[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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[She says nothing for a moment, just. listlessly plunks on a few keys, then stops, her fingers resting over them.
She gives a shallow nod, permission to enter.
The room is full of her works--there's half as much as what she used to have ever since the incident with Evil, but enough to make the room thoroughly cluttered in an organization that only makes sense to her.
But there's a mostly clearly path from the door to the little hollow where Lain sits on her chair at her desk and works. Just mind the wires that run across the pathway.]
3/3 - videounderspinningAugust 26 2011, 01:31:36 UTC
[ but then she remembers that is the world where she has 3 personalities and is part computer or some nonsensical shit, like everything else on her planet, so maybe God in her world is another term for giant orange panda misanthrope. ]
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.
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.
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Yes.
Just...dreams. Memories. I've been thinking about things from my world...
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[He looks like he might make an attempt to enter it anyway]
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She gives a shallow nod, permission to enter.
The room is full of her works--there's half as much as what she used to have ever since the incident with Evil, but enough to make the room thoroughly cluttered in an organization that only makes sense to her.
But there's a mostly clearly path from the door to the little hollow where Lain sits on her chair at her desk and works. Just mind the wires that run across the pathway.]
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trying to find words
words failing.
Just what the fuck is this. ]
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Lain, are you okay?
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After a moment, she asks] What drives you?
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That's not quite what I meant.
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What drives you?
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Or things like addictions--drugs, alcohol-- gluttony. Things that bring repeated, but brief, gratification.
Or...something like that...
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So...alcohol satisfied those desires in the wrong way?
[GUESS WHO WORKS AS A BARTENDER IN THE RED DISTRICT, LAIN :| Even if he never drank.]
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[She shrugs lightly] It helps people relax sometimes, but it can also make them feel worse...
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Maybe not in your world.
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What drives you?
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