Going to Exitvoid

[motherofutopia]

Whether on the ocean or under it, I do not care. The people need to hear the truth; one that most spend their lives running from. The truth that ushers in the death of the self and brings forth utopia. The loss of Eleanor, of Rapture and Adam is an inconvenience. To mourn their passing robs the present of our actions and the future of what it could be.

Where Ryan failed to build paradise, I will succeed. Is there a more fitting place for me to begin than a ship aloft on the waters from which this all began? I don't fear your warnings of nightmares. There is no nightmare more frightening than the prison of the selfish mind.

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+1 philosophical AI

[weareallgeth]

[Legion would be lying if it said it wasn't intrigued by her (more so than it normally is by humans.)]

You wish to construct a paradise for your people, but individual minds would have differing views of what that may be.

[motherofutopia]

I am no stranger to debate and for my ideas I would reason till my last breath. Humanity will see its mistakes. All it will take is for one group of individuals to understand what must be done. The rest will follow. Even if the jealous lash out at our new utopia, they can never destroy the truth.

[weareallgeth]

What is your truth?

[There's a quirk of the eye panel, as if mimicking the raise of an eyebrow.]

[motherofutopia]

Once the self is cast away with its all-consuming compulsions and instincts, only then can we become a people of one. One society who works in the favor of the whole and not the individual. True and lasting peace will follow. Progress will be made and will belong to all and profit the many. It will be the end of tyranny and of suffering and mean true freedom and happiness for the people.

Man asks 'what is in it for me?' but a Utopian asks 'how can I help the whole? What can I give to make this place a paradise?' This selfless stance needs to happen and only when it does can paradise be found.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Oh, no.]

What do you know about Rapture? [And what's with this talk of "building paradise"?]

[motherofutopia]

[ That face. A face she had wished to have seen for herself, rather than the photographs and grainy security footage that she had poured over once she was free from Persephone. On the typically cold and stoic face of Sofia Lamb, she allows a ghost of a grin to slide across her lips. ]

What do I know of Rapture? I know of her beauty, her unprecedented potential. I know of her people and their suffering. I know of their wants and I know of the crimes done against them in the worship of the Great Chain. I know of everything she should have been. I also know of her death.

And I know of you, son of Ryan. I know how you were once free of free will. I don't suppose WYK still has any meaning to you?

[wouldnotkindly]

[Oh god, what. The look that comes over his face is one of horror.]

How do you know about that? [What else could she possibly know?]

[prettyfool]

[Jazzy squints.

Who is this funny lady.]

Rapture got lost?

[motherofutopia]

Lost to villains and thieves who ravished the city and left it to rot in darkness. For as long as I could, I offered the remaining few a beacon of light. Something substantial that they could believe in. Now Rapture rusts forgotten on the ocean floor. Within me lives on the spirit of its people, so in that way Rapture lives on.

[prettyfool]

That...

[...lady are you off your rocker?]

...is that a pretty story you tell children?

[little_sister_keeper]

Rapture was a nightmare itself, Sofia. Why try to resurrect it at all?

[motherofutopia]

There is little I can do for Rapture now. The body that Rapture was to be reborn in was unwilling and failed. But for the memory of the city and the memory of her people, I can continue.

Perhaps my new residence will give