She acts according to how any normal stress-filled organic being would. The death of her friend was truly unfortunately. Of course she has no idea of what would actually happen if I attempted to heal him. It was a very favorable chance to test her moral abilities.
Neither of her allies, DmE-6, or DmE-8, grew mentally enough to develop distinctive stable moralities. I expect DmE-6 will become consumed by his mental-personal state, having the same eventual result as our late DmE-1. Still though, he IS salvageable.
I was hoping that DmE-3 would have shown his development in the face of death. Instead he chose the way of the Pacifist . The depth is th- was there, but mental barriers seemed to be keeping him from allowing his full spectrum of core and personality to bloom. He was one out of many. This was almost a loss, but in the end it did reveal to us one success in DfE-2.
DfE-1 was so unbearably fragile in the same way that that DmE-4 was. Their heart-rates sky-rocketing, breathing becoming almost comparable to that of a quickly-sounded purr, except for they were not enjoying themselves. DfE-1 was almost stable after the first three days, but her mind could not process everything, especially when it came to lack of activity. The adult mind wants to know that they are in control. They cannot bother with things like “imagination”, they constantly worry about the next problem they must solve instead of how exciting solving it may be. That is why a child was called for.
DfE-2 DID show high amounts of stress, worry, and sorrow, but it was not only much more appropriate than when the others had, but her emotional spectrum was not as limited. She enjoyed being curious, happy, playful, and had a definite moral stance, while the others would simply collapse and begin dying, she would actually make decisions.
And now she will be alone. I could attempt to repeat the process I suppose, but she already has implanted her emotional attachments onto DmE-6, 3, and 8. Anything new would most-likely be ignored. I have decided that she is ready to go out into the world, and I have chosen a specific Mobius for her to grow up in. She will arrive in an orphanage naturally, and I will be observing her activity daily.
She found a name for herself. She now calls herself “Paige”, after a parable book she found. I will allow her to keep the book for now. The expression she gave when I approached her was simply heart-breaking, her eyes nearly bloodshot with how long she had been crying, to say nothing of the tear-stains themselves. Of course I expressed no emotion to her. There has been enough of that.
She was quite hostile, blaming me for not saving her “Mickey” friend, and asking over and over why I did not save him. I simply told her that there was nothing I could do to save him. Had I done so he would not have been the same person, and she would have become even more upset. I can’t have my main success break down again.
Upon hearing this news she was less vocal. She required someone who could sympathize with her, or comfort her at the very least. “Chowder” is currently being detained, as he was becoming increasingly hostile. He will be shipped away, sold to some other area; the Glatorian may be able to use him in their “Holy-Crusades”.
She said that she wanted to be able to tell Mickey that she had a name now. It is understandable that she would want him to know. She wanted to see Chowder afterwards but he was in no mental state for visiting.
She has stopped crying now and has decided to eat some more. I informed her of her options. I see no reason to not give her preference over her future. It will not affect me so I may as well make it easier for her. She said that she wished she could forget. I am tempted to grant her that wish. Perhaps she will need some removals of certain memories. She does not require memories of the video game, but it could aid her in future endeavors regarding her new home’s media.
The murders, the kills; those I could take away. She will be most unsuitable if all she does is mope about the death she has seen. I will change that.
Mevrik has created an extremely unpredictable chain of events with his creation. One can only hope that others do not discover the ritual for creating another. Still, his mistake has led to many beneficial breakthroughs.
She looked hilariously confused by these doors. And now there she is, sitting at the table, silent and still.
“What?”
“I have come to offer you something. You do not enjoy remembering all of these events, do you?”
“… N-no…”
“I can have you forget some of them.”
“But… I don’t want to forget about… th-them… about Mickey or-“
“You will still remember the people you’ve met, but you won’t remember any of the death.”
She is hesitant to answer of course. It is only natural. Of course she will never fully forget these things. They will come back to her one day, but at that point she will have hopefully matured mentally.
“I… don’t think I can live remembering everything.”
