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micelangelooo · 1 year
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Turambar lamented, but carried on and with all his will climbed up the narrow to the dragon's position. Then he took his sword Gurthang and stabbed Glaurung's belly to the hilt. Crying in pain, the dragon crossed to the other cliff with the sword still embedded. He twisted in agony, falling in the ground. Turambar almost fainted, but with great strength he left the ravine and approached the dragon. Mocking the dragon, Turambar took back his sword, but a blood stream sprayed his hand, and he fell unconscious. 
The lifeless body of Túrin was later found by his wife. “For at the cry of Níniel Glaurung stirred for the last time, and a quiver ran through all his body; and he opened his baleful eyes a silt, and the moon gleamed in them, as gasping he spoke: ‘Hail, Niënor, daughter of Húrin. We meet again ere we end. I give you joy that you have found your brother at last. And now you shall know him: a stabber in the dark, treacherous to foes, faithless to friends, and a curse unto his kin, Túrin son of Húrin! But the worst of all his deeds you shall feel in yourself.’ 
–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin. 
“The Death of Glaurung”. The scene were Túrin have just brought  an end to the evil of Glaurung, the father of dragons. Although, Glaurung had one last revelation..
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nicolasrix · 2 years
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The Hobbit Book Map
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the-books-we-travel · 2 years
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thelien-art · 4 months
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Sauron design - Huan design
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i will lead not my people into ruin assured, arafinwë spat.
his brothers's eyes were on him, united as never they had been before; but well he could see how thin the thread was that bound them. betrayal námo had prophetized, and grief unbearable, certain diminishment.
you mean truly the turn the hands of your vassals into dishonour greater than the one we have cast upon ourselves already? shame be upon the ill-use of bonds, and oaths, and love! if any among you were worthy of being called princes among our people, you would go no further.
his children went regardless. it was a sorry thing, to know he had sired and taught no true princes after all. some among their followers had wished to go regardless - but there was no need that they should have such a plenty of lords to do it for!
the ones who remained clung to arafinwë, well after his ascension. valar-named, he was king assuredly, a bitter office and unwished for; but his people clung to him. he could not release them from their own deeds, not the duty they bore to the teleri - but he could sit with them in sharing fashion, and be as guilty and angry and mournful as they were.
finwë would not have ruled so, but finwë was dead. fëanáro most assuredly would not have sat himself kneeling on the floor in humility before his wife, or accepted insults in his court's throne chambers - but fëanáro was ash bourne away in a foreign wind, and it was arafinwë among his kin who knew how to do patient work, hard work.
nolofinwë ought to have inherited these tasks. but in the end he loved his pride and his courage and his wrath the better than his city. in a small and rueful way, arafinwë was glad; his brother had given too much of himself to it already, as a prince dutiful and resented. it would have spent him of his powers to do it crowned.
arafinwë did it himself. through the darkening, when he made certain none starved more than others, and all those failing in body and spirit were attended; and the long ages under the moon and sun afterwards.
first of all the returned exiles was his own firstborn son, half-penitent and largely altered, in love with the land across the sea. as far as due payments were, it was less than the valar might have given.
the sloughing cold of araman bit his throat. arafinwë sat beside finrod, and embraced him, and raised him up; he heard the rushing of the waves, uinen's wrath, and the dead dark greater than the darkness where námo's words rang still.
where the fairness, where the mercy? he did not rail his wrath that one son was too little, and did not weep for all the childless parents that dwell in fair tirion - but they were his people, and he felt their grief as his own. he had held all their hands, he knew the names of all those who had abandoned their land in his brothers's trains.
he embraced his son, stroked his tresses, let himself be a bulwark against his tears. a king he was, the best among his people. to him it was to make fairness, if it was hard to find. hard work, patient work. it never did grow lighter.
