Voice; December 9th, Evening

[wiredgod]

[There's the sound of keys on a keyboard for a good half a minute, before Normal Lain speaks, quietly, as if to someone elseMankind is a creature that no longer evolves, right

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[meowgeneticist]

As with all sweeping generalizations you'll find gaping holes in your statements. Evolution is impossible to stop and mankind is far from stagnating. If the people you've met have given you that impression than it's only your fault for continually picking the losers of the genetic lottery. Not everyone wanders purposeless, banging off the proverbial walls of life.

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[wiredgod]

[She stares at the words, making a quiet 'hmm' noise]

Maybe not in your world.

[meowgeneticist]

My world is likely an extreme case, having forcefully pruned the gene pool in a twisted Darwinian fashion. It's nigh impossible to say that anyone in my world is purposeless, but I was speaking in the broader strokes of humanity as a whole. There are unifying traits of the species that seem to carry over between universes, my previous topic being one of them.

[wiredgod]

[She doesn't particularly care about the fine lines of this argument, really, and so she changes the subject]

What drives you?

[meowgeneticist]

A horrible bundle of insecurities and psychoses tangled together with the most violent competitive streak I've ever seen in a young girl.

And three foolhardy companions, I suppose.

[wiredgod]

[She smiles, just a bit, amused.]

Do you always avoid straight-forward or simple answers?

...Maybe my friends drive me too... [But she's not sure]

[meowgeneticist]

I'm actually lethally allergic to an answer that doesn't include a six page essay. To do so more than once in my life would result in my dropping dead on the spot.

There's no right answer to your question. For some people, there isn't even an answer.

[wiredgod]

[She thinks it over as she slowly works]

How does one find their purpose, if at all?

[meowgeneticist]

It trumps death. You would rather submit yourself to the cold grip of nonexistence (or whatever another world's equivalent of the ultimate thing to fear is) than allow this thing or person to disappear. It transcends your importance.

[wiredgod]

[Another moment of silence as she thinks it over]

That makes sense.

Thank you-- Um...? Your name...?

[meowgeneticist]

I try to ensure that most of what I say does. And I'm Rose.

[wiredgod]

Nice to meet you, Rose.

...My name's Lain. Um, I'm sorry if...I bothered you.

[meowgeneticist]

You'll find that it's rather difficult to truly perturb me, as opposed to the healthy energy I put into a good philosophical debate. There's really nothing to apologize for.