002 - Audio - Sylar - Anonymous NV

[fixesclocks]

Some scallywags mighten accuse me o' likin' th' sound o' me owns voice. Thar they may be right. 'tis rude indeed that I be yet ta introduce meself properly, don't ye reckon? One soul that went t'Davy Jones be hardly a proper 'Ahoy.'

Me name be Sylar. Ye may 'ave heard o' me. If ye haven't, 'tis only a matter o' time.

[I couldn't resist. Sylar has

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[paterelohim]

[Trying so hard not to laugh in the middle of his sentence.]

If ye be sending souls to see Old Hobb, ye'll be soon findin' yerself keelhauled and kicked o'erboard, yeh scabrous dog.

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[paterelohim]

[There's a long, long pause before the feed switches to video. It's focusing on a pair of hands writing furiously on a pad of paper. When he moves it into frame properly, it says:

He created New Jersey and great white sharks, too. Somehow the world still sleeps at night.]

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[fixesclocks]

[Have this face, the liquid words, the dark unblinking eyes.]

I'm far past convincing. I spent my whole life trying to be special, and all I found was that I was looking in all the wrong places. Evolution, not faith.

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[paterelohim]

[With the angle that his NV screen is tilted, Chuck can sort of see Sylar's face, for all its creepiness, while the webcam lens is still pointed at his hands. Not that Chuck has any delusions that this would protect his identity when he's been posting from his own NV- but he's genuinely freaked out now, and wants to keep his facial expressions to himself, thanks.

He thinks about that, wondering idly why the batshit crazies all focus in on evolution and ubermensch bullshit. The words he writes are: ]

Evolution isn't merit-based. Look at the human spine. The "fittest" thing just means fittest for one situation. It doesn't make the survivor better.

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[fixesclocks]

[Drawling, almost:]

We evolve or we perish. The survivor can develop in such a way as they fit into a niche, and easily meet the same fate.

But I do not fit a niche. I collect niches.

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[paterelohim]

You can't "collect" a niche. Make your own, maybe.

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[fixesclocks]

You don't understand. How could you?

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[paterelohim]

[This one takes longer to write out, so he angles the notebook at the screen, letting Sylar read some as he writes it instead of waiting.]

The grammar makes no sense. A niche isn't something you can collect in the plural- you can occupy more than one or make a new one depending on your unique adaptations.

Talking about you like a new species of tree frog is kind of unsettling.

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[fixesclocks]

Language is what you make it. Language, like humanity, evolves.

There's a lot about me that's unsettling, I'm told.

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[paterelohim]

That's a broken comparison. Words can be used wrong or right. The definition of "niche" in the scientific sense necessitates that you can only have one. But a creature's niche can be adaptive, or changing.

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[fixesclocks]

Science has never met me.

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[paterelohim]

[There's a muffled 'are you serious?' scoff, but more writing.]

I'm talking about the definitions of words. If you want to talk about evolution instead of voodoo, stick to science.

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[fixesclocks]

Easy to write. Well, I've never particularly cared for semantics. I'm a man of action.

What are you so afraid of?

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[paterelohim]

Murderers, for one. Bastardization of language. I'm a writer.

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[fixesclocks]

And? I'm a clockmaker.

Let me see.

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[paterelohim]

[A hesitation.]

No.

[Scribbles that out.]

I'm not interesting enough. [Pause.] It's been a pleasure.

[The feed goes dead.]