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nyenyerle · 2 months
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i sound old but we should have more respect for the text of the silmarillion :) like don’t just take out the idea of nerdanel’s sexy biceps. it’s been written by a man who really liked texts :)) not saying you must also like texts. it’s fine (and im saying this sincerely) if you only like fingon’s 14 karat bobby pins!! but you should be able to recognise and willing to admit and ready to mention that the text itself is good fucking literature. no more “it’s unfinished” “chris tolkien didn’t even like it” “haha elf phone book” “i’ve read it on tolkien gateway that somewhere in the HoME there’s a gayer version of this sentence” stop joking about how it’s bad. like we do know that it has literary value far far far far far far far beyond providing lexical information about our elves of choice right? :(
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@is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not
Comms check. Can you hear me, Weapons?
Aff, seakin. Communications are clear. You hear me, quiaff?
Aff. Clear as the breeze on Cascadia.
You make me homesick for something I have never seen.
Perhaps when this is over. I would like to think the IlKhan would want us to reintegrate a planet founded by survivors of the Terran Hegemony.
Perhaps they will even let us take the Mech. If what you say is true, they will like the totemic form.
Aff. Beginning preliminary start up...
Reactor...online Sensors...online Weapons...online All Systems Nominal Seyla, honorable warriors. To victory.
Green across the board. How fairs your connection?
Cortical ports are secure; movement harness is locked and secure. Neural lace shows 99.87% bandwidth capability and redundancies are at 100.
Ammunition?
Full bins. Missile systems are hot, gauss capaciters ready.
And you?
I am ready to hunt, Seakin. Let us walk in honor, and feast upon the flesh of the Blakists when we are done.
Don't let the commander hear you say that.
No contractions, seakin.
Hmmm.
Clamps are secured. We are ready.
Warm the missiles. I want a barrage off as soon as we clear the dropship
Aff.
Oh...and we are totally getting sushi after this too.
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urwendii · 10 months
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Valarin Word of the Day #07
Ibrīniðilpathānezel & Tulukhedelgorūs = Telperion & Laurelin, the Two Trees
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lacinkaju · 7 months
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I love cheesecakes so much that my favourite syrok, which is basically a mini cheesecake in itself, is cheesecake-flavoured.
I'm talking about this guy
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quietmtntown · 1 year
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wurcuburcu · 7 months
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Siaredzina dy kaniec wieraśnia atrymalisia wielmi fajnymi. Ja zładziła sabie nieabchodny adpačynak, pakatałasia na rowary dy pasprabawała maksymalna abstrahawacca ad nehatyŭnych dumak. Praŭda, pośpiech tolki častkowy, bo niejak unačy ja lažała j mianie dapiakali dumki, što ja nie zasłuhoŭwaju biesturbotnaha žyćcia biez maralnych pakutaŭ dy fizyčnych bolaŭ, wyzwanych biezupynnaju trywohaj. Chaču niedzie z rok pažyć u časawaj piatli z hetych 20-ci dzion.
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catpriciousmarjara · 3 months
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"....and here we have the image of the Terran deity of truth, Eycha-Bomba-ur-Guy, not be confused with the deity Bomb-ur, the god of abundance from the ancient Tolki-eena religion, which predates the Utubar religion entirely. Archeological excavations of the primitive holo-relics of Terra dates the Utubar religion to the two kingdoms period of the Amaz-U-na, and App-le-ple empires, in the Memetiscan era.
As stated before Eycha-Bomba-ur-Guy is a deity of truth and religious texts proclaim that he emerges whenever the principles of truth are violated. The legends we have been able to uncover from the ruins of Terra talks of a well where he is supposed to reside in and that every terran year he appears unexpectedly in order to shame the liars seeking fortune in the Holos of the kingdom of Utuba in a ruthless public sermon.
(Unfortunately we have not been able to uncover physical evidence of the kingdom as of now. Much of the information we have on the Utuba come from the Utuba Com-men-tits, the famous historical document that confirmed the theory that the Utuba people, consisting of the mortal Viu-wah, the priestly Saab-scriba, and godly Cree-atar, recorded history collectively.)
