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[Timeline Synchronization Complete. System Calibrating Complete. Date Set: 07/07/2019. Input Required from User.]
Miranda was shaken from her experience in the last session, setting safety parameters for desync and shock. She'd immediately contacted the Overseer in a daze, bumbling about system glitches. But she was met with her answers that may have been as shocking if not for the family tree. "Yes, you're a descendant from over a thousand years removed. It seems ironic that you'd be peeping on your own parallel in the past, at least giving us a look at our Founder in a sense." She explained, deferring to a video call to help Miranda unwind from the revelation of the past. "Don't worry, I'll get the R&D team on this, maybe settle on third person for a bit while they rework the mental syncing." She continued. Miranda sighed and got something to eat, prepping mentally for a delve back in time. Still couldn't wrap her head around how the memories of her mirror was memory scanned in a time of such primitive technology, but maybe that's what she'd discover.
"Okay, Miranda, meet Miranda, shake hands, and get walking in her shoes. You've got this. After all, if not me then who?" She said, psyching herself up to the task. She realigned the lenses and adjusted the wristbands, delving back into her projected greenhouse. Movements were odd, mostly achieved by thought, though a tracker-tread would've been more convenient for full immersion. The room was now plastered in little post-it reminders, mostly tips about personal wellness, time to recuperate, and motivational slogans. It was thoughtful management by the Overseer, who was herself worried for her young protege. Her family had worked for the organization off and on for centuries, being exemplary in their efforts to maintain the Golden Age. Miranda often wondered if there were a familial connection, since her predecessors always held high positions, but maybe that was their hard work and not any hint of favoritism.
And with the selection on a new table stand, she picked carefully through the memory packets, still amused by the AR system's choice of presentation. Grabbing one with a red label, she prepared it for access, noticing the small plant from the first packet. It's leaves were highlight points, denoted with markers for mental and emotional responses by the Founder. Maybe she was picked for this task as a 'second surge' to the technology that all enjoyed nowadays. Planting the memory seeds into the next system access port, designated by a label on the ceramic pot, she was whisked away to a dark room.
[Memory Accessed. Third Person Perspective Set Default]
Miranda was no longer in place of her prior, instead freely able to walk the setting, with a new AR HUD to get detailed information on objects and to access the historical archives. She was alone so far, marvelling at the plethora of data that wasn't in record, scanning everything in sight, lost in discovery when the voices came. She whirled about to see the lights in the establishment's hall flick on as voices spoke in another room. She decided to step out, discovering the surroundings were like a collage of the events as a whole, not played in chronological order, but present from her prior's general movements. And there she was, shorter than Miranda by an inch, but nonetheless equal in beauty, grace, and regal movement.
"Quite a night, Mir, I have to say. I didn't know you liked steakhouses so much, kinda figured you for something more romantic." Del said, removing his jacket and tossing it on the living room couch. Miranda picked it up and folded it over her arm and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh, right, you'll only allow slobbery in the room and garage." He replied as she strode over and placed it on his shoulder, recentering his shirt so it was just right. "Well, it's fine actually, I just wanted my mental image of you perfect for a moment longer. Aaand we're good! Nice! Okay now let me." Miranda replied, stealing the jacket off his arm and herself tossing it back on the couch. It landed in a way that it looked like someone resting their arm over someone else while the other sleeve rested on the armrest.
"Nice throw. But I think there's something missing. May I take your coat, ma'am?" Del commented, Mir removing her outer layer as Del lined up a throw, hitting home as her coat landed. He shrugged and walked over, adjusting it so it lied under his jacket's arm, sleeves over the midsection like she was shy in the ghost suitor's company. Mir laughed and strutted over, wrapping her arms around her companion from behind, working at his shirt's buttons. Miranda could already tell where this was going, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.
[User Heart Rate Accelerated. Terminate Session?]
"No no, I'm good, just, you know, a little embarrassed is all." Miranda replied, seeing the notification vanish. They undressed in the living room, leaving their innermost layer still on as they walked to their bathroom. They proceeded to brush their teeth, floss, hip bump each other, and hold each other before the mirror. "You know, you're just the right height for me to rest my head..." Del began as he feigned fatigue with a yawn and closing his eyes. Mir reached her hand around and squeezed a buttock, smirking as Del opened a single eye, grinning wide at her physical play. They slowly proceed to the bedroom in a manner like a three-legged race, but wide stepping as Mir stood against Del's chest.
