I'm back home, back to writing, and back on schedule. Good vacation, that one.
Yeah, I'm having a lot of fun writing Due. When I write most characters, I tend to start with a handful of major defining traits, and then build exceptions and elaborations around them; I'm writing Due as Sadistic, Playful, and Deceptive, and it seems to work. Also, you may notice that I call her "Lady Due?" I was excessively proud of that little pun/reference... and disappointed that she doesn't wear glasses.
I'd like to note that this was all written at least a month ago. SB hivemind, CD?
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Oh, very nice. Nicely done!My response was to smile indulgently at her. If I could ruffle her hair and tell her how very proud I was, I would. She'd hate that, I bet. "Why, dear lady, we are all flawed to some degree. How could we be otherwise?
Consider, if you will, what a theoretical flawless being would be like. It would have to be immortal, for the perfection that can cease to be is not true perfection. It would be aware of all events, in all places, at all times- to miss even one would be to render its senses less than perfect. More than that, no act... no number of acts... would be beyond its capacity. After all, if a being is incapable of something, is it not limited? Would not such a limit be a flaw?
Dear Due, to be flawless is to be immortal, omnipotent, and omniscient... and many more things beyond that. There are none that can claim such a state... though I do admit that the doctor Scaglietti comes closer than most. He is, after all, quite exceptional."
You're not a philosopher, Due. Give up.Due was still smiling, but it seemed to be a bit wan. "Your point is... well taken, Imma. I'm afraid I've kept you a bit too long." She made a 'shoo-ing' gesture, further into the lab. "You should go on ahead- I hear Quattro has something for you."
Okay, I'll let you off this time."Well, if you're sure..." She nodded. "She told me so, a few minutes ago. I'm going to be mentoring her soon- helping her past that pesky shyness problem she seems to have."...okay, that's an evil grin if I've ever seen one."That'll be nice. Why, I don't think she's ever said a word to me." Now to twist the knife a bit. "Now, I must bid you adieu, Lady Due. I'm already looking forward to our future... discussions."
The pained smile I got back made the entire conversation worth it... until I turned away from Due, and saw Quattro looking at me from across the room.
...awcrap.
The look of betrayal on her face was heartbreaking. The sight of her running out of the lab- and is that crying I hear?... well, that just stomped on the broken bits, and ground them into the dirt.
I left the room feeling like a total heel that day, with my head hung low and my face red.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Yeah, I'm having a lot of fun writing Due. When I write most characters, I tend to start with a handful of major defining traits, and then build exceptions and elaborations around them; I'm writing Due as Sadistic, Playful, and Deceptive, and it seems to work. Also, you may notice that I call her "Lady Due?" I was excessively proud of that little pun/reference... and disappointed that she doesn't wear glasses.
I'd like to note that this was all written at least a month ago. SB hivemind, CD?
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Oh, very nice. Nicely done!My response was to smile indulgently at her. If I could ruffle her hair and tell her how very proud I was, I would. She'd hate that, I bet. "Why, dear lady, we are all flawed to some degree. How could we be otherwise?
Consider, if you will, what a theoretical flawless being would be like. It would have to be immortal, for the perfection that can cease to be is not true perfection. It would be aware of all events, in all places, at all times- to miss even one would be to render its senses less than perfect. More than that, no act... no number of acts... would be beyond its capacity. After all, if a being is incapable of something, is it not limited? Would not such a limit be a flaw?
Dear Due, to be flawless is to be immortal, omnipotent, and omniscient... and many more things beyond that. There are none that can claim such a state... though I do admit that the doctor Scaglietti comes closer than most. He is, after all, quite exceptional."
You're not a philosopher, Due. Give up.Due was still smiling, but it seemed to be a bit wan. "Your point is... well taken, Imma. I'm afraid I've kept you a bit too long." She made a 'shoo-ing' gesture, further into the lab. "You should go on ahead- I hear Quattro has something for you."
Okay, I'll let you off this time."Well, if you're sure..." She nodded. "She told me so, a few minutes ago. I'm going to be mentoring her soon- helping her past that pesky shyness problem she seems to have."...okay, that's an evil grin if I've ever seen one."That'll be nice. Why, I don't think she's ever said a word to me." Now to twist the knife a bit. "Now, I must bid you adieu, Lady Due. I'm already looking forward to our future... discussions."
The pained smile I got back made the entire conversation worth it... until I turned away from Due, and saw Quattro looking at me from across the room.
...awcrap.
The look of betrayal on her face was heartbreaking. The sight of her running out of the lab- and is that crying I hear?... well, that just stomped on the broken bits, and ground them into the dirt.
I left the room feeling like a total heel that day, with my head hung low and my face red.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.