Angela Moira Delaware’s copy of the Eclipse Phase Character Questionnaire By ShadowDragon8685 1: How did the Fall affect you, and where were you when it happened? I both was and wasn’t extant at the time, though I have full recall of those days. I’m a fork (of a fork,) of the original Angela Moira Delaware who wasn’t forked until afterwards. Not that I’m not Angela Delaware - I am. We all are. Anyway, I remember it well. I remember being terrified, because one of the things they don’t tell you about sleeving into a Neotenic is that you get back the full range of childish wonder - including childish fear. Which, let me tell you, was in hyperdrive given there was enough fear going around in those days to make grown people scream and weep. I was safe from the Fall - I had a nice vantage point from my hab in the Saturnine Trojans. We didn’t get any TITAN greebliness out where we were, but it was an immense relief when everybody agreed more or less that the TITANs were gone and we could get back to the business of being alive. Being afraid didn’t stop us from taking advantage of the chaos on New Humanity - we were still ostensibly a hypercorp social experiment hab at the time, but with all the shaking up that was going on, we took the opportunity to cast off our corporate overlords and declare ourselves an Anarcho-Collectivist habitat. I still checked under my bed for TITANs for a year afterward, though. 2: How did you come into being? I was born - three times. And no, I don’t mean some stupid spiritual “born again” crap. I mean I literally remember being born three times. If I ever fork, that fork will remember four times; my three, and her own. I was born as the original Angela “Angie” Delaware. I lived a nifty life as her; grew up with parents who loved me and cared for me, which was a trick given they lived in a cluster hab a few steps above a tin can, as they were original space colonists. I lived that life for a long time; I grew up, learning things like how to maintain a habitat, how to work in a body bank, etcetera. I experienced the “joys” of overcrowding, and decided to strike out on my own, egocasting to New Humanity to take part in an interesting and tantalizing experiment. I took part in the Neo-Anarchist revolution on New Humanity with great enthusiasm, though there weren’t any fatalities and none of the pigs got spaced, sadly. I worked out how to make functional hermaphrodite morphs without testicles, because seriously, they got in the way and were kinda stupid and unpleasant, I decided to alpha fork myself to find out if it was sex or masturbation to have sex with your own fork. (It’s sex. Also incest, though the novelty wears off after a few weeks.) I then forked again, and it was the second fork who pointed out the pale pachyderm: we couldn’t all just be Angela Delaware, it would be too confusing, and appending numbers was deeply unappealing. (And also, to settle the question of threesomes. In a word? Awesome.) Then I got ahold of some Slyph genetics cracked from some hypercorp DNA blueprints, and I had an idea. It takes a while, about three years, to force-grow a biomorph, and there is some run-up time when modifying/designing from scratch. So I spent a few days nailing down everything I wanted my new morph to be, used the ego bridge in my body lab to take a backup of myself, and I woke up a little over three years later in the body I’d designed. That was my second birth, as Angela Celestia Delaware. Being a slyph is great, let me tell you. (I mean, being an Olympian is great, and so is being a Neotenic... But trying out new things is nice.) That morph leaned me towards artistic endeavors, and I became a real Artiste, throwing myself head-first into the business of body-sculpting. Not merely beautiful, well-made bodies, Celestia and I make works of living, breathing, panting, orgasmic art out of morphs. (Not just biomorphs, but mainly biomorphs.) About a year after my morpological artistic take-off, I wondered what to do with myself. New Humanity was getting fairly crowded with me, to say nothing of the solar system. I like having lots of sisters, but it also afforded me the opportunity to do things I hadn’t done before. Specifically, I’d always regretted that I’d never had any formal education. On the other hand, I kind of also wanted to get close to Gatecrashing. I didn’t think I’d really have a shot at either, so to double my chances, I submitted a request to join the Love & Rage collective on Oberon, and an application to Titan Autonomous University. Both were accepted, so I did what I did best. I forked, met myself face to face, kissed, fucked, and then we flipped an analogue random number generator. I, Moira, got to go to Titan and go to university, while I, Celestia, the previous I, got to go to Oberon and join the Love & Rage Collective. 3: What are you now? A Hazer, naturally, given that I’m on Titan. I guess I could have pulled strings to get something else, but why would I? It was on the verge of being recycled, since its neurology has a noted problem from its plasticity mod (for retaining childlike ease of learning,) retaining memory fragments from prior egos, and the last owner had it modified in ways most Titanians consider wastefully extravagant - massive, luxurious, bright red hair, and breasts as large as its head, and a weirdly oval chin. I fell in love with it at first sight and volunteered to take it, neurology flaw and all. (They told me I didn’t need to feel pressured into taking a flawed morph and could arrange a loaner until a proper morph was available to me; I had to specify that I wanted this one.) I didn’t feel afraid of any memory artifacting (I like trying new things, recall, and if it got super-terribad I could always restore from my egocast backup,) but I’ve lived in this body almost four years and never experienced one. Oh, I had it modified extensively, of course, on top of the pre-existing heavy body-sculpting and nanotats, a ghostrider module, a clean (but hot-burning) metabolism, linguistics and maths modifications, I of course implemented hermaphroditic gender, a circadian regulation system, electrosense, Medichines and nanophage, and reconfigured the nanotats to my preference - currently I have a cute little purple thing framing my eyes, and the entire Autonomist Alliance Points of Unity printed on my slender little back, their text forming the circle of the Circle-@. Yes, I literally wear my politics on my skin: I do come from the habitat that quite literally nailed our colors to the mast during the Second Battle of Locus. 4: Where do you live or come back to? I consider two places home, actually. The first is New Humanity, of course, the home of my family of sisters. I miss that torus/cluster hybrid, I miss my body labs and genehacking work, I miss the sense of sisterhood I had with all my twins, and the sense of camraderie and sorority that came from living on the habitat itself. The sex? Sure, I miss that, too. I can always go back, of course... But I also consider Aarhus my home, too. I’m the first of my sisterhood (heh, we have a sisterhood and we can mean it in every sense of the word,) to hold citizenship in a statist polity. I’m not in love with the statism and all, but earning that citizenship with three years of civil service was the price to attend TAU, and as statist polities go, the Titanian Commonwealth is definitely one I could live with forever, if I had to. That doesn’t mean I’m not rocking the vote full-@ at every opportunity, which on Titan comes about twice an hour, of course. I’d like to see Titan go full transparency on everything, and allow for anarcho-collectivist habitats to form on the surface of Titan. But for right now, and the foreseeable future, an apartment in Aarhus, in one of many apartment blocks just like it, is where I live. It has a nice big bed with silky, high-tech sheets, a hot shower with indefinite hot water allowance that’s big enough to push a woman against the wall in, a desk, a few blob-bag pieces of configurable furniture, my militia armor and rifle in their cabinet, and of course, my Desktop CM. What more could a girl ask for, really? I learn hard, party hard, tinker hard, and sleep as little as possible. 5: What do you do? I do what I do! More specifically, I’m a full-time student at Titan Autonomous University; I just completed a semester and am between terms. I got high marks in Engineering, Nanotechnology, and Polisci, the subjects I came to study. Practical courses don’t start until next year, though. In the meantime, I do give a day’s service each week as a habitat technician - I don’t mind it at all. Frankly, if you’re living anywhere that doesn’t have a fully breathable atmosphere and you aren’t personally vested in the upkeep of your habitat, you’re nuts! The rest of my time I either spend studying, mailing/chatting with my fellow students or the faculty (and it’s not just one-way; remember, I am a fork of a published practical geneticist with a bit of standing on RNA,) exploring my new home, or just looking for women interested in trying a hermaphrodite on for size.