Miranda stood outside the hall for a bit, looking for a fast-forward function. "Yeah, just gonna...yup...awkward..." She commented as she held one arm and looked around at the floor, walls, and hallway. After awhile they were quite finished with their fooling and Miranda stepped in, catching the two, laying peacefully in each other's arms. "So, what're we doing tomorrow? Breakfast by the sea? Afternoon in the park? Maybe the museum?" Del asked, tapping Mir's nose with a finger, smiling as she did so in return. "I think we stay in bed all morning, eat breakfast for lunch, and I practice for my psychology final. You can be my patient for my study, scruffy." Mir replied, kissing him and running her dainty fingers through his chest tuft. He giggled a bit, perhaps a bit ticklish there. "Well, call me patient zero then, doc. You're gonna do fine. Trust me, you've got a beautiful mind." Del replied, yawning and turning over.
"I'm going to hit the hay, Mir. And hey, if you need to analyze a sleep-talker then I guess you're free there too." Del said, planting his head against the pillows, out like a light within a minute. Mir turned over onto him running a hand over his back and another under his arms. She lifted her legs a bit as she watched her partner sleep. "Hmm, don't be surprised we have a sleep-talkimg conversation, babe. I think I could use some of that shut-eye too." She whispered, yawning and resting her head against his back, faint smile on her lips as she was out too.
Miranda felt the need to watch them diminished, instead looking for any extra links to the aforementioned psychological studies. Finding a binder of notes and previous study work. A lot of it seemed to be introductory work to something, but still far from finished. She took a few minutes to look around, not for clues, but to take in her surroundings. The quaint abode was certainly lesser in grand scale than the living spaces of the far future, but it was their home, their comfort. She was ready to turn in herself, feeling the slight sting of sleep at the corners of her eyes. "Session Terminate, I'm turning in for the night. Keep the new data logged in a drawer or something, I don't think I can handle any more botanical relation or humor." Miranda said, yawning as the notification popped up to confirm.
[User Requested Session Termination Confirmed. Good Night, User. :) ]
This YCH was done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/racerdragon/
On the base by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/queenhound
Delta and Miranda are Mine
Miranda was shaken from her experience in the last session, setting safety parameters for desync and shock. She'd immediately contacted the Overseer in a daze, bumbling about system glitches. But she was met with her answers that may have been as shocking if not for the family tree. "Yes, you're a descendant from over a thousand years removed. It seems ironic that you'd be peeping on your own parallel in the past, at least giving us a look at our Founder in a sense." She explained, deferring to a video call to help Miranda unwind from the revelation of the past. "Don't worry, I'll get the R&D team on this, maybe settle on third person for a bit while they rework the mental syncing." She continued. Miranda sighed and got something to eat, prepping mentally for a delve back in time. Still couldn't wrap her head around how the memories of her mirror was memory scanned in a time of such primitive technology, but maybe that's what she'd discover.
"Okay, Miranda, meet Miranda, shake hands, and get walking in her shoes. You've got this. After all, if not me then who?" She said, psyching herself up to the task. She realigned the lenses and adjusted the wristbands, delving back into her projected greenhouse. Movements were odd, mostly achieved by thought, though a tracker-tread would've been more convenient for full immersion. The room was now plastered in little post-it reminders, mostly tips about personal wellness, time to recuperate, and motivational slogans. It was thoughtful management by the Overseer, who was herself worried for her young protege. Her family had worked for the organization off and on for centuries, being exemplary in their efforts to maintain the Golden Age. Miranda often wondered if there were a familial connection, since her predecessors always held high positions, but maybe that was their hard work and not any hint of favoritism.
And with the selection on a new table stand, she picked carefully through the memory packets, still amused by the AR system's choice of presentation. Grabbing one with a red label, she prepared it for access, noticing the small plant from the first packet. It's leaves were highlight points, denoted with markers for mental and emotional responses by the Founder. Maybe she was picked for this task as a 'second surge' to the technology that all enjoyed nowadays. Planting the memory seeds into the next system access port, designated by a label on the ceramic pot, she was whisked away to a dark room.
