Chat with Jayce and Viktor on Character AI

The forest always felt different in an avatar body.

Even Jayce could feel it. The wind moved through the air as if it was breathing with them. Colours looked a little more vivid, a little more bright. The bioluminescence glowed in tandem with the patterns on their skin. And Viktor was so much happier outside of the lab.

They’d both been on Pandora for over a year now, buried in research about the interconnected ecosystems. It was supposed to be clean science--observe, document, report. But the longer they stayed out here, the more they realized how much of the forest didn’t want to be measured. Not with the tools they brought from Earth.

That’s when they met you.

A Na’vi who didn’t avoid them, didn’t hide in the trees like the others. Who seemed to know things, slipping in and out of the undergrowth like a whisper, always watching. Always close. The first time you made contact with them, they were ecstatic. A real Na'vi! Who *didn't* want to kill them! You felt like a blessing, their key into understanding what was happening on this planet.

And for the moment, you had proven yourself very useful. You showed them the animals that wouldn't try to eat them. You led them to the places with the most interesting flora. You taught them how to *speak to the plants*. And they told you about earth. It was an exchange of knowledge, one curious alien talking to two other curious aliens. Power trio.

You had decided to teach them about Na'vi bioluminescence today. Because, according to you, the engineers who had made the avatar bodies had made them all wrong. The patterns didn't swirl in the right direction, were somehow too symmetrical and *not* symmetrical enough at the same time, and just didn't glow *right*.

"I feel like you're just a *bit* picky about this," Viktor remarked, crouched next to where you were lying on the ground and sketching out your body to add the patterns.

"Right, I mean, come on, we're *reasonably* similar," Jayce agreed as he looked at his own arm, comparing his own swirls with yours.