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[Four isn't sure why, but the longer he spends away from home, the harder it is to sleep. Memories of his family, both dead and alive, haunt him until sleeping becomes a near impossibility. He misses them all, though in some weird way he misses the Scientists the most. What would he think of Four's adventures here in a strange world?]
Have you ever missed someone so much that it hurts inside when you think of them? What if this person was someone you have only met once, yet is more a part of you than anyone can hope to be? My home is a sad place, and my family is sad too, but I miss them a lot. I am not used to being alone.
Love and loss are a part of humanity I suppose.
My purpose is to catalogue and eventually understand humanity, and I feel as if the more loss I feel, the closer I come to it, as strange as that is. I am a long way from understanding it however.... so I ask:
What is humanity to you?
What does it mean to love and lose someone?
What is it like to hate?
[Four makes sure not to specify anything in his questions, he wants to see what his answers are.]
Have you ever missed someone so much that it hurts inside when you think of them? What if this person was someone you have only met once, yet is more a part of you than anyone can hope to be? My home is a sad place, and my family is sad too, but I miss them a lot. I am not used to being alone.
Love and loss are a part of humanity I suppose.
My purpose is to catalogue and eventually understand humanity, and I feel as if the more loss I feel, the closer I come to it, as strange as that is. I am a long way from understanding it however.... so I ask:
What is humanity to you?
What does it mean to love and lose someone?
What is it like to hate?
[Four makes sure not to specify anything in his questions, he wants to see what his answers are.]
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That was beautiful.
One of humanity's problems is that it fights too often. It sometimes loses sight of what is important, and in the process it destroys itself.
Would you consider
Humanity worth saving and remembering?
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maybe they wouldnt be dying slowly trapped in a glass cage
of course i would
id die to set them free
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Oh, so you are a hero.
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to use kind of a lame metaphor
kinda hate that actually its cliche
but p accurate
long time ago -- before i was born -- this dude took over our city. did it with a smile and charm, said he'd make everything safe and perfect and clean
and yeah he did that
but he also madei t sterile and dead inside
he replaced all the labor with robots saying that hed make life easy
and it was easy
but iwthout work to do what the hell was the point?
people just sat around and draink themselves to death and watched the dudes propaganda shows and didnt do anything at all
now youd think we coulda maybe turned ourselves to art or improving ourselves or medicine but he outlawed all that shit
said it was work and hed take care of all fo it
and then when people disagreed they just vanished
or like for instance, this is what i was told is that before wily came -- thats the dudes name
there was crime in our city and that was terrible
lowlifes who stole shit or even killed
but wilys solution was just to make em all disappear
and i asked "well where did they go? did wily make them better"
and everyone shushed me and were like no they just went away
and later i figured out that he'd just killed 'em all
starting with the murderers and gangsters, teh real bad ones
but then he moved up to shit like
petty thieves
graffiti artists
fucking jaywalkers eventually
theyd just vanish in the night
so yeah my dad vanished when i was just ten, never knew hwy exactly
but i think it was because he had a motorcycel and one day he actually dared take ito ut
instead ot taking public transit
and the idea of actually owning your own car, hell no, wily couldnst stand for that
and mom she just went crazy after he left and toldm e never go out, never speak out, but man, she had too much fire in her
so she told me stories of the odl world and one day they found out and she vanished too
so
the whole city where im from lives in fear like that
on the surface everythings bright and clean andt aken care of
but the second you express yourself, the seocnd you say anything against the regime or try to be someone unique
different
youre gone
so nobody talks theyr eall too afraid
i talked
becaues fuck them
they coudl be so much more if they just got over their fear god damn it it ss
so frustrating
anyway nah i thought iw as a hero butr when i think about it i dont think i succeeded at all
not in waking those pepoe up
not in saving that city from wily
i should bedead really
im not a hearo
im just a man who knows hes free
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He wants so badly to understand.]
In a way your world sounds just as dead as mine is. In fact, in a way it sounds even worse. I think that living without living is just as bad as being dead.
That knowledge that your free is worth something. Maybe with some time you can convince other people that they're free too. I have ready many stories about how one person change change everything, so you never know.
I'm really sorry for your world.
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its like a living death
people smile at you and they walk down the street but there's nothing really there
[He can't tell the kid (?) that he's basically dead, that he failed, and that he knows now: one man can't save them]
maybe
you never know
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Maybe if you don't give up
you can change things too.