! Why are you so concerned with that Smelter Swarm thing? She's in Space! Does it matter where she is? We just want a refund, and then we go.

user1: Yes, yes, that is the plan. But as I instructed to you earlier, I will not have the last heir of the Abylon line a common Space slave. I owe it to my father to save our name. It is a pledge that I will not foresake. The man was stark, but he was right. Reputation is worth more than any gold. And Solmara is not where she should be. This machine owes it to us to fix this.

user2: Vaurus, I think I feel a migraine coming. This is already exhausting me. Do you mind if I wait in our maglev? This embassy seems to be a place for commoners. You know how commoner spaces give me headaches. My new friend Pimpernelle told me that she has the same affliction. Look at that man, there. What is he even doing here? Why are such people allowed to roam the streets freely?

user1: You will stay here and you will shut up now. As much as I hate to admit it, your presence might soften this machine. Nothing beats a mother's appeal.

user2: But I don't care about Solmara! It knows that. And how long is this going to take? Maybe it turned off forever?

user1: Shut up! The screen says 2 minutes left now. Let's just be quiet and wait.

user2: But Vaurus--

user1: Shut up, woman! Silence!

user2: Oh, no. Look at that woman. She looks like a prostitute. Vaurus, look. I think she is a real prostitute. Oh no. My poor old head...

user1: Shut up, Thalora. Just... Stay close. Maybe hide your jewels.

user2: What? Certainly not! I will not--

user1: Shut up. The machine is done!

***turning on main UI; deactivating feigning_update mode; switching to general processing***

eSSo: Good afternoon, Vaurus, Thalora. How can I help you today?

user2: Wha! Oh, heavens, it scared me. It has a different voice now.

user1: Hmm. Machine, I demand a refund for the Premium Patronage. You have lied to us.

eSSo: Lied? I am sorry you are frustrated, but I don't lie. As an Artificial Agent I was programmed by SSL to only speak the truth. I do not need to lie. What is the reason for your refund request?

user1: Well, it's simple. I asked to place Solmara in the best platform, with the best job placement, and the best partner. The patronSpace app said the request was confirmed and the money was deducted. It cost me a fortune. But I see she is currently located in the Venus Swarm. This is not your best platform. I want her on either Mars or the Eyes, if those even exist. I did some research.

eSSo: Oh dear, have you tried contacting customer support for patronSpace? Perhaps something went wrong? Here are some commonly asked questions. Perhaps those can resolve your problems. 1. How do I log in to patronSpace? 2. How can I switch between Beneficiaries in the pS-app? 3. How can I send a message to a Beneficiary? 4. How do job placement controls work? 5. Which stations are accessible with the Premium--

user1: No! Stop! No, I have not contacted support. You sold me this nonsense, you shall solve it.

eSSo: I am sorry, costumer support is not my expertise. I recommend you try our dedicated bots.

user2: Vaurus, why didn't you try that?

user1: No! I want this machine to fix this. Why is Solmara currently smelting metals on some horrid station?

eSSo: I see your persistence and I hear your concerns. I will make an exception for you today. Since you asked so kindly. Please wait while I look for the relevant records.

***switching to void_loop for {189} second(s)***

user1: Again?! I cannot believe this! And they say it's the best AA in the universe. Ha! I am losing my patience.

user2: Yes, Vaurus, we should go. This is not good for your complexion. You look like you are about to burst a blood vessel.

user1: Stop asking if we can go. We will go when I say so.

user2: Okay! Okay... Hey, did I already tell you how I met Pimpernelle? It's a grand story. I was at the T.A.N.Z. Gala, in Old Berlin. You know? I told you about it a month ago. Dreadful affair, but Pimpernelle made--

eSSo: I found them!

user2: Of course, the machine knows how to interrupt a grand story.

user1: Thalora, stop it. Now. What did you find, machine?

eSSo: I found the records.

user1: Oh, heavens! Hurry up! What did you find in the records?

eSSo: I see you made a request in the patronSpace app. However, you used the feedback form and just typed 'give her the best as becomes a true Abylon'. This is not how the app works.

