Dhaze’s detailed but non-comprehensive playthrough of Memoirs [Part 22]

Zafra swears she’ll be the one to stick a knife in whoever did this. Kaywin, who is newer than even me to the brothel, asks if Kore had any family we should contact; to which Windress and Diana reply that no, she did not, all Kore had was us.

In my canon, Hatsuo is now renamed Hatsubro.

I think it obvious this bomb was thrown here in the context of the Guild’s internal war, despite we’ve yet to officialy declare for either the Progressives or Traditionalists. Windress and Jasen agree.

There’s a knock on the door. Enters this non-gendered entity:

For a second I think it’s one of the Stormbreakers’ drones. But the Stormbreakers have nothing to do with it: a mysterious someone apparently canceled the thanatologists’ arrival, and in their stead sent this drone, as it explains itself. Anon, a multitude of strange tools whose functions we cannot even surmise spring out of the drone with a series of whirrs. The game offers me the opportunity to stop the drone as it begins operating on Kore; but I remain silent and unmoving, curious—anxious even—to let events unfold.

Kore’s wetware, remarks the drone, seems miraculously intact. At this point, the drone begins fully replacing her blood with what it calls ‘synthetic hemosave’.

And Kore opens her eyes, before taking a breath.

Nani kore?

Follows a short, collective conversation in which a now well alive—or should I say ‘functionnal’?—Kore participates. We knew she had suffered some strange, utterly unexplained memory loss; and that most of her augments were of unknown, custom origin, doubtlessly terribly expensive, and beyond cutting edge. But what is that stuff she said, upon coming to artificial life?

Jasen then explains these words are linked to a conspiracy theory, of a kind he more or less considers baseless. Supposedly, an organisation aptly named Control plays marionettist with the world. (if I had to head a super-secret organisation bent on controling the world, I’d name it Banana Pizza; then nobody outside the inner circle would ever believe its existence)

“Control exists,” asserts Isutyr the Goada Naren, whose haveage is “older than stream and stone,” thus giving weight to her words. As for Control’s actual agenda, she knows nothing of it, despite her people apparently having a certain history with this group.