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pulledplug posting in srwu Mar. 1st, 2016 08:46 pm)[Beatrice Willson. The successor to the SCCF's initial leader and mad scientist, Lilian Cavinagh, who didn't last long in the position seeing as how she's locked up in a cell and facing interrogation.]
Right. We get to meet face to face now. In a sense, since... yeah.
[... From a Doomba with the video setup for Roy.]
And you came because you thought I'd just tell you information you wanted to hear about the Foundation, or the Cambio Protocol in general? Or what happened to your friend after Carina attacked with the Gatekeeper?
Sorry, but let me be your paperboy for the day and give you the news: Carina's dead, her plan was bust from the get-go, and Lenore's safe and sound. Though that's actually good news for you, 'cuz now I'm not gonna badger you about that.
But your buddies who're probably trying to elect a new boss since you're locked up here? Yeah, start talking. Lilian was a nutjob from the start, but all the info I could dig up on you was that for a couple of years you were making it as a paranormal detective. Guess huntin' ghosts just wasn't putting food on the table for you so you decided to be a terrorist then?
... That's how you think it played out? For being an advanced robot you certainly can't see the bigger picture. Another thing you don't understand at all, in fact. So I'll start at the beginning, and maybe... you'll understand why the SCCF does what it has been, for trying to save the world.
I don't know my parents or how I was born. In fact, I'm an anomaly even stranger than Dakova. You see, I was found, as a newborn, in a sealed, isolation cell in a maximum security, all-male prison. The cell would've required identity cards from five senior members of the staff, all of whom had been on vacation for the past week... and there hadn't been a woman visiting the prison for the past six months.
"Willson", they called me. Not after anyone special, but just that I'd somehow come into existence and survived until I was found through nothing save my own determination to live. The warden was generous enough to provide me an education and I grew up, and decided to try to find the truth about anomalies like myself.
Strange things happen in the world all the time, but all too often there's a method to the madness. The Kijin came from somewhere. Those black domes came from somewhere. Even the PRAYERs came from somewhere. But a true anomaly simply can't be explained. It has no origin, no common threads connecting it to anything else, and trying to understand how it came to be doesn't even reward you with more questions, to say nothing of more answers. An anomaly simply is.
The only "anomaly" I'm freaking seeing is you thinking all the crap you and your buddies pulled will help anyone at all.
You would, wouldn't you? Then again, how old are you? A few months? Half a year? Dotrice likely didn't finish you until days before arranging to meet with the Unity Group. You haven't seen what I've seen of the world.
In the shadows there's nothing but tragedy. Desperate people trying to do anything they can to get ahead and be happy, and all too often victims of things well beyond their control. Sometimes it's "normal" things, other times anomalies. But it keeps happening. I've seen what could only be described as sexually-transmitted killer ghosts, murderous lion statues that can only move when someone's looking at them, shadows that would consume us all if they so much as understood the concept of "food" and that we were all prime specimens.
Millions of people die every day and nobody here cares. And millions more will die because that's how the world today operates. And the SCCF's killed... maybe a thousand? But we are on the precipice of real change! Change for the better!
You keep spewing that out like it isn't a massive load of bullcrap! You and your goons aren't heroes and you're not making the world a better place at all! Boss man, Erria... you even went after a buncha people on the Moon just to make them lab rats for your weirdo tech!
And if someone dies from hunger because you can't give him food it's a tragedy, but if you kill him the instant before he would've otherwise died, somehow that's wrong? Monstrous even? Everything the SCCF's done will one day benefit everyone who lives after we're in power!
For instance, consider this. One anomaly the SCCF had in their possession until a short while ago was a man who could not get hungry. He didn't need to eat or drink at all. And unfortunately in the process of examining him, learning everything we could, he... passed on. But the research we gained though can save lives! We're already in the process of replicating his condition in others, and the going is slow but just imagine!
[Her face brightens up, eyes shining with something you would not expect: idealism.]
With one life, the SCCF's taken a bigger leap in ending world hunger forever than the rest of human civilization has in... in forever! In another fifty or twenty-five years... or maybe even just a decade, food will become obsolete! Millions of acres can be repurposed for ecological conservation! And that was just from one very mild anomaly. Dakova's power to control minds is magnitudes more potent than that! Even if only a deterrent, imagine the wars that would be averted, the destruction and death averted as the threat of Dakova's power cows warmongers to the bargaining table!
[But the Doomba only has one response. As dramatically as it can, the little robot slowly turns, clipping a folder of documents and sliding them slooooooowly off the table, after which they scatter all over the floor.]
You're more bonkers than a headbonked guy bonking other guys in the head while screaming "BOOOOOOONKKKEEEEEERS!" every time. You and your entire group of nutso scientists and crap.