In his endeavor to champion truth Eycha-Bomba-ur-Guy is confronted by many adversaries and we can see how these battles play out in the religious iconography of the period. One of his many opponents is Tomm-y-Tallaar-ico, a rather comical figure who relentlessly takes credit for the achievements of others' and boasts about it throughout Terra. Some scholars believe him to be a fictional figure created to warn children to stay away from lying and boasting, especially because the Utuba Com-men-tits records one of the claims made by the minor deity as his mother being proud of him, which by the very nature of the deity is implied to be a false claim.
(Parental figures and their approval seems to be very important to the Terrans. Scholars have found multiple worshipful holos with terms such as Daddy, Zaddy, Mother, Mommy, and Muscle Mommy as evidence to this theory. Deviant behaviour seems to be referred to as 'Fatherless' behaviour. 'Yo Mamma' statements seem to be considered a damning insult. In addition, the ritualistic chant "Excuse me? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry", which is believed to be the only surviving part of the the lost Litany for Forgiveness, the pair to the Litany against Fear from the Epic of the Dune, validates the theory that Terrans craved parental approval.)
Much more sinister than the Tomm-y-Tallaar-ico is the Jayme-som-Erton, a figure that only talks in the voice of others. A negative deity presiding over plagiarism, Jayme-som-Erton pretends be your ally while making profit off of your work. After Eycha-Bomba-ur-Guy defeated him in a lengthy duel the Utuba Com-men-tits faithfully records that Jayme-som-Erton's own voice can only speak lies and to be wary of the others among the Cree-ator class that use his tricks to prosper in Utuba.
Eycha-Bomba-ur-Guy's legendary victory over Jayme-som-Erton was followed by the complete erasure of the Cree-ator's presence in the Utuba kingdom's religion beyond being used as a cautionary tale. This presents another aspect of Terran religion, called Can-cellat-Ion, a ritualistic deicide of the gods that have wronged them. Undoubtedly this is an evidence of the might of the ancient Terrans. Several pieces of historical evidence from the records known as Twee-et-er (theorized to be named after a blue avian like figure who many believe might be related to the legendary heroes Twee-dle-dee, and Twee-dle-dum) refer to multiple conflicts called the War of the Fans which lead to the Can-cellat-Ion being performed. Ancient Terrans were indeed a fearsome species. (To be noted that some deities do recover while others do not. Criteria for survival unknown.)
In the coming chapters, we'll look into more deities from Terra's various pantheons, such as the eternal enmity between the Goddess Doll-y-Par-tonn and her nemesis Jol-e-Ne. The deity Trish-a-Payt-As, whose children are harbingers for the death of malignant royals is also important to look into. The deity seems to have had hostility towards the Brie-ti-ish royals specifically as legends say they were hit twice by the deity's wrath. Also of particular interest are Ea-Nasir, a deity of trickery and mischief, and ancient literature such as the Gonch-ar-Ov, a lost epic saga whose holo-copy researchers are still trying to uncover today. Both of these are a part of the Tumb-L-Er mystery religion, whose intricate rites and rituals still remain too complex to decode...."
-Excerpt from Chapter 9, "Deities from the Holo", from Scholar Jaarp-r-Saar's The Complexities of Terran Religions.
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polutrope · 7 months
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By the way, do you have the impression that Turgon and Thingoil are characters that I think Tolkien liked and admired much more than most people who write fanfics, that Tolkie really admired them and has better opinions of them than many people in the fandom in relation to fanfic about them.
Hi Anon!
I am probably not the most knowledgeable about fandom-wide opinions because most of the opinions I'm exposed to are from people on my dash that I've chosen to follow, and I read fic by and recommended by that community of people. That being said, I try to branch out and remain open to various interpretations. My experience participating in fandom this way has actually led me to a lot of people and writers with quite nuanced, generally favourable opinions on Turgon and Thingol! It's only from those people that I have heard that this is not necessarily the norm 😔.
