Mao's Battlebook: Entry 005 [text/action for anyone in the library]

[disasterroar]

[Today you can find Mao is sitting in the library, browsing through some books as if he is looking for something really important.

After a while though, the redhead puts the books back, a rather disappointment can be seen on his face.]

Guess I won’t find anything here...

[He then takes out his seal and writes a massage:]

How would you call

Comments

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

Depends on what makes them different from human.

[Voice]

[disasterroar]

...Um, the fact that they were created by someone...?

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

Created? You mean like a replica?

[Voice]

[disasterroar]

...Replica?

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

A... being that was created from another person's data.

[Voice]

[disasterroar]

Hm... and what if they were created without the "another person's data" part? Like, you know, they were created but they're not... a copy of someone else.

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

No idea. [The shrug is probably pretty obvious in his voice.]

The real question is though, does actually matter what they are. Despite that, they are still a person, right?

[Voice]

[disasterroar]

They... are? [unsure about that.]

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

Why shouldn't they be?

[Voice]

[disasterroar]

...I... don't know. I have a feeling that, just like you said, it shouldn't matter, and yet I can't stop thinking about it.

[He's confused. He always thought he's a human, then it was all shattered when he found out he isn't. And now he can't really figure out what he actually is.

Okay, tries to not sound depressed or anything like that.]

In any case, thanks a lot and... sorry for asking such a strange question.

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

[The question, the situation... it all reminds Riku far too much of his own Replica and of Xion, two tragic fates that perhaps neither of them had deserved (Xion didn't, he knows that for sure). The memories (or what's left of them in Xion's case) make him angry at those who had created them in first place, at the Organization, who had used them for the better part of their existence and he hates the part he had played himself in both their story (even if he hadn't had much choice at all too, just like them). He isn't entirely sure why this bothers this - he certainly is different from the idiot who had screamed about aliens a while ago; he sounds genuinely troubled and that is why Riku finds himself wanting to help, even if only just a little.]

It's all right... I don't think it's that much of a strange question at all. Though I think it doesn't matter so much how someone came to be... not as much as what they do with the time and life they've been given.

[If the time of one's is spent well, with friends, with people important to

[Voice]

[disasterroar]

I see.

[But then, another question comes to his mind.]

But what if someone’s not sure what they want to do with their life? Like... they don't really have any dreams or goals.

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

[Riku hesitates a moment, trying to figure out the best way to answer the question.]

Does this someone have friends? If they have, do they spend time with them?

[Voice]

[disasterroar]

Yeah. A lot of friends. And he travels with them all the time.

[Then Mao realizes that this time he said "he" instead of "they". Oops.]

[Voice]

[justabignobody]

['He', huh? Riku can't help but smile a little, because things are starting to become a little more clear. But don't worry Mao, he won't be pressing for your secrets.]

Then perhaps... if he cherishes them and does his best to offer whatever help he can give when needed.... it's enough for a start at very least. And after a while maybe they'll help him understand what he wants to do with his life in return.

[Voice]

[disasterroar]

[Mao listens carefully to the other. Maybe he's right...]

...Maybe.

[Then all of a sudden:]

...Um, what's your name?