[Ah, he's going... well that's fine, they didn't really have much to talk about in the end. Yoosung was content hearing about Terra and Max, since he figured Mitarai wasn't close with the other entrance exam 'students.' Either way, Yoosung hadn't really thought about the simulation as art. Part of him had even wondered if they just patched in the visual data from cameras and then warped their perception to smooth the rough edges. The idea of someone animating the sky and all of the little details of their world, was ... well, with an actual animator in front of him, he couldn't help but imagine him doing it. He remembers that page he'd held up with the rough keyframe and thinking of their existence in terms like that makes him feel pretty small. He's never been hit so hard by the realization that they're all just a bunch of tiny bits of data in a computer.]
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[He pulls his legs up onto the bench to hug them once Mitarai's stuff is all off of it.]
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[Ah, he's going... well that's fine, they didn't really have much to talk about in the end. Yoosung was content hearing about Terra and Max, since he figured Mitarai wasn't close with the other entrance exam 'students.' Either way, Yoosung hadn't really thought about the simulation as art. Part of him had even wondered if they just patched in the visual data from cameras and then warped their perception to smooth the rough edges. The idea of someone animating the sky and all of the little details of their world, was ... well, with an actual animator in front of him, he couldn't help but imagine him doing it. He remembers that page he'd held up with the rough keyframe and thinking of their existence in terms like that makes him feel pretty small. He's never been hit so hard by the realization that they're all just a bunch of tiny bits of data in a computer.]
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[He pulls his legs up onto the bench to hug them once Mitarai's stuff is all off of it.]
This was crazy enough to appreciate as a gamer...