Post the Second [Video]
[Remus manages to turn the video on correctly this time, and he's even got it right-side up. The feed is shaky as he holds it, however.
He's kneeling in a bare room - his room. Strangely, there are no tribbles on him. When the feed jars as he lays the blackberry on the ground, however, you can see where all the tribbles have gone: they're under his bed. Or at least trying to be under his bed. They're congregated just under the bed's wooden frame, and pushing each other to move further in. For some reason, though, they can't. There's no visible barrier, but none of them seem to be moving forward -
and then they're out of sight again. Remus looks curiously into the camera.]
Er, look, everyone, I'm sorry to be bothering you all, but I have a question that I want everyone to hear. It took me a while to decide to do it this way, but I think it's important...
Er. I was just wondering... if we're in a story controlled by an author, how do we know that the author isn't controlling us, as well? I mean, our thoughts and actions and such.
Er. That's it. Thanks for listening.
[There's an awkward pause, and then he brings his hand up to the blackberry, shutting the feed off.]
He's kneeling in a bare room - his room. Strangely, there are no tribbles on him. When the feed jars as he lays the blackberry on the ground, however, you can see where all the tribbles have gone: they're under his bed. Or at least trying to be under his bed. They're congregated just under the bed's wooden frame, and pushing each other to move further in. For some reason, though, they can't. There's no visible barrier, but none of them seem to be moving forward -
and then they're out of sight again. Remus looks curiously into the camera.]
Er, look, everyone, I'm sorry to be bothering you all, but I have a question that I want everyone to hear. It took me a while to decide to do it this way, but I think it's important...
Er. I was just wondering... if we're in a story controlled by an author, how do we know that the author isn't controlling us, as well? I mean, our thoughts and actions and such.
Er. That's it. Thanks for listening.
[There's an awkward pause, and then he brings his hand up to the blackberry, shutting the feed off.]