Post by cyansky on May 16, 2009 18:07:55 GMT -5
"Alien?"
Syl peeked over Veronica's shoulder to see what she was reading. Morning Glory Pages? Huh. Odd. What could that possibly be about?
In any case, if Veronica's definition of 'boyfriend' was true, then that meant that she wasn't going to become a housewife with eleven kids. Well, that weas nice. Kiel once commented that human mothers were prone to bouts of worrying, crying, depression and irritability. Some of them also wanted to kill themselves.
If being a human mother is that terrifying, thought Syl, I wonder why humans haven't gone extinct yet. Or is it because some people are brave enough to have kids? Hmm. Humans are so perplexing.
"Well, I suppose it would depend on the subject," replied Syl, "there are some that I am knowledgeable in; there are others that I am not. You could say that I have these odd gaps in my memory. I would offer you a logical explanation, but I'm afraid that none are available at the moment."
It stepped away from Veronica to check some of the other books on the shelves.
After a few moments, Syl picked out a random book and flipped through it. From its content, it could tell that it was about some war in another land. Something called World War II. According to the book, it featured strange machines that moved using conveyer belts, human men with guns, consription, poisonous gases and a stern man with a small mustache just below his nose. Syl had never heard of this war, but the pictures were cool... well, some of them. Others were prime examples of what brutality humans were capable of.
"I know too little about this place, asides from its name," said Syl, obviously paying minimal attention to the content of the book it held in its hands, "before I exited the building where room #4 was situated, I saw a poster-thing that said: WELCOME TO ANIMUS. Thus I know its name, but asides from the fact that the majority of the population is mindless, I have little information about it. That's why I came here. Perhaps there may be clues to Animus's history hidden in here."
It glanced at Veronica.
"As for whether this is alien to me, the answer to that is more complicated than you'd expect. If you aren't from here, like me, then we're both technically aliens to the beings that may or may not run this place. As a sea serpent to a desert, we are not native here, thus we are foreign.
"In addition, you did mention that you had little time to dwell on your past, and that your... boyfriend... this... Johnny... had recently recovered some of his memories. This would imply that he had lost at least a good portion of his memories to begin with. Hence, since I have lost my memory concerning my past, you don't dwell on yours and since that your boyfriend lost some or most of his memory, it would further enhance the notion that this place is foreign - a new land, someone else's territory.
"In this case, we start off with a clean slate, knowing tidbits of who we are, what we're capable of and perhaps of our past. We are then sent to explore into the unknown, even if it may be our end, as with those mindless people. In that case, yes, everything in this world is alien to me. I've never been here before. On the other hand, not everything is completely foreign. Why so? Well..."
Syl held up the book it was flipping through.
"I've certainly seen a book before. The only difference here is that these books are strange and more confusing. I've never seen such an odd-looking man that could be capable of killing so many innocent people."
Then, the realization dawned on it. Syl had just given a lecture to a stranger, without letting her reply. The unsteadiness in its voice was still present, but it wasn't as bad as when it had spoken its first words to Veronica.
"Ah! I'm terribly sorry miss Veronica!" said Syl, "have I been too verbose? Please forgive me... I... I hope I haven't bored you..."
Syl peeked over Veronica's shoulder to see what she was reading. Morning Glory Pages? Huh. Odd. What could that possibly be about?
In any case, if Veronica's definition of 'boyfriend' was true, then that meant that she wasn't going to become a housewife with eleven kids. Well, that weas nice. Kiel once commented that human mothers were prone to bouts of worrying, crying, depression and irritability. Some of them also wanted to kill themselves.
If being a human mother is that terrifying, thought Syl, I wonder why humans haven't gone extinct yet. Or is it because some people are brave enough to have kids? Hmm. Humans are so perplexing.
"Well, I suppose it would depend on the subject," replied Syl, "there are some that I am knowledgeable in; there are others that I am not. You could say that I have these odd gaps in my memory. I would offer you a logical explanation, but I'm afraid that none are available at the moment."
It stepped away from Veronica to check some of the other books on the shelves.
After a few moments, Syl picked out a random book and flipped through it. From its content, it could tell that it was about some war in another land. Something called World War II. According to the book, it featured strange machines that moved using conveyer belts, human men with guns, consription, poisonous gases and a stern man with a small mustache just below his nose. Syl had never heard of this war, but the pictures were cool... well, some of them. Others were prime examples of what brutality humans were capable of.
"I know too little about this place, asides from its name," said Syl, obviously paying minimal attention to the content of the book it held in its hands, "before I exited the building where room #4 was situated, I saw a poster-thing that said: WELCOME TO ANIMUS. Thus I know its name, but asides from the fact that the majority of the population is mindless, I have little information about it. That's why I came here. Perhaps there may be clues to Animus's history hidden in here."
It glanced at Veronica.
"As for whether this is alien to me, the answer to that is more complicated than you'd expect. If you aren't from here, like me, then we're both technically aliens to the beings that may or may not run this place. As a sea serpent to a desert, we are not native here, thus we are foreign.
"In addition, you did mention that you had little time to dwell on your past, and that your... boyfriend... this... Johnny... had recently recovered some of his memories. This would imply that he had lost at least a good portion of his memories to begin with. Hence, since I have lost my memory concerning my past, you don't dwell on yours and since that your boyfriend lost some or most of his memory, it would further enhance the notion that this place is foreign - a new land, someone else's territory.
"In this case, we start off with a clean slate, knowing tidbits of who we are, what we're capable of and perhaps of our past. We are then sent to explore into the unknown, even if it may be our end, as with those mindless people. In that case, yes, everything in this world is alien to me. I've never been here before. On the other hand, not everything is completely foreign. Why so? Well..."
Syl held up the book it was flipping through.
"I've certainly seen a book before. The only difference here is that these books are strange and more confusing. I've never seen such an odd-looking man that could be capable of killing so many innocent people."
Then, the realization dawned on it. Syl had just given a lecture to a stranger, without letting her reply. The unsteadiness in its voice was still present, but it wasn't as bad as when it had spoken its first words to Veronica.
"Ah! I'm terribly sorry miss Veronica!" said Syl, "have I been too verbose? Please forgive me... I... I hope I haven't bored you..."