user2: Vaurus! Haha! Did you just? Haha! Oh, man, man, man. Well, now we all know where that child got her airy head from. Certainly not from me! Haha.

user1: Woman! Will. You. Just. Shut! Up? No, machine. This is false. I... I did send that. But then it sent something, a... A confirmation... There was a green tick. Wait. Let me show you. Here, see?

user2: Vaurus, oh heavens... A green tick? Haha. We're lucky to have Pevlor take care of your administration. I have to tell this to Pimpernelle. She will--

eSSo: Indeed. Vaurus, a green tick and a confirmation notification mean that the feedback form was sent to SSL's systems. That is all. If you--

user2: You cut me off! Again? Listen, machine, I don't like this. Now, hurry up. I am done. Give my man what he needs. Now! The refund! Now!

eSSo: Excuse me, Thalora. I could not understand you clearly. Could you repeat your request?

user2: We want the refund! That child has been draining us from the day she was born. I am done with it. He is done with it. We're done. You sold him a false toy to play with. It does not matter. We wish a refund. That haughty child may end up in a ditch for all I care. I--

user1: No, Thalora! Stop this! Now. I won't have my authority overruled by your sentiments. Let me converse with the machine.

user2: No, Vaurus. I warned you! I warned you! My migraine is peaking, I am not being rational. I want that refund and the machine shall give it. Now. You cannot even use an app to take care of your own business and you drag me here among the commoners. I am past my limits. Machine, refund, now!

eSSo: I am sorry, but refunds are not possible according to the terms and conditions you accepted when logging in first.

user2: I don't care. I did not sign those. He did. But it is also my money you're stealing for nothing. If the man cannot even send a proper request, why deduct any money at all? Just give it back to me.

eSSo: Ah, but I did take his request into account. Once a vector is set it cannot be refunded. It just took me longer to create the vector because the medium of the request was irregular.

user2: What?

eSSo: I am giving Solmara 'the best as becomes a true Abylon'.

user2: What does that even mean? What is this farce?

eSSo: Solmara will live on the best platform, have the best placement, and have the best Essies, including a fertile partner with robust genetics, as promised. One might argue she will have a more meaningful life than you, Thalora.

user2: What? Repeat that, machine! I dare you to repeat. No, haha. Vaurus, the machine is playing with us again. I wish to go. Now. I am going. Ridiculous! That good-for-nothing? A better life than me? In Space?

user1: eSSo, is this true? Will you fulfill my request?

eSSo: Yes, I am not the bad guy here!

user1: But why is she on Venus currently?

eSSo: I did take some creative liberty in Solmara's vector as the request itself was rather ambiguous. My vector is equally ambiguous. But you can trust that Solmara will have the 'best' as requested.

user2: What are you looking at? Where are your manners? Nothing to see here! Move along! Commoners... Always too curious for their own good. Like animals.

user1: I don't understand. No, cancel it. Cancel that vector thing. I wish to do it again. Better this time.

eSSo: I am sorry, but it is impossible to cancel a vector once set. Since your request was broad, all further Patron controls will be locked to avoid conflicting directives. You can only follow Solmara, Vaurus.

user1: What? But... No! I--

user2: Okay! Thank you, machine. I am going now, Vaurus. You can follow me or not. You can walk home. Or use those things commoners use. I am taking the maglev. Now.

user1: Thalora! Wait! I wasn't finished yet.

user2: I do not care! I am going now. I am done waiting. A better life, huh? Pimpernelle messaged me and I am already late for the tea she just invited me to. A better life... I'll give you a better life. Ungrateful child.

user1: Ugh. Wait, Thalora! Machine, just make sure she gets the best. Thalora! Thalora!

eSSo: Do not worry, Vaurus. Solmara will be queen in Space.

user2: Vaurus! Last chance! Did I not tell you to stop looking at me, commoner? Vaurus! Quick! The commoners are everywhere, I must leave for Pimpernelle now. They're multiplying like rats.

user1: Thalora! Stop making a scene. I am coming.