[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (
fabrecation) wrote2011-02-05 09:56 pm
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011 [Voice]
[Filtered to Guy//Ridiculously hackable Unhackable]
Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...
[Filtered to Ion//So hackable it hurts Unhackable]
Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.
[/Filter]
[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]
What do you think it means to have a soul?
Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...
[Filtered to Ion//
Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.
[/Filter]
[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]
What do you think it means to have a soul?
[Action]
[And that is why Ion stands to leave.]
Well, I... I should probably get going, then. I wouldn't want Anise worrying about where I disappeared off to...
[Action]
[But before Ion can walk out the door:]
Ion. [Luke turns away from the plants to look at Ion - replica to replica, which is the effect he's hoping for. He wants this to get through...]
I think you do have a soul, one of your own. Yours is different from your original's, and all the other replicas. At least... That's what I believe.
[Action]
[While there is a smile on his face, it's insincere. His words, however, are not.]
Thank you, Luke. For believing that...
[..."even if I can't" goes unsaid.]
[And before Luke can respond, he opens the door and lets it swing shut behind him with a soft click.]