Municipal Darwinism

"It is possible."
Crow stands up suddenly. "I had a memory recently."

((The Stalker Fang is a stalker made from the corpse of Anna Fang, the brilliant and beautiful aviatrix who worked for the old Anti-Tractionists League. The stalker is everything Anna was not. Brutal, mad and ruthless. However, occasionally it shows flashes of humanity as it momentarily remembers its life.))

"What was it?!" said Ceara excitedly. "It better not be you eating breakfast again..."

"It was..." Crow stops and stares around the bar. "I remember children. Three of them, and a woman who would be considered beautiful."

"Eating breakfast?"

"I don't..." Crow's voice suddenly changes from his usual metal shrieking voice to a soft whisper. "My darling Elizabeth? Is that you?"
His head twitches, and his voice returns to normal. "I... I do not understand what is happening. But there was no breakfast involved."

"Maybe they're your kids and wife?" shrugged Ceara.

"That is what I thought," says Crow.

"It's hard to imagine you having a wife...or kids...no offense."

"I doubt I was a preserved corpse at the time," says Crow. "I just find it hard to imagine. I think that that is linked to my memory suppression."

"Do you....like being like this?" Ceara asked quietly.

"I suffer no pain from emotions. I feel, but it is like a distant memory of emotions. Also, what may kill you will not slow me for more than a moment. But... It is not a happy sight to see your friends and colleagues grow old and die while you remain."
Crow bows his great metal head. "I heard that Shrike went mad in the end. Or maybe he went sane."

"That's horrible." said Ceara.

(Lol he should go talk to Andrew...they'd be best friends!)

"Yes. He wanted to kill the girl Hester and make her into a stalker."

((They're actually very similar, except that Crow has to build a new life for himself and can't remember, and Andrew remembers but can't build a new life. Apart from that, they're both dead and both dead depressed.))

((Dead depressed..lol)

"Why Hester?"

"He'd looked after her as a child. No one ever knew why."

"That's...akward..."

"I have always felt that Shrike was closer to you once-born than any of us. I have always been the strong one. Osprey was the clever one, but she is decommissioned somewhere in the ruins of Hill 60. You would say... dead, but old stalkers never truly die."

"No you're already...dead."

"I meant that no matter how badly damaged I am, as long as my brain survives, I can always be rebuilt, and I will still be who I was beforehand. They say that every time a stalker dies, it remembers a little more of its once-born life."

"Don't you just ever want to...stop?"

(Are we still in the bar place?)

(Yeah)

(Ok, I'll just jump in then)
Conor:
I fly through the door of the bar. I slam down ontop of the table that they are sitting at. (Forgot names, sorry) A huge man walks in and looks down at me saying, "Where's my money runt"
"Dake, I told you I have your money! Just let me get it!" I say in reply smiling.
"Alright but you better not try anything"
I nod and stand up my back to them. They can fully see me reach nehind me grab the pistol and say, "I've got your money right here Dake" then I pull out the pistol shove it under his jaw and blow the top of his head off. I then sit down at their table and order a drink.
(Is it chill if I know you guys already?)

(That's what we did)

"Conor," said Ceara shaking her head, "do you always have to get in so much trouble?"

Conor:
I pull off the plastic flesh like mask I had been wearing to reveal my real face. I grin and say, "I had to take care of some business, that guy had a pretty big bounty on his head. I was acting as a guy who owed him cash obviously."