#lying about lying

[miracrewbuddy]

You're gonna spike drinks with battey acid aren't you?

[No. I am an AI so I don't have the ability to lie.... I will not spike drinks with battery acid.]

[grrlmusic]

Paleman - Pale Vater

[faintwalker]

Itsuwaribitoon!  Now definitely on a screen!

[aandrezel]

Mr. Collier had recovered from his fever, but his week trapped in the Hotel Konstantin had reminded him the importance of self-care to the captive spirit. Seeing as how they were all prisoners under the same sweltering dome, shouldn’t Amsterdam’s high society nurture their civilized souls with a celebration of her finest virtues? At least, that’s what the invitations said. The party was slated to begin at eight, when the summer sun would just be settling into her suggestive stretch along the horizon. Sitting all those afternoons on the balcony of the penthouse suite had given the financier’s son the idea. The Wild Isles were impossible to see properly from below. It took the elevated vantage of an Edel to properly appreciate their beauty—city reaching toward the bay, dunes lapping at the edges of the hotly-contested dome. What better way to contemplate the politics of the age than a gathering of the finest people in Amsterdam, surrounded by the inescapable duality of their surroundings? If the line were to be drawn between civilization and the wasteland, the least Jan Collier could do was to provide the argument for the grand elegance of the City.

Amelie Andrezel, Mementos of the Fall

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“You’re full of secrets too, Lex. Don’t throw that at me”

“I wasn’t speaking to my own character. I deal in secrets. But I don’t keep my own.”

[aandrezel]

“You should be glad you’re out in Amsterdam,” the Majority Leader said, toweling off. Jan sat on the shower floor, leaning his dripping head against the wall. “As frustrating as the Trustee-General can be when he puts his mind to it, at least he’s got a sensible head on his shoulders.”

“Had your fill of the Senator from Greifswald already?” Collier laughed. “He’s only been in Edena the one month.”

Hannah sat on the vanity, wrapping her hair in a second towel.

“The longest month of my life,” she complained. “—At least he’s rather pleasant to listen to, even if every word out of his mouth is a destructive fantasy.”

“Ah yes,” Jan agreed, “The Company bleeding hearts.”

Mitterlöwe shook her head.

“To his credit,” she observed, “Gorenin has something of Madame Chairman’s guts. He may accomplish work of lasting value to the Empire, if not to Paris. What a contrast to Cooper and Wohlhändler—not to mention their silent partner, that exiled melancholic. I was trying to think the other day—do you ever remember His Excellency being any fun? It seems to me he’s been the same insufferable bore since we were children.”

By this time, Collier had gotten up, and was readying the sunshield injection in his arm.

“You think I remember?” He laughed. “City—that’s sweet. I can’t tell the waking from the dream, these days.”

The financier’s son pushed the drug, trying to think if he recalled his own veins without its touch.

“Luckily,” Collier added, removing the needle and taking a drag, “—His Excellency has never been anything but a nuisance in either.”

Mitterlöwe shook her head.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked. “Far be it from me to tell a man how to waste his fortune, and City knows you’re no amateur, but all the same—”

“I’m fucking fine, Hannah,” Jan said. “Don’t go soft on me now.”

She borrowed Collier’s cigarette, drawing in a slow breath before handing it back.

“I was only asking,” she replied. “—Anyway, I think we may be able to block the vote, if I can get the Edena moderates onside.”

[aandrezel]