[Memory Accessed. Third Person Perspective Set Default]
Miranda was no longer in place of her prior, instead freely able to walk the setting, with a new AR HUD to get detailed information on objects and to access the historical archives. She was alone so far, marvelling at the plethora of data that wasn't in record, scanning everything in sight, lost in discovery when the voices came. She whirled about to see the lights in the establishment's hall flick on as voices spoke in another room. She decided to step out, discovering the surroundings were like a collage of the events as a whole, not played in chronological order, but present from her prior's general movements. And there she was, shorter than Miranda by an inch, but nonetheless equal in beauty, grace, and regal movement.
"Quite a night, Mir, I have to say. I didn't know you liked steakhouses so much, kinda figured you for something more romantic." Del said, removing his jacket and tossing it on the living room couch. Miranda picked it up and folded it over her arm and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh, right, you'll only allow slobbery in the room and garage." He replied as she strode over and placed it on his shoulder, recentering his shirt so it was just right. "Well, it's fine actually, I just wanted my mental image of you perfect for a moment longer. Aaand we're good! Nice! Okay now let me." Miranda replied, stealing the jacket off his arm and herself tossing it back on the couch. It landed in a way that it looked like someone resting their arm over someone else while the other sleeve rested on the armrest.
"Nice throw. But I think there's something missing. May I take your coat, ma'am?" Del commented, Mir removing her outer layer as Del lined up a throw, hitting home as her coat landed. He shrugged and walked over, adjusting it so it lied under his jacket's arm, sleeves over the midsection like she was shy in the ghost suitor's company. Mir laughed and strutted over, wrapping her arms around her companion from behind, working at his shirt's buttons. Miranda could already tell where this was going, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.
[User Heart Rate Accelerated. Terminate Session?]
"No no, I'm good, just, you know, a little embarrassed is all." Miranda replied, seeing the notification vanish. They undressed in the living room, leaving their innermost layer still on as they walked to their bathroom. They proceeded to brush their teeth, floss, hip bump each other, and hold each other before the mirror. "You know, you're just the right height for me to rest my head..." Del began as he feigned fatigue with a yawn and closing his eyes. Mir reached her hand around and squeezed a buttock, smirking as Del opened a single eye, grinning wide at her physical play. They slowly proceed to the bedroom in a manner like a three-legged race, but wide stepping as Mir stood against Del's chest.
Miranda stood outside the hall for a bit, looking for a fast-forward function. "Yeah, just gonna...yup...awkward..." She commented as she held one arm and looked around at the floor, walls, and hallway. After awhile they were quite finished with their fooling and Miranda stepped in, catching the two, laying peacefully in each other's arms. "So, what're we doing tomorrow? Breakfast by the sea? Afternoon in the park? Maybe the museum?" Del asked, tapping Mir's nose with a finger, smiling as she did so in return. "I think we stay in bed all morning, eat breakfast for lunch, and I practice for my psychology final. You can be my patient for my study, scruffy." Mir replied, kissing him and running her dainty fingers through his chest tuft. He giggled a bit, perhaps a bit ticklish there. "Well, call me patient zero then, doc. You're gonna do fine. Trust me, you've got a beautiful mind." Del replied, yawning and turning over.
"I'm going to hit the hay, Mir. And hey, if you need to analyze a sleep-talker then I guess you're free there too." Del said, planting his head against the pillows, out like a light within a minute. Mir turned over onto him running a hand over his back and another under his arms. She lifted her legs a bit as she watched her partner sleep. "Hmm, don't be surprised we have a sleep-talkimg conversation, babe. I think I could use some of that shut-eye too." She whispered, yawning and resting her head against his back, faint smile on her lips as she was out too.
Miranda felt the need to watch them diminished, instead looking for any extra links to the aforementioned psychological studies. Finding a binder of notes and previous study work. A lot of it seemed to be introductory work to something, but still far from finished. She took a few minutes to look around, not for clues, but to take in her surroundings. The quaint abode was certainly lesser in grand scale than the living spaces of the far future, but it was their home, their comfort. She was ready to turn in herself, feeling the slight sting of sleep at the corners of her eyes. "Session Terminate, I'm turning in for the night. Keep the new data logged in a drawer or something, I don't think I can handle any more botanical relation or humor." Miranda said, yawning as the notification popped up to confirm.
[User Requested Session Termination Confirmed. Good Night, User. :) ]
This YCH was done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/racerdragon/
On the base by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/queenhound
Delta and Miranda are Mine
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