Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"They don't have bodies per se. They have locations in which they can perform various operations of matter manipulation which can but doesn't always include operating a body."
"Are your random genocide victims going to be comfortable here or are you thinking, like, your family and friends and stuff?"
“People who died in accidents in the last couple of years. So they will be able to reintegrate straightforwardly.”
“They won’t be able to reintegrate at all, everyone they knew is dead and everything they knew is gone. I don’t think there’s much reason to bother.”
"Oh, pardon me, I forgot that people who no longer think highly of you are better off dead and that's why I was messily annihilated the other week."
“Says the kid who has never in his life done anything that might make anyone think less of him.”