Be seeing you around. Maybe a little time in another cell'll get your head outta the clouds.
[Anyone else is free to talk to/interrogate Beatrice if they want, even as groups.]
Right. We get to meet face to face now. In a sense, since... yeah.
[... From a Doomba with the video setup for Roy.]
And you came because you thought I'd just tell you information you wanted to hear about the Foundation, or the Cambio Protocol in general? Or what happened to your friend after Carina attacked with the Gatekeeper?
Sorry, but let me be your paperboy for the day and give you the news: Carina's dead, her plan was bust from the get-go, and Lenore's safe and sound. Though that's actually good news for you, 'cuz now I'm not gonna badger you about that.
But your buddies who're probably trying to elect a new boss since you're locked up here? Yeah, start talking. Lilian was a nutjob from the start, but all the info I could dig up on you was that for a couple of years you were making it as a paranormal detective. Guess huntin' ghosts just wasn't putting food on the table for you so you decided to be a terrorist then?
... That's how you think it played out? For being an advanced robot you certainly can't see the bigger picture. Another thing you don't understand at all, in fact. So I'll start at the beginning, and maybe... you'll understand why the SCCF does what it has been, for trying to save the world.
I don't know my parents or how I was born. In fact, I'm an anomaly even stranger than Dakova. You see, I was found, as a newborn, in a sealed, isolation cell in a maximum security, all-male prison. The cell would've required identity cards from five senior members of the staff, all of whom had been on vacation for the past week... and there hadn't been a woman visiting the prison for the past six months.
"Willson", they called me. Not after anyone special, but just that I'd somehow come into existence and survived until I was found through nothing save my own determination to live. The warden was generous enough to provide me an education and I grew up, and decided to try to find the truth about anomalies like myself.
Strange things happen in the world all the time, but all too often there's a method to the madness. The Kijin came from somewhere. Those black domes came from somewhere. Even the PRAYERs came from somewhere. But a true anomaly simply can't be explained. It has no origin, no common threads connecting it to anything else, and trying to understand how it came to be doesn't even reward you with more questions, to say nothing of more answers. An anomaly simply is.
The only "anomaly" I'm freaking seeing is you thinking all the crap you and your buddies pulled will help anyone at all.
You would, wouldn't you? Then again, how old are you? A few months? Half a year? Dotrice likely didn't finish you until days before arranging to meet with the Unity Group. You haven't seen what I've seen of the world.
In the shadows there's nothing but tragedy. Desperate people trying to do anything they can to get ahead and be happy, and all too often victims of things well beyond their control. Sometimes it's "normal" things, other times anomalies. But it keeps happening. I've seen what could only be described as sexually-transmitted killer ghosts, murderous lion statues that can only move when someone's looking at them, shadows that would consume us all if they so much as understood the concept of "food" and that we were all prime specimens.
Millions of people die every day and nobody here cares. And millions more will die because that's how the world today operates. And the SCCF's killed... maybe a thousand? But we are on the precipice of real change! Change for the better!
You keep spewing that out like it isn't a massive load of bullcrap! You and your goons aren't heroes and you're not making the world a better place at all! Boss man, Erria... you even went after a buncha people on the Moon just to make them lab rats for your weirdo tech!
And if someone dies from hunger because you can't give him food it's a tragedy, but if you kill him the instant before he would've otherwise died, somehow that's wrong? Monstrous even? Everything the SCCF's done will one day benefit everyone who lives after we're in power!
For instance, consider this. One anomaly the SCCF had in their possession until a short while ago was a man who could not get hungry. He didn't need to eat or drink at all. And unfortunately in the process of examining him, learning everything we could, he... passed on. But the research we gained though can save lives! We're already in the process of replicating his condition in others, and the going is slow but just imagine!
[Her face brightens up, eyes shining with something you would not expect: idealism.]
With one life, the SCCF's taken a bigger leap in ending world hunger forever than the rest of human civilization has in... in forever! In another fifty or twenty-five years... or maybe even just a decade, food will become obsolete! Millions of acres can be repurposed for ecological conservation! And that was just from one very mild anomaly. Dakova's power to control minds is magnitudes more potent than that! Even if only a deterrent, imagine the wars that would be averted, the destruction and death averted as the threat of Dakova's power cows warmongers to the bargaining table!
[But the Doomba only has one response. As dramatically as it can, the little robot slowly turns, clipping a folder of documents and sliding them slooooooowly off the table, after which they scatter all over the floor.]
You're more bonkers than a headbonked guy bonking other guys in the head while screaming "BOOOOOOONKKKEEEEEERS!" every time. You and your entire group of nutso scientists and crap.
Be seeing you around. Maybe a little time in another cell'll get your head outta the clouds.
[Anyone else is free to talk to/interrogate Beatrice if they want, even as groups.]
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