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[freemade_grace]

[video/action]

[Jill is seated with her back to a bush, staring at a few of the robots. She has a notebook open in her lap.]

Constructed Intelligence...except there's no Council for you, is there?

[She sighs, looking down at the paper.]

Tell me if you think this is any good, if you can.

Comments

[restlessdevil]

Sounds good to me. I'm not exactly well-read when it comes to poetry, though. I think it'd be impossible for me to even write any.

And sometimes we all need to brood. [Smiles]

[freemade_grace]

[She blinks at the vine, but shrugs it off. Nosy little thing.]

I'm finding that speech making and poetry are more similar than I thought.

Brooding is healthy, but I'm thinking of the type who cries, gets smashed, and then starts reading their work in a loud voice until they get booed down.

[restlessdevil]

Interesting. [Zenobia thinks. Could she write a speech? She's never really tried.] So, if the poem's to be believed, you're pretty awesome, huh? People call you a legend?

Haha, ah, that sort of brooding. The "no one understands me or how unique I am so keep the ale coming, barkeep" kind.

[freemade_grace]

When I was alive, yeah. Don't mean to brag, but...I was famous, in good and bad ways. Only for doing what I thought was right, but it was the first thing to come to mind.

"I've graduated with top honours, you'll all weep when I'm better than you all, greater than the sun!" There were so many of them back home.

[thesamename]

You weren't kidding.

[freemade_grace]

No. It's harder than I thought, though.

[thesamename]

[Jackie likes her poem, in a rather detached way. The sentiment annoys her, and writing poetry is silly in her view, but it was Jill's poem and that was obvious enough, and that made it successful in its own way.]

I guess that's why it isn't for everyone.

[freemade_grace]

Mm. It does give a way to pass the time, though. Since there's not a group of people who want to organize and strike against unfair institutions, and I don't have much expertise outside of that.

[tasercopter]

All I gotta say is, those robots are lucky they don't understand words. Can you find willing victims next time and not transmit that shit all over?

[freemade_grace]

[Jill scoffs at the vine. Figures it would transmit when she wanted privacy.]

Could have stopped watching.

[tasercopter]

It played the whole thing before I could get to the plant or get away from it. So, no. [Reno does look like someone who has only recently woken up.]

[freemade_grace]

[She just shrugs and goes back to looking at the robots. It's not her place to defend her poetry, really, she has no idea what she's doing. So, if this woman hates it? Can't please everyone.]

I'm sorry, miss.

[welljustwatchme]

I'd say it's beautiful, but I wouldn't claim to know anything about poetry, not really. It sounds right, though.

[freemade_grace]

You really think so? Huh...It's just a rough outline, though

[welljustwatchme]

Don't add any more to it.

Umm, I mean... Not that I can really tell you what to do or anything, but anything more would dilute it, I think. You might lose some of its power. B-but that's just what I think.

[freemade_grace]

[She's surprised. No one's ever talked like this about her work before, not this type of work.]

Then I won't.

[aureation]

A bit cliché, but it certainly gets your message across.

[freemade_grace]

I didn't expect it to be otherwise-pretty much copied the style of things I've heard before.

[aureation]

I don't know much about writing poetry myself, but I believe most great poets start out from imitating someone, don't they?

[freemade_grace]

I thought it was more putting down what you thought.