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genessia2017-08-23 12:24 am
guitar_hero) wrote in genessia2017-08-23 12:24 am
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[he is in another office. A much smaller one, with a much lower quality desk. In fact everything seems to speak out of it being: 'the new guy's' space, from the ancient carpet to the wood grain paneling that resembles more plastic than wood. At least he's got a spinny chair which he is sitting on, legs crossed at the ankle, propped up on the flimsy desk and slowly rotating back and forth as he plays with a pen]
You know I've never much been one for the rhythms of every day life. Get up, get dressed, go to school, go home, get your splines reticulated, go to bed. Much prefer to be out there [points at the ceiling with the pen] Doing... something. Doing whatever.
Odd what you can get used to. Even tedium.
That being said, hey! [he grins and claps his hands, rubbing them together.] Almost time for school again! That's one thing to look forward to, isn't it? Acquisition of knowledge. Doodling in notebooks. Skiving off to go snog behind the phys ed building. Used to do that all the time when I was in school. Couldn't keep me pinned down. Even if there wasn't any one to snog. Sometimes I made it up.
But, with any luck I'll be on the other side of the desk, stuffing willing and not so willing brains full of facts until they fill numb with it. For instance, everyone knows that a pulsar is a collapsed neutron star that underwent a supernova,and it emits bursts of radiation. But every now and again, in a quintillion to one chance... that's a 1 and eighteen zeros, that a quantum pulsar will be formed from the heart of that star-- and what you will get as it pulses and dies, slowly crushed by the weight of its own gravity, are flashes of time. The past. The future. The present. All rippling outward, unseen and unheard and unknown except by the lucky few who happen to be there at the right place.
Mind you they can't be there for very long...not if they want to live.
But just knowing something like that is out there, knowing that something like that can even exist-- makes the universe stunning, doesn't it? So much to see and do and explore...
[he trails off, looking at his pen which he's holding between two fingers, as if it's absorbed his attention, murmuring to himself]
But here we are, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, smaller than most, wrapped up in petty concerns, money, work, romance, where we're going to live the next however long we're here because time is running out when no-- time doesn't work like that. It just... exists... and we move through it. And if we're very clever we can find a way to use it well.
Which you can. [he sits upright again] With any luck. Attleton University. My class. Three days a week and twice on Thursdays. Auditing is available. See you there.
[swings away, swings back]
Oh and I'm coming back in about three hours. But not for long.
And if you don't get it, don't worry. That part of the message is not for you.
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You know I've never much been one for the rhythms of every day life. Get up, get dressed, go to school, go home, get your splines reticulated, go to bed. Much prefer to be out there [points at the ceiling with the pen] Doing... something. Doing whatever.
Odd what you can get used to. Even tedium.
That being said, hey! [he grins and claps his hands, rubbing them together.] Almost time for school again! That's one thing to look forward to, isn't it? Acquisition of knowledge. Doodling in notebooks. Skiving off to go snog behind the phys ed building. Used to do that all the time when I was in school. Couldn't keep me pinned down. Even if there wasn't any one to snog. Sometimes I made it up.
But, with any luck I'll be on the other side of the desk, stuffing willing and not so willing brains full of facts until they fill numb with it. For instance, everyone knows that a pulsar is a collapsed neutron star that underwent a supernova,and it emits bursts of radiation. But every now and again, in a quintillion to one chance... that's a 1 and eighteen zeros, that a quantum pulsar will be formed from the heart of that star-- and what you will get as it pulses and dies, slowly crushed by the weight of its own gravity, are flashes of time. The past. The future. The present. All rippling outward, unseen and unheard and unknown except by the lucky few who happen to be there at the right place.
Mind you they can't be there for very long...not if they want to live.
But just knowing something like that is out there, knowing that something like that can even exist-- makes the universe stunning, doesn't it? So much to see and do and explore...
[he trails off, looking at his pen which he's holding between two fingers, as if it's absorbed his attention, murmuring to himself]
But here we are, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, smaller than most, wrapped up in petty concerns, money, work, romance, where we're going to live the next however long we're here because time is running out when no-- time doesn't work like that. It just... exists... and we move through it. And if we're very clever we can find a way to use it well.
Which you can. [he sits upright again] With any luck. Attleton University. My class. Three days a week and twice on Thursdays. Auditing is available. See you there.
[swings away, swings back]
Oh and I'm coming back in about three hours. But not for long.
And if you don't get it, don't worry. That part of the message is not for you.
[end feed]
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Try a little xray. Your choice what you look at. [but he wasn't going to direct her so he wouldn't get in trouble if she saw something she'd really rather not]
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Well? What do you see?
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His voice is a bit muffled as he says:]
Well done. Look at something else.
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And she totally wasn't telling him she saw his skeleton, as she pointed and thought X-ray.
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She adjusted her own glasses and shrugged. "Near as I can tell, fine. But then I seem to be the only one in this place that she doesn't talk to when she's not in Idirs."
Bit irritated about that, actually.