5.0 Truthiness

[no_fastolfe]

I hate you. I hate all of you. Except the ones that I don't but I'm afraid if I like them too much they'll abandon me. Even one of my own robots abandoned me and I loved him very much and he's dead. He wouldn't have died if he'd stayed with me and I think he must not have loved me. I was so sure he did.

Every day you show little pieces of your lives and I see how much you are individuals who seek to make the most out of your short lifespan and it terrifies me that there are billions of you on Earth and settling the galaxy because so long as you are insects you could never overrun the Spacer worlds but if you are people then your voices will drown us out and I will not have lived for anything.

I am so afraid of dying now and I hate that the last thing I know before my death will be fear and pain and I hate that there is nothing all Spacer advancement can do about it and I hate all of you.



[OOC: Vasilia is so affected. Not being able to lie to herself is being very damaging. On the other hand, for the first time since she was a weetiny thing she will completely trust people... whether that's good or not.]

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[Logicventures]

[no_fastolfe]

After a long nap and several analgeic tablets, and with a slightly less ringing head, Vasilia padded cautiously out of her room and into the common area.

"Hello, Rinzler. Did you find anything to help rebalance yourself? I have been very worried, your data output was compromised and you must have been in severe distress."

[Logicventures]

[ifightfor]

The Program had found the book Vasilia mentioned in her last text in the library; it had served, if not as an immediate anodyne to his confusion and disorientation, at least a good distraction.

He'd also had some time to think, though, and regathering himself had helped immensely.

Raising his head from studying the book of logic puzzles, Rinzler nodded politely to Vasilia in response--then rose from where he was seated, indicating a nearby chair. Would she join him?

Re: [Logicventures]

[no_fastolfe]

She smiled at him-- an acceptance as non-verbal as the invitation-- and sat down with a a certain sleepiness to her movements still. But she did not slouch; she sat upright, with a faint rueful smile on her lips. A very short lesson in both the joys and the pains of alcohol, an illustration in the space of a few hours.

The sound of the continuous growling whirr that accompanied the program wherever he went was a soothing one.

"Have you come to any conclusions?" she asked quietly, and then added teasingly: "Besides which of William's daughters has red hair and how many steps it will take to move the Tower of Babylon?"