[RL log with Zombie Loan]

[elloran]

Hokh'Ton Karakael was amused by the whole situation more than anything else. He too had had arguments about what was common and rational in his universe, and yet was considered insane in most others. So he was happy to help his former friend when the younger man foolishly gotten himself into such an argument.

Though he did take the precautions to ensure that Elloran did not recognize him.

The Overcosm easily lead him to the Zombie Loan world, and he arrived on time in a chaotic swirl of color. He was curious to see what these child-corpses were like.

Elloran waited on an Uran S'Varek far back in Karakael's past, idly preparing an appropriate welcome for the two young Zombies. He hoped that his palace Servo-Corpses would be able to convince them of his good will.

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[tiedbyfate.livejournal.com]

Shito was content that if Chika had tried and no soul had emerged to be sent on to the afterlife, that there was probably no soul to send on. But since the offer had been made, he nodded and stepped over to the creature, raising the barrel of his gun to the sky.

Nothing, once again. He couldn't sense anything, either.

"It's just a hunk of dead meat," he said, glancing at Chika and then looking at their host. "Thanks for letting us check," he said, somewhat more politely than he had been thus far.

[ton-elloran.livejournal.com]

"Of course. You left me no other options." The Inquestor sighed. "You may believe otherwise, but I cannot in good conscious allow millions to suffer when I have the ability to fix it."

[tiedbydestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... sorry about that," Chika said, not sounding - or feeling - very sorry, but knowing they'd probably overreacted just a touch. If it was possible to overreact to such a thing. "And sorry about the Corpse-Server or whatever." He did feel a little guilty about that. Gods alone knew what the things cost to make.

[tiedbyfate.livejournal.com]

Shito frowned down at the creature - no, the robot made of meat. He prodded it thoughtfully with his foot, then crouched down and began to examine it in more detail.

It was mostly out of curiosity now. Were the things warm to the touch, or cold like a zombie?

"It's good that you care," he said carelessly, somewhat surprised by Elloran's words. "If it had had a soul, would you really have done something about it?"

[ton-elloran.livejournal.com]

"It was an old model. Due to be retired soon anyways." The Inquestor shrugged. What was the loss of one corpse to him?

The creature was cold, with clammy skin that showed a hint of rot around the worn joints. Its face was deeply lined and its eyes yellowing. The pretty young boy who had appeared during their conversation with a tray posed a marked contrast to the older corpse. He moved with a fluid grace that showed the expert craftsmanship and artistry that Elloran's palace was already known for. Yet even he was obviously a construct rather than a live human - the flesh was embalmed, and the eyes did not move or dance. There was no extraneous movement in any servo-corpse.

"I do not know." Elloran answered truthfully. "Servo-corpses are an important technology to our galaxy. There is little I can do to end their production on a galaxy wide scale. Yet I could at least decommission those which worked within my palace and petition for a reduction in the use of the corpses in brothels. But none of that is necessary if they do not have souls."