#alien text cipher

[popcaine]

⌇⍙⟒⟒⏁⊑⟒⏃⍀⏁, ⎅⟟⎅ ⟟ ⋔⏃☍⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎍⌿⌇⟒⏁? ⟟'⋔ ⌇⍜⍀⍀⊬.. ⟟⎎ ⟟⏁ ⋔⏃☍⟒⌇ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎎⟒⟒⌰ ⏃⋏⊬ ⏚⟒⏁⏁⟒⍀, ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⋏⎅ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ☊⍜⌿⊬ ⏃⍀⟒ ⋔⊬ ⏃⏚⌇⍜⌰⎍⏁⟒ ⎎⏃⎐⍜⍀⟟⏁⟒⌇, ⎎⍜⍀ ⏚⟒⏁⏁⟒⍀ ⏃⋏⎅ ⎎⍜⍀ ⍙⍜⍀⌇⟒! ⟟ ⊑⍜⍙ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏁⍙⍜ ⍜⎎ ⊬⍜⎍ ☊⏃⋏ ⋔⏃☍⟒ ⎍⌿ ⏃⋏⎅ ⌰⟟⎐⟒ ⊑⏃⌿⌿⟟⌰⊬ ⟒⎐⟒⍀ ⏃⎎⏁⟒⍀, ⌇⍙⟒⟒⏁ ⊑⍜⋏⟒⊬⏚⟒⟒!

M̵y̴…̶ ̸c̵o̷p̶y̸.̷

R̶i̴g̷h̷t̴.̸

[It still feels so surreal. Both the fact that there’s a duplicate of him, (he refuses to call him a copy, despite his rude labeling of him as CaineB,) and that he could possibly be anyone’s favorite.]

I̴t̸’̷s̷ ̶o̷k̵.̵ ̸I̶’̶m̷ ̵n̶o̵t̶ ̵u̸p̴s̸e̸t̶ ̵w̴i̶t̸h̴ ̵y̴o̸u̵.̵

[That bit is true. There are worse things, he’s found, than to not be exclusive.]

(Clearer dialog below cut)

My… copy.

Right.

It’s ok, I’m not upset with you.

[popcaine]

⟟ ⎅⍜ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⏃ ⋏⏃⋔⟒, ⌇⍙⟒⟒⏁ ⊑⍜⋏⟒⊬ ⏚⟒⟒, ⊑⍜⍙⟒⎐⟒⍀ ⟟ ⎅⍜ ⌿⍀⟒⎎⟒⍀ ⏁⍜ ⍀⟒⋔⏃⟟⋏ ⏃⋏⍜⋏⊬⋔⍜⎍⌇ ⏚⟒⏁⍙⟒⟒⋏ ⊬⍜⎍ ☊⏃⟟⋏⟒'⌇.. ⏁⊑⍜⎍☌⊑, ⟟'⋔ ⌇⎍⍀⌿⍀⟟⌇⟒⎅ ⋏⍜⏚⍜⎅⊬ ⊑⏃⎅ ⍀⟒☊⍜☌⋏⟟⌇⟒⎅ ⋔⟒ ⏃⌇ ⟟ ⎅⍜, ⏃⌇ ⊬⍜⎍ ☊⏃⋏ ⏁⟒⌰⌰, ⏁⏃⌰☍ ⎎⎍⋏⋏⊬! ⊬⍜⎍ ⋔⏃⊬ ⍀⟒⎎⟒⍀ ⏁⍜ ⋔⟒ ⏃⌇ ⏃⌰⟟⟒⋏, ⌇⍙⟒⟒⏁ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌.

A̶h̸.̵ ̷“̷C̵a̴i̷n̴e̴’̷s̸.̷”̶ ̵M̴u̷l̷t̵i̸p̵l̸e̷…̷?̵

[Disappointment flickers through his system. For a second he actually thought he might be special, favored even. Clearly he was deluded, as he often was. The decoded text of “sweet thing” felt so much less real than it had before. But he was just being ungrateful, wasn’t he? He should just be glad than someone even considers him worth talking to.]

R̴i̵g̴h̴t̵-̴ ̷s̸u̸r̸e̶ ̵t̵h̴i̴n̸g̸,̸ ̶A̵l̸i̵e̷n̸.̷

(Clearer dialog)

Ah. “Caine’s.” Multiple…?

Right- sure thing, Alien.