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MEA: Harumi Ryder chibi

I drew a chibi of my MEA Pathfinder, Harumi Ryder! En’t she cute <3 She’s wielding the Isharay Sniper Rifle and wearing the Pathfinder Vigilant Armour set. I was too lazy to load the game so this is from pictures on the internet, which means it’s not entirely accurate in places.

On her right cheek is a burn scar, covered with a blue tattoo. Continue reading

A Girl and Her AI part 3

Oops I might have written an outline for Andromeda 2 and 3 in here? It just kind of happened?

I may expand parts of this, it’s still technically a first draft. I feel a lot of it is too general and doesn’t show how SAM’s evolved since the beginning.

For all the people looking for SAM’s conversation about Death and the self, here it is:

“The self is forged by experiences. Death is the only experiences that ends the self before it’s understood. So, is death completion? Or an expression cut short before it reaches its full solution, giving a different answer? I can see why it fascinates you.”

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It had been three years since their arrival in Heleus and the Initiative was going strong. Harumi had seen wonderful things, done unbelievable things. Continue reading

A Girl and Her AI part 2

The final fight is very long and full of nonsense. I know because I played through it again to grab dialogue. : P

Harumi’s fight song!! I particularly love the first verse. I haven’t played any Persona (though I probably should? I hear great things about it) but this cover makes me cheer viscerally for the protagonist (especially when that protagonist is Harumi :3 )

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“Hey SAM, wanna watch a movie?” She pushed her rolly chair away from her terminal, turned to the little hologram projection. “I’ve been a good Pathfinder. I’m done my emails, got some time before bed.” Which he already knew. Continue reading

A Girl and Her AI part 1

I just keep writing more and more SAM stuff. I need to replay this game.

The snow can stop, already.


The first time she met SAM, he was only a little more than a hyper-competent VI. “Hey, Dad? Dad? You in here?” She was back on her first leave; she’d already seen Mom upstairs in the kitchen, fiddling with the new coffee-maker. Continue reading