Based on what I have heard and occasionally encountered, I do think Tolkien "liked and admired" Turgon and Thingol more than many readers in fandom, but, crucially, I don't think he was approaching them with the same mindset as most of those fans who take an unfavourable, even hostile, view of them.
I'm not an expert on Tolkien the Man, i.e. who he was as a person and how that was brought into his writing, but I do know that he was a scholar and enjoyer of literary traditions that did not follow the conventions of dominant contemporary storytelling. Many of the stories that inspired Tolkien were about legendary, epic heroes who were violent, fallible, selfish, etc... but still heroes -- basically because the genre said so. I didn't study Norse and Anglo-Saxon culture and traditions like Tolkien, but I did study Homeric literature a bit and the stories and heroes of the Silmarillion have always reminded me of those legends and characters (it's why I love it!).
I think it's impossible to reach a conclusive argument about the morality of or a verdict on the actions of e.g., Homer's Achilles or Odysseus. It can be diverting, an interesting mental exercise, creatively fulfilling, but I think the storytelling is ultimately incompatible with that kind of analysis. The characters just are what they are, and if the text says they are Great then they are. That's that.
I believe it's that way with Thingol and Turgon. We are told they are glorious and wise kings but a lot of what they actually do doesn't seem very glorious or wise. (Feanor is like this, too -- big time lol.) I think that's because the genre/traditions the Silm is inspired by do not necessitate that the story back up a character's "quality of excellence." We are just invited to accept it.
My sense is that that is not satisfying to many people (works for me though!). It is interesting to judge characters for their actions. It's what contemporary novels/TV/film/etc invite us to do, and many like doing it (again, not really me, but I'm strange).
(Tolkien's later writings, like LotR and some of the post-LotR writings, do invite this kind of reading, and I think that Tolkien at that stage was taking pains to show as well as tell us that X character was noble/wise/brave/etc. Which brings me to an issue that I think is at the root of so many interpretive disagreements about the published Silmarillion, namely that it's compiled from a selection of drafts written over decades and those drafts are not always compatible with one another in terms of genre and tone. Christopher did his darned best, and anyone who has read through HoMe will appreciate what an impressive job he did, but while he could iron out inconsistencies, without extensive rewriting -- which he was determined not to do -- I think incompatibilities like this were unavoidable. So we get Tinwelint from the 1917-19 Tale of the Nauglafring blended in a soup with Thingol of the 1950s Narn i Hin Hurin and the result makes for a bit of a strange aftertaste. There's even some full-on characterisation whiplash for those who are looking very very closely, as us fans like to do. Turgon is another character whose story is drawn from disparate strands of the Silmarillion's textual history, hmm... maybe something there.)
So, I have been theorising that all this is possibly why there seems to be a disconnect between Tolkien's presentation of characters like Thingol and Turgon and how much of the fandom receives and interprets them. Storyteller and reader are looking at things through incompatible lenses. Which is interesting! I think the problems (and vitriol) arise when people are not recognising that their opinions are filtered through a particular lens.
Probably far more than you were looking for with this Ask, but this issue has been circulating in my mind. I hope it makes some sense. I am trying to articulate half-formed thoughts through the fog of a head cold.
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howl-fantasies · 1 year
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A/N - Because I missed their little text-bickering. 🤯
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WHAT
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Y/N?!
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Is it suppose to be a riddle?
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OF COURSE NOT DUMBASS!
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Just wanted to be sure.
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Well now you are. Then, again, WHAT THE HELL?!
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Sweety, I know I'm super impressive and all, always know things that happened, are happening or are going to happen, but I'm not omniscient. And I'm not Galadriel, since she's an elf and everything. You'll have to be more precise.
