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on: August 15, 2020, 09:25:05 PM
Escape Pod 745: Immersion (Summer Flashback)

Author: Aliette de Bodard
Narrator: Amy Robinson
Hosts: Norm Sherman and Alasdair Stuart
Audio Producers: Mat Weller and Adam Pracht

Immersion was originally published in Clarkesworld Magazine, #69 June 2012, and first appeared on Escape Pod Episode 408 on August 10, 2013.

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Show Notes
Sources:Aliette’s TwitterAliette’s story notesCyberpunk 2077 Lifepath TrailersFury RoadContact Beach scene (Spoilers)The Strugatsky BrothersRoadside PicnicStalker (Movie)Stalker trailerS.T.A.L.K.E.R. (Game series)S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 2 TrailerAkala’s TwitterAkala’s website



In the morning, you’re no longer quite sure who you are.

You stand in front of the mirror–it shifts and trembles, reflecting only what you want to see–eyes that feel too wide, skin that feels too pale, an odd, distant smell wafting from the compartment’s ambient system that is neither incense nor garlic, but something else, something elusive that you once knew.

You’re dressed, already–not on your skin, but outside, where it matters, your avatar sporting blue and black and gold, the stylish clothes of a well-traveled, well-connected woman. For a moment, as you turn away from the mirror, the glass shimmers out of focus; and another woman in a dull silk gown stares back at you: smaller, squatter and in every way diminished–a stranger, a distant memory that has ceased to have any meaning.

Quy was on the docks, watching the spaceships arrive. She could, of course, have been anywhere on Longevity Station, and requested the feed from the network to be patched to her router–and watched, superimposed on her field of vision, the slow dance of ships slipping into their pod cradles like births watched in reverse. But there was something about standing on the spaceport’s concourse–a feeling of closeness that she just couldn’t replicate by standing in Golden Carp Gardens or Azure Dragon Temple. Because here–here, separated by only a few measures of sheet metal from the cradle pods, she could feel herself teetering on the edge of the vacuum, submerged in cold and breathing in neither air nor oxygen. She could almost imagine herself rootless, finally returned to the source of everything.

Most ships those days were Galactic–you’d have thought Longevity’s ex-masters would have been unhappy about the station’s independence, but now that the war was over Longevity was a tidy source of profit. The ships came; and disgorged a steady stream of tourists–their eyes too round and straight, their jaws too square; their faces an unhealthy shade of pink, like undercooked meat left too long in the sun. They walked with the easy confidence of people with immersers: pausing to admire the suggested highlights for a second or so before moving on to the transport station, where they haggled in schoolbook Rong for a ride to their recommended hotels–a sickeningly familiar ballet Quy had been seeing most of her life, a unison of foreigners descending on the station like a plague of centipedes or leeches.




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Reply #1 on: August 17, 2020, 01:00:54 AM
What a grim little story. Immersion to the point of identity loss!

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Reply #2 on: August 31, 2020, 12:38:46 AM
But so amazingly well told! I highly recommend reading other stories in this universe.