Crysta (
help_things_grow) wrote in
dear_mun2012-05-02 10:31 pm
Computers are very strange creatures
Hello Human!
It is so very good to meet you! But..do I have to live in this thing? Isn't there a tree, or bush or..even some small weed I could have? This com-pu-ter isn't alive...it's..metal and plastic.
If yo don't have a tree, I can make one grow! Magi says I'm getting very good at it!
It is so very good to meet you! But..do I have to live in this thing? Isn't there a tree, or bush or..even some small weed I could have? This com-pu-ter isn't alive...it's..metal and plastic.
If yo don't have a tree, I can make one grow! Magi says I'm getting very good at it!

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No...you don't have to, but you have little say. The one who brought you here has the power to send you where they wish. Whether or not they'll accommodate you...that's up to them. Is Magi your tutor?
[If Crysta has an ability to sense living things, she'll feel Yasha is far more machine than flesh.]
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Oh, well she has seemed to be nice so far. I hope she'll let me.
Magi? Oh yes! She's old and wise and...old. She has these great stories of the history of our people and how Humans used to be friends of the faeries! She taught me how to help things grow, someday I'm supposed to take her place but that's a long time from now.
[She squints at him, reaches her hand out and frowns] You're not ...you don't feel..alive.
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[Great stories...Yasha nods slightly, starts to speak, but her squint and reach, small as she is, stops him. He bows his head for a moment. Then he holds up one of his hands, spreads his fingers. They're a series of golden metal ringlets.]
My people have gone where - mostly - flesh can no longer support them. So we can protect civilization...and the world.
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How horrible, a place where life can't flourish..my kind would die. We're linked to the trees and the forest.
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...I know. Will you tell me a story Magi told you?
[He shifts back slightly, feeling childish. But he's always had an interest in literature. Stories spoken aloud are how it starts.]