Samson nods and gives a thumbs up.
"Sounds good. Welp, I'm going to see what it's like planet side then!"
Samson goes to do look for a knife shop.
Samson heads out and follows directions to a room with several teleportation modules. Walking up to one of them, it displays a three dimensional representation of a planet and all of its landmasses; this must be the U.S. It indicates that he can press one of the glowing areas on the globe, which will teleport him there. Additionally, he can search for keywords that will redirect him to the most relevant destinations.
"Well, if it has garlic in it, I'm not gonna turn down a free meal! I'll be sure to show up for dinner—just let me store this thing somewhere I won't have to worry about one of these chumps stealing it!"
Wario heads back to his dorm, where he stores the idol under his bed.
Wario hides the Golden Monkey Head Artifact under his bed. It would be best to lock the door on his way out.
Anna's Zielon Wallet just becomes a UI element.
Because SBURB is weird.
"It was still a life, even if it was parasitic. We should try more than this..."
"It was not a life, just the illusion of one. A video game may appear to have sentient beings and an organic world, but ultimately it is a series of colors and sounds produced by a programmed machine."
"You do realize I've been living in SBURB for...Far too long, right? Right? Your analogy sucks. Because then if I'm a videogame character, who's simulating me?
You would call an AI nonlife simply because it doesn't have a human brain, if you were human, wouldn't you."
"No, you suck. : P
But really, you're simulating you, as far as I know. Solangre's had no will of its own to control its thoughts or actions."Woodsworth floats over to the U.I. guiding the Transportation Ship back into its dormant stationing position.
"Look at these guys, would you say they are sentient? I control their every move, their every moment of existence, all simultaneously. If they have anything resembling emotions, I control those as well. If I wanted, they would all cease to exist beyond hollow objects containing deprogrammed systems."Frisk briefly approaches Twilight, and gives her a small wave, signalling their leave. "Seeya."
They do the same with Anna, before stepping in the portal, returning home.
Frisk says their goodbyes and heads to the Entrance Room, which now functions as an Exit Room as well. The portal seems to beckon to them.
*Frisk feels determined.Frisk had already met many people here, made friends even. But in the end, they felt as though they could do little. This was not where they came from, and this was not a battle they could contribute to. It was one that would be waged with tools of warfare, anger and deception. Frisk could sense that MERCY would be only a faint whisper among the cries of rage; MERCY did have its place, but it would not be here, among these flawed but brave people. Frisk had saved one world, and now it would be up them to save the rest. Frisk sincerely wished them the best. But they were needed elsewhere.
*Frisk goes HOME.