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caughtinanetwork2012-06-26 11:46 am
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It Could Be Worse – 01
I've been laying low since I arrived here, watching you people on the network, learning what I could about this place. I've watched the bubble go crazy with a body swapping curse, watched friends, acquaintances, lovers, enemies find each other after being torn to this new reality. I've watched ad-hoc cross-dimensional families discuss their plans for the evening. I've watched trolls hate flirting, magicians planning, and self described geniuses trapped in some sort of Moriarty and Holmes like mental cat and mouse. Mostly I've watched people go about their lives, their relationships, their hobbies. Very few of you seem to be at all concerned with what this place is, or how it works. So many of you are focused on the here and now. I've learned what I can from passive observation, I think. I have decided it's time to start writing again. It's time for me to do my job and get out there, back on the streets.
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I am a journalist. I write articles for a living. I write about the things that make us, society as a whole, great. I write about the things that make us pathetic and disgusting and worthless.
I write about The Truth.
One month ago, I was born again.
Not in a religious sense, fuck no. I landed in a strange world, wet, cold and naked. Nothing from the place I came from mattered beyond how it shaped me to enter this one.
The mammals out there in the audience know what I'm talking about.
So here I am, taken from my home in The City, and dropped here in the land where nothing matters. None of the rather serious shit I was dealing with back home has any affect here. None of the banal bullshit going on here will ever have an effect when I go home.
A brand new life.
And what a new life this is! Every need provided for! No hunger, no homelessness, and with a touch of the coral, no disease. We are told that we are effectively immortal here, that we will be brought back less than a week after our death! Is this not liberating? With all worldly needs taken care of, with even death a fear of the past, who can deny the fact that we are free to spend out lives in pursuit of whatever art or entertainment we could want? What an astounding new freedom to live a life solely dedicated to what you want to do without need to work mindlessly to afford menial, petty, mortal things.
"If you are not paying for it, you're not the customer; you're the product being sold." Sure. This seems like freedom, like paradise. Quite the gilded cage we're in.
Just what will happen if any of you produce offspring in this world-disconnected? What happens to a pregnant woman who gets sent back home on the capricious whim of some scientist, or the coral, or whatever fucking forces are out there controlling all of this?
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I am a journalist. I write articles for a living. I write about the things that make us, society as a whole, great. I write about the things that make us pathetic and disgusting and worthless.
I write about The Truth.
One month ago, I was born again.
Not in a religious sense, fuck no. I landed in a strange world, wet, cold and naked. Nothing from the place I came from mattered beyond how it shaped me to enter this one.
The mammals out there in the audience know what I'm talking about.
So here I am, taken from my home in The City, and dropped here in the land where nothing matters. None of the rather serious shit I was dealing with back home has any affect here. None of the banal bullshit going on here will ever have an effect when I go home.
A brand new life.
And what a new life this is! Every need provided for! No hunger, no homelessness, and with a touch of the coral, no disease. We are told that we are effectively immortal here, that we will be brought back less than a week after our death! Is this not liberating? With all worldly needs taken care of, with even death a fear of the past, who can deny the fact that we are free to spend out lives in pursuit of whatever art or entertainment we could want? What an astounding new freedom to live a life solely dedicated to what you want to do without need to work mindlessly to afford menial, petty, mortal things.
"If you are not paying for it, you're not the customer; you're the product being sold." Sure. This seems like freedom, like paradise. Quite the gilded cage we're in.
Just what will happen if any of you produce offspring in this world-disconnected? What happens to a pregnant woman who gets sent back home on the capricious whim of some scientist, or the coral, or whatever fucking forces are out there controlling all of this?
no subject
That is precisely what I seek. I cannot say I've met anyone else pursuing the same goal, though...
That moment when both my characters have some level of attraction to Zelda for the same reasons
[It's fairly true. He's worked with people to the same ends quite often, of course, but usually with different reasons. Royce, his editor, for example. They worked to find the Truth together, but as an editor he was interested in the bottom line, the sales numbers. Spider serves the Truth as it's own ideal. In this case, it's about finding the best possible solution for everyone involved. Except the scientists, or whatever bastards are behind this. He's ok with them not getting any benefit.]
We should keep in touch, make sure we update each other with what we find, maybe help organize out efforts a little. We're better off working together on this.
[Zelda has impressed him yet again. There may be other people who have a similar level of kindness, but so rarely is that paired with a pragmatic willingness to do what it takes to help people. Last time he saw that... Well. It did not end out so well. Is he really over her? No way of really knowing. He would never forget her, but this is a different universe. No point in worrying about ghosts of his past, not till the job here is done and he can go back.]
Hey, you want to come out to dinner with me?
and Zelda is oblivious! well, not to Kanaya anymore
Certainly. Did you have any place in mind?