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Don't make me start about how it is just impossible for you to be Galadriel or we will never sleep tonight. Or the next. But you've made a good point. You're not intelligent enough to remember every little details of your day. So, let me enlighten you:
WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT THE STORE FIDDLING WITH BABY'S CLOTHES?!
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Thanks you very much TolkiED, I don't have the time to be nerdy with you tonight. Also, my limited brain works fortunately well enough to remember the code of your little bank account in the Gotham Central Bank. Or to find out any new code you would create in the future.
Concerning the clothes, well, what can I say. I bought a few, yeah. So what?
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Stop playing stupid!
You can't have a child with him!
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Wow. Super bold of you to make this statement, knowing Zstalkersz will read it later when he thinks I'm not looking.
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I DON'T CARE! You can't be pregnant Y/N! And you can't be pregnant with HIS child!
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You should be happy, you'll be a terrific gay uncle dear. As well as Oswald of course.
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Don't bring him into this mess!
What happened to you?! Weren't you terrified of the simple idea of pregnancy? Gods! You cried like a river at the GCPD last time when you were late!
Btw how late are you?! You were supposed to bleed last week.
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Dude...
Are you following my cycle? Like, for real?
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Of course I am!
I wanted to be sure to spot any sign in case you would be knocked up! And it failed! What did I miss?!
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Decency, I would say.
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Are you going to keep it?
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Well, it's not really up to me to be honest.
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What? Is he forcing you to keep it?!
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Not really, Victor is pretty indifferent.
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I'm scoffing right now, let me tell you! How is it he doesn't care when he was the co-maker of this upcoming disaster?!
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Oh no. He was not.
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Jim was.
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WHAT?! YOU SLEPT WITH JIMBO?! HOW?! WHEN?! WHY?! AND WHY IS HE STILL ALIVE?!
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GODDAMMIT ANSWER MY CALLS!
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I can't, phones aren't allowed during an echography, dear. Barb will kill me if she catches me texting or worse, chit-chatting with you. I'm not ready to die so soon.
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She knows?! And let you live to text the tale?!
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Why of course. It concerns her directly after all.
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You did it on purpose.
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You were especially vague about everything just to let me think you were the one being pregnant.
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How dare you!
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It was super fun. You were amazing darling, thank you so so much for this very good time.
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I hate you.
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Don't block me so fast. How long do you think it will take to Oswald to piece everything together?
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Wanna play a little prank with me?
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Gosh you're a piece of work woman.
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Sent him a text.
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Keep me updated.
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I'm still mad.
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You'll pay for this one.
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♥️
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You don't need to make me bleed.
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Already have, last week.
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You're disgusting. If not for the prank, I would have block you.
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😘
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killer-orca-cosplay · 10 days
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Most curious.
What is?
How many of your fellow landwalkers seem uninterested in maintaining their original forms.
Comes with sapience, seakin. Free will is a powerful thing.
Aff. But even then, it is surprising to see so many of those walking with us to battle taking forms such as you did.
Not all of them chose these looks. Some were made this way without intention, as you were.
Perhaps. But what of the ones that did choose?
It is not uncommon among warriors. Spheroids especially. Some say it goes as far back as Kincade himself. To pilot a Battlemech is to become something more than the flesh and bones you bear. Its to be two in one. And that opens inner eyes to realities about themselves they would not otherwise have found. Supposedly, that reality is part of why the Star League accepted those not self-designating as "biotypical" with open arms and no judgement.
Revelation, through neurohelmet?
Aff. Thats as good a term for it as any. The machine cares not for who pilots it, quiaff?
Aff. If it did, I do not think it would like me very much.
Neg, seakin. It would dislike me first. No machine would dare deny you command. It would displease the Ghosts of the Blackwatch. Though, in truth, it is I who pilots. You merely operate the weapons.
The machine is still ours.
Aff.
Related, please try to keep the Long Tom on target. I would rather not have my eyes clawed out by an angry falcon.
(Squeaky orca laughter)
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