017 ☣ Infirmary post + some housekeeping things

[fridgetothefire]

[Backdated to Tuesday]

[She's been in the infirmary since late Sunday night, but she spent most of Monday sleeping. She looks a little pale, propped against pillows, hooked up to an IV, but she seems comfortable enough.]

Hello, barge.

I am so bored. Worse, I can't read without getting a headache right now. So.

[She holds up an infirmary clipboard, the paperwork turned over so she could draw neat, careful charts on the back.]

Come in, sign up for a half-hour time slot and book. Books are sorted by genre and how many hours I estimate it will take to finish them. If you read to me, I'll bake you something nice later.

[OOC: feel free to ignore the regimented tyranny of storytime and talk to her about whatever, either on the network or via spam.]


[Private spam for Ben, before the attacks.]

[She knocks on his door, a cold, shaken look on her face.]

Comments

[fridgetothefire]

For that flood, at least, the memories were internally consistent. It was a perfectly sound set of if-then conditions. I examine my experiences closely; whoever wanted me to suffer would be better served showing me something true, and therefore more difficult to dismiss.

More importantly - I can properly process it. There's a medium between shut-off and purely impulsive emotion-driven reactions. I can set my emotions aside and think around and about them without banishing them entirely.

But even if I couldn't, you know, gargbage in, garbarge out. Perfect processing with bad dad produces nonsense. Flawed processing with good data will probably get you a decent estimate.

[theantiaya]

Consistent...but false. They cannot be trusted, no matter how strong the truth of illusion may have been.

[Not budging on that belief.]

I do not strive for 'decent'. I strive for 100% functionality. And my data is more than adequate for the deductions and reasoning I have made, because it is Real. It happened. I experienced it first-hand, not under the pretense of another's whims.

[fridgetothefire]

What do you want?

[It's not an angry question, or a dismissive one. It's entirely genuine.]

[theantiaya]

To end all Pain in the Universe.

[That's the short version, and her original intent.]

[fridgetothefire]

[It's not at all an answer she expected, and she knows enough of fanaticism that it scares her, right down to her core, though she manages to hide it after a moment. She takes a little longer before she replies, mulling over it.]

What about people who want to keep their pain?

[theantiaya]

No rational being would ever desire to retain such a sensation. It interferes far too much with the survival process.

[fridgetothefire]

Most beings aren't entirely rational according to your definition of rational, and none of them share your exact starting axioms. You don't have the right to make that decision for them.

[theantiaya]

Of course I do.

My opinions are unbiased and unswayed by emotion.

[fridgetothefire]

Your opinions are irrelevant. People have the right to make their own decisions about their...their own being and identity and experience, for their own reasons.