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It's kind of tragic, in a sense, that iterators were made with so much of their creators logic and desires and yet they were left with none of the resources to satisfy such things.
Do you think they crave touch? Family? Do you think they have to have any hope of connection stomped out of them lest they rebel against what they were made for?
Were they ever afraid to feel, or to be outside of what they were supposed to be? If they ever dared to desire, would they have to hide it?
Do you think they saw their creators sometimes as family, and did the abuse hurt just that much more because of it?
Were they like children, when they were born? Did they process the world through the lens of uncertainty and naivete and was that taken advantage of to mold them into the desired product?
Or were they conscious and self aware in full, was is overwhelming, being alive for the first time?
Or were did they process things entirely as machines, did they only learn to be people after seeing it happen around them, and then did they ever regret becoming more alive than they ever needed to be? That they ever became enough to feel hurt and to hurt others?
If they were just machines at birth, with only the capability of consciousness, were the desired traits injected into them with thoughts and ideas and interactions in their formative early years and was anything else just a byproduct of trying to build a person from scratch? Did their creators even want them to feel, to be conscious and alive, or was that just a necessity to create the desired machine?
Did they even care that their creations were alive?
Did any of them grieve, when they left the children of their labor behind? Were they grieved for in turn when they were gone? Do their echoes ever try to reach out, to let them know they aren't alone, to find comfort in connection that before was so condemned?
If they tried hard enough, could they reach?
Could they find each other?
Would it be comforting to iterators that the remnants of their creators could find them, or would it bring more feelings of rage, of sorrow, of painful memories and grief and hurt from the years they were used and the years more they were abandoned?
Did they ever truly mean anything to each other?
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All of you are probably aware that I am a man who loves to think about the Ancients’ daily lives, but most of all I am a man who loves to think about them being happy.
The lives not spent in perpetual meditation and self-sacrifice, those spent truly living for something other than the hope to properly die.
Moon speaks of big festivals, of classical paintings so adored that people forged family portraits in their style – family portraits – they cared for their families enough to get them painted together!
She reads a fragment of a poem, from an ancient farmer. Their name is Pel, nowhere near as vivid as those of the others. In the mists of memory, your image dances, like the motes of dust, in a ray of sunlight that pierces a dark room. It is a love poem, it seems; to whom, no one knows. Nonetheless, it is a work of love, and nothing else.
She reads a dark pink pearl. In it are over six hundred memories of one person, who lived near the end of their civilization. They were married with children. They spoke in debate contests, and were apparently incredibly stylish. They preserved the memories of a tasty meal from their childhood, a triumphant victory in a debate, and a peaceful moment in their older years. They were left here to be cherished by those who remained. None do, except you.
But still, you are here. You remember what they were.
And they were alive.
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Two of my favorite little moments from the Six of Crows book are when Kaz tells Inej and Jesper to go fetch him clothes.
Both scenes are just so fun to picture happening
Like-- Inej simply wanting him to ask nicely for once and he just HAS to do the Most "Please, my darling Inej, treasure of my heart, won't you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?" and Inej side-eyeing his cane and telling to have a long trip before she slides easily down the bannister made it even better
and then with Jesper, all he can be bothered to do is casually throw out a threat, 'Man with a knife, remember?' and when that doesn't work he just flips him off as he walks away knowing he'll do what he asked anyways.
Would love to see it in some iteration at some point though it's unlikely.
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the trozei beamer poses absolutely insane implications if it's canon to the rest of the series (which i want it to be). like what do you MEAN if you have multiple of the same species of pokemon nearby a total stranger can mass transfer them using private satellite. right out of their POKEBALLS????? Like is that ALLOWED???? Ma'am you are UNREGISTERED
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'Where did you learn such tales, if all the land is empty and forgetful?' asked Peregrin. 'The birds and beasts do not tell tales of that sort.'
'The heirs of Elendil do not forget all things past,' said Strider; 'and many more things than I can tell are remembered in Rivendell.'
'Have you often been to Rivendell?' said Frodo.
'I have,' said Strider. 'I dwelt there once, and still I return when I may. There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house of Elrond.'
With this and the elf-stone, we learned some more about Strider today 👀
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I love the attention to detail in NEO, especially with the character expressions. Early on, Shoka knows she’s fucked up. Her family is responsible for trapping her best friend in a game with no known escape and she at the very least feels complicit in that :[
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I went into my english class at the start of the semester and my professor was like "you guys dont discuss hard questions, like philosophy or politics, or analyze literature very much outside of academia, right? In some other cultures this is normal, but we don't do this very much here" and I was internally like lady I don't know how to say this but talking about those things in my personal life is all I fucking do it feels like
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