dusting off an old, creaky muse

[uncutejade]

Ah mundane, we meet again. How nice of you to keep me in your thoughts. Perhaps this time you'll even have a sufficient attention span!

I won't hold my breath. But do please feel free to hold yours.

Comments

[prismshards]

Too late for that. Besides, since when did friends wash each others' mouths out?!

[uncutejade]

No one said anything about my mouth.

[prismshards]

You better not. That's the last thing I want to be involved with.

[uncutejade]

Then you musn't swear.

[prismshards]

I'll swear when I want, thanks. It wasn't even that bad of a word.

[ Childish? Damn right. He hates being bossed around for no (or silly) reasons. ]

[uncutejade]

My my.

Ah, to be young again...

[prismshards]

Have to wonder if you were ever young to begin with.

late forever :(

[uncutejade]

Actually...

I'm a robot.

totally okay \;u;

[prismshards]

[ Yeah okay, he's going give this idea some serious consideration. IT'S A POSSIBILITY, ALRIGHT ]

Then who built you?

[uncutejade]

Who do we know with a freaky fontech fixation?

[prismshards]

Guy and Dist.

[ ...Jade would be a joint effort between the two. ]

[uncutejade]

[ Ah, he forgets how young you are. He was created thousand and thousands of years ago, in a galaxy far, far away... ]

Thankfully neither of them are responsible for my creation. I would have thrown myself into the Fubras by now.

[prismshards]

[ The universe is still reeling from the disturbance caused by that event and probably will be for many centuries to come. ]

Not that I'd blame you with those options, but we don't know anyone else interested in fontech.

[ Why is he taking this seriously again? ]

[uncutejade]

[ Sigh. ] I forget that you are a child. A child that forgets he's a child precisely because he's a child.

[ Because the colonel is srs bizness, Luke~ ]

[prismshards]

[ This is true. You can never underestimate Jade. ]

Hey, I know I'm young and that there's a lot I have to learn. [ ...wait. ] You built yourself, didn't you!

[uncutejade]

How astute, Luke.

But why? [ Nevermind the how... ]

[prismshards]

[ Logic flees when faced with the Necromancer! ]

Probably as a hobby.

[uncutejade]

[ No Luke, logic becomes redefined. ]

Not quite.

Do you know of the concept of transhumanism, Luke?

[prismshards]

[ And yet that just makes everything even more confusing. ]

Transwhatta? [ Might be a "no". But Luke is all ears and ready to learn. ] What's that?

[uncutejade]

Transhumanism. The intellectual and cultural movement that affirms the possibility and desirability of fundamentally improving the human condition through applied reason, especially by developing and making widely available fontechnologies to eliminate aging and to greatly enhance human intellectual, physical, and psychological capacities.

In other words, Luke...shall we chop off your arm and replace it with a fontech prosthesis? I promise it'll be better than the one you have now. [ And it won't hurt at all. ]

[prismshards]

[ Pretty much the entire first part of what Jade says goes sailing right over his head -too many long words that don't mean squat- and he's almost zoning out by the time Jade summarizes, though he can't miss the offer to have one of his limbs lopped off. ]

W-what? No way! Just how crazy do you think I am! Why would anybody go along with that?! [ SLOWLY BACKING AWAY OKAY ]