“Do you trust me with your well-being?”
Once again she is hesitant to answer. The fact alone that she eventually asks me “Did you try to save him?” is more consideration than most would give. Now as for the answer I would give her I must give thought to this. If I simply lie to her it will be done, but I must have absolute loyalty, and structure to that loyalty, given the opportunity for her to return to my presence, and possibly employment.
Since I cannot lie I will speak a half-truth. “I realized that I could not save him regardless. Still, the life you took was useless. The creature was doing nothing productive.”
“But… Shamus… he…”
“Shamus took his own life. In truth I did not expect you to kill him. It was a test, and you passed it.”
“I… h-how? You wanted me to kill him didn’t you?”
“No, I wanted you to make your own decisions under pressure, and you did. Preserving life for future use is much more beneficial than simply killing something. His death was unfortunate but it was not your burden to bear. Do you feel responsible for his death?”
“I… I feel… sad. I wish I had done something.”
“You could have done nothing. You did not have the knowledge needed to save him, and you did not have access to the possibility of achieving said knowledge. Your sadness is appropriate but you must learn to move forward from it. When a moment of depression emerges, it is not within the possibility of any being with a soul to not feel it, though some choose to mask it. But to allow it to take control of you only leads to ruin. In this case, Shamus would most-likely have wanted you to live on learning from his book, spreading kindness and joy. You cannot do so if you sulk.”
“… I have an idea of what that word means… W-w-what will happen… h-happen to Chowder?”
“He has become too violent to stay here. His mind will go mad if cooped up. He will be transferred like you, but I doubt that your paths will ever cross in the future.”
“… I will be alone again…”
“At first. Over time you will meet people, and you will become allies with them once again, perhaps finding someone your age to embrace in romance.”
“Rom… romanc-ce? Embrace?”
“Love, Paige. When you find someone that fills your mind with wantings, desires to be with them, hold them, and feel worried for them constantly, to find someone that you are drawn to in a way that a bond of marriage would, take control of that moment. You will not experience it for a time, and you will have no idea how to until it happens. I am not aware of if you have this ability, so we shall see if it is indeed possible for you. Do not waste your chance if it does become possible. Do not let it slip away.”
“How do you know about it? Did you feel it once?”
“… No, not romantic love.”
“A different kind then?”
“One that comes from the protective nature for one’s sibling, in my case a younger sibling. They have been dead for thousands of years.”
“… Is that all I need to know?”
“For the time-being, yes. Are you ready for the death-memories to leave you?”
“… Yes.”
“Good.” She is of course asleep during the process. She groans occasionally but the process never reaches a critical moment. I choose to have her memories of myself distorted, my appearance, her memories of our encounters, but I leave the advice given, and the name she knows me as. That is sufficient I think.
She requests to see her “Chowder” friend before departure. DmE-6 is not violent around her thankfully. They actually hug, both crying, and both sad to see the other leave. Formalities continue until DmE-6 is taken.
Soon Paige’s own shuttle is ready and she steps in silently. She has a silver and pink flower atop her head, no doubt given by “Chowder”. For now her mind is filled with merely simple thoughts and vast curiosity. In time they will become much more complex.
“What was the point of this experiment?”
“Well, my Dearest, I was originally recreating the events of Mobian-Evolution, but after success in that regard I moved on to further experimentation with Slender-Venom. This is the result.”
“And did you mean your words then; ‘not romantic love’?”
“I left that at an impasse for you to decide if that is the direction of which you would like this to navigate. Is that what you would like to pursue.”
“… I would.”
“Then the answer is clear.”
“Does she remind y-“
“No. I know you would think she would, but they are very much different. Oh I may have fondness towards the young female, but she is nothing like the girl I knew all those years ago.”
“No… I suppose not. She is your daughter in a sort then, yes?”
“Indeed. I cannot, and see no reason to, mask that I do like the sound of having a sort of offspring that does not despise my being. Speaking of which, we have yet to repair the influence over our dear leopards.”
“Then that is our next objective.”
Fly. Fly away, Paige. Live in a life that has no connection to ours. Live in a place where anything abnormal or supernatural is not the result of Servers, or a Council, Chaos Energy, Slender Venom, or the like. Seek none of those things. It is a better life to live without them.
The moral of our story can be interpreted as many things. In some it can be that at times you must do what is necessary. Others suggest that we cannot blame ourselves for what we do not understand, or the consequences we are not aware of in the naiveté of our actions. Further suggest that the moral is that of influence, and the responsibility one has when influencing another.
What you take from this series is your own lesson, and it will reflect on the morals you have decided to follow. For Mickey, it was protection, and having the compassion to aid others whenever possible. For Chowder, it was the acknowledgement of evil, knowing who the enemy is, and deciding to put those you care about over the people you dislike. For Shamus, it was about sacrificing one’s self at any time if it meant saving another, and influencing someone in the best possible way. For Paige, it was about choice, learning the difference between right and wrong, and listening to one’s conscience instead of following one’s heart, their emotions.
For the man called “Melvin Crow”…
…We may neverknow.
Neither of her allies, DmE-6, or DmE-8, grew mentally enough to develop distinctive stable moralities. I expect DmE-6 will become consumed by his mental-personal state, having the same eventual result as our late DmE-1. Still though, he IS salvageable.
I was hoping that DmE-3 would have shown his development in the face of death. Instead he chose the way of the Pacifist . The depth is th- was there, but mental barriers seemed to be keeping him from allowing his full spectrum of core and personality to bloom. He was one out of many. This was almost a loss, but in the end it did reveal to us one success in DfE-2.
DfE-1 was so unbearably fragile in the same way that that DmE-4 was. Their heart-rates sky-rocketing, breathing becoming almost comparable to that of a quickly-sounded purr, except for they were not enjoying themselves. DfE-1 was almost stable after the first three days, but her mind could not process everything, especially when it came to lack of activity. The adult mind wants to know that they are in control. They cannot bother with things like “imagination”, they constantly worry about the next problem they must solve instead of how exciting solving it may be. That is why a child was called for.
DfE-2 DID show high amounts of stress, worry, and sorrow, but it was not only much more appropriate than when the others had, but her emotional spectrum was not as limited. She enjoyed being curious, happy, playful, and had a definite moral stance, while the others would simply collapse and begin dying, she would actually make decisions.
And now she will be alone. I could attempt to repeat the process I suppose, but she already has implanted her emotional attachments onto DmE-6, 3, and 8. Anything new would most-likely be ignored. I have decided that she is ready to go out into the world, and I have chosen a specific Mobius for her to grow up in. She will arrive in an orphanage naturally, and I will be observing her activity daily.
She found a name for herself. She now calls herself “Paige”, after a parable book she found. I will allow her to keep the book for now. The expression she gave when I approached her was simply heart-breaking, her eyes nearly bloodshot with how long she had been crying, to say nothing of the tear-stains themselves. Of course I expressed no emotion to her. There has been enough of that.
She was quite hostile, blaming me for not saving her “Mickey” friend, and asking over and over why I did not save him. I simply told her that there was nothing I could do to save him. Had I done so he would not have been the same person, and she would have become even more upset. I can’t have my main success break down again.
Upon hearing this news she was less vocal. She required someone who could sympathize with her, or comfort her at the very least. “Chowder” is currently being detained, as he was becoming increasingly hostile. He will be shipped away, sold to some other area; the Glatorian may be able to use him in their “Holy-Crusades”.
She said that she wanted to be able to tell Mickey that she had a name now. It is understandable that she would want him to know. She wanted to see Chowder afterwards but he was in no mental state for visiting.
She has stopped crying now and has decided to eat some more. I informed her of her options. I see no reason to not give her preference over her future. It will not affect me so I may as well make it easier for her. She said that she wished she could forget. I am tempted to grant her that wish. Perhaps she will need some removals of certain memories. She does not require memories of the video game, but it could aid her in future endeavors regarding her new home’s media.
The murders, the kills; those I could take away. She will be most unsuitable if all she does is mope about the death she has seen. I will change that.
Mevrik has created an extremely unpredictable chain of events with his creation. One can only hope that others do not discover the ritual for creating another. Still, his mistake has led to many beneficial breakthroughs.
She looked hilariously confused by these doors. And now there she is, sitting at the table, silent and still.
“What?”
“I have come to offer you something. You do not enjoy remembering all of these events, do you?”
“… N-no…”
“I can have you forget some of them.”
“But… I don’t want to forget about… th-them… about Mickey or-“
“You will still remember the people you’ve met, but you won’t remember any of the death.”
She is hesitant to answer of course. It is only natural. Of course she will never fully forget these things. They will come back to her one day, but at that point she will have hopefully matured mentally.
“I… don’t think I can live remembering everything.”
“Do you trust me with your well-being?”
Once again she is hesitant to answer. The fact alone that she eventually asks me “Did you try to save him?” is more consideration than most would give. Now as for the answer I would give her I must give thought to this. If I simply lie to her it will be done, but I must have absolute loyalty, and structure to that loyalty, given the opportunity for her to return to my presence, and possibly employment.
Since I cannot lie I will speak a half-truth. “I realized that I could not save him regardless. Still, the life you took was useless. The creature was doing nothing productive.”
“But… Shamus… he…”
“Shamus took his own life. In truth I did not expect you to kill him. It was a test, and you passed it.”
“I… h-how? You wanted me to kill him didn’t you?”
“No, I wanted you to make your own decisions under pressure, and you did. Preserving life for future use is much more beneficial than simply killing something. His death was unfortunate but it was not your burden to bear. Do you feel responsible for his death?”
“I… I feel… sad. I wish I had done something.”
“You could have done nothing. You did not have the knowledge needed to save him, and you did not have access to the possibility of achieving said knowledge. Your sadness is appropriate but you must learn to move forward from it. When a moment of depression emerges, it is not within the possibility of any being with a soul to not feel it, though some choose to mask it. But to allow it to take control of you only leads to ruin. In this case, Shamus would most-likely have wanted you to live on learning from his book, spreading kindness and joy. You cannot do so if you sulk.”
“… I have an idea of what that word means… W-w-what will happen… h-happen to Chowder?”
“He has become too violent to stay here. His mind will go mad if cooped up. He will be transferred like you, but I doubt that your paths will ever cross in the future.”
“… I will be alone again…”
“At first. Over time you will meet people, and you will become allies with them once again, perhaps finding someone your age to embrace in romance.”
“Rom… romanc-ce? Embrace?”
“Love, Paige. When you find someone that fills your mind with wantings, desires to be with them, hold them, and feel worried for them constantly, to find someone that you are drawn to in a way that a bond of marriage would, take control of that moment. You will not experience it for a time, and you will have no idea how to until it happens. I am not aware of if you have this ability, so we shall see if it is indeed possible for you. Do not waste your chance if it does become possible. Do not let it slip away.”
“How do you know about it? Did you feel it once?”
“… No, not romantic love.”
“A different kind then?”
“One that comes from the protective nature for one’s sibling, in my case a younger sibling. They have been dead for thousands of years.”
“… Is that all I need to know?”
“For the time-being, yes. Are you ready for the death-memories to leave you?”
“… Yes.”
“Good.” She is of course asleep during the process. She groans occasionally but the process never reaches a critical moment. I choose to have her memories of myself distorted, my appearance, her memories of our encounters, but I leave the advice given, and the name she knows me as. That is sufficient I think.
She requests to see her “Chowder” friend before departure. DmE-6 is not violent around her thankfully. They actually hug, both crying, and both sad to see the other leave. Formalities continue until DmE-6 is taken.
Soon Paige’s own shuttle is ready and she steps in silently. She has a silver and pink flower atop her head, no doubt given by “Chowder”. For now her mind is filled with merely simple thoughts and vast curiosity. In time they will become much more complex.
“What was the point of this experiment?”
“Well, my Dearest, I was originally recreating the events of Mobian-Evolution, but after success in that regard I moved on to further experimentation with Slender-Venom. This is the result.”
“And did you mean your words then; ‘not romantic love’?”
“I left that at an impasse for you to decide if that is the direction of which you would like this to navigate. Is that what you would like to pursue.”
“… I would.”
“Then the answer is clear.”
“Does she remind y-“
“No. I know you would think she would, but they are very much different. Oh I may have fondness towards the young female, but she is nothing like the girl I knew all those years ago.”
“No… I suppose not. She is your daughter in a sort then, yes?”
“Indeed. I cannot, and see no reason to, mask that I do like the sound of having a sort of offspring that does not despise my being. Speaking of which, we have yet to repair the influence over our dear leopards.”
“Then that is our next objective.”
Fly. Fly away, Paige. Live in a life that has no connection to ours. Live in a place where anything abnormal or supernatural is not the result of Servers, or a Council, Chaos Energy, Slender Venom, or the like. Seek none of those things. It is a better life to live without them.
The moral of our story can be interpreted as many things. In some it can be that at times you must do what is necessary. Others suggest that we cannot blame ourselves for what we do not understand, or the consequences we are not aware of in the naiveté of our actions. Further suggest that the moral is that of influence, and the responsibility one has when influencing another.
What you take from this series is your own lesson, and it will reflect on the morals you have decided to follow. For Mickey, it was protection, and having the compassion to aid others whenever possible. For Chowder, it was the acknowledgement of evil, knowing who the enemy is, and deciding to put those you care about over the people you dislike. For Shamus, it was about sacrificing one’s self at any time if it meant saving another, and influencing someone in the best possible way. For Paige, it was about choice, learning the difference between right and wrong, and listening to one’s conscience instead of following one’s heart, their emotions.
For the man called “Melvin Crow”…
…We may neverknow.
Gizbin:
I am the one who rules,
I seem to think nothing is stronger than me.
But there is one thing what is even more powerful,
That is the one word named: ℓσνє
Ribbon:
I may of broken a heart,
and I knew this from the start.
But I could never of broken the arrow what struck through mine.
Albion:
Why is my life as a sheriff?
Why do I waist my time in this job?
Why would I even write a poem about it?
And even worse! Why am I a snob?!
Flame:
MY BROTHER IS NOTHING BUT A IDIOT. (lol)
I am the one who rules,
I seem to think nothing is stronger than me.
But there is one thing what is even more powerful,
That is the one word named: ℓσνє
Ribbon:
I may of broken a heart,
and I knew this from the start.
But I could never of broken the arrow what struck through mine.
Albion:
Why is my life as a sheriff?
Why do I waist my time in this job?
Why would I even write a poem about it?
And even worse! Why am I a snob?!
Flame:
MY BROTHER IS NOTHING BUT A IDIOT. (lol)
Jojo
"You're misson is to recover the chaos emeralds." "ok" Ruby runs off heading towards Eggman's base."who's that" ruby thinks. As a Blue hedgehog races by. "It don't matter" As ruby sneaks into one of the vents. Crawling until the she sees the glow of the red chaos emerald. "It's like taking candy form a baby" ruby jumps out of the vent and takes the chaos emerald. As she gets ready to leave a two tailed fox walks in. "huh, who are you" "I'm ruby, don't bother me" she jumps into the vent before tails can get her. "Get back here ruby" Ruby escapes Eggman's base and run torwds the spy HQ. "so you say a red hedgehog took the chaos emerald" says sonic "yes, she escaped before I could get her" says tails angerliy "let go after her,sonic" says cream "I'm back" "Good job, angent ruby"says Emma the HQ leader "I have a question, who's the yellow two tailed fox" ruby demands "tails the fox he travels with sonic the hedgehog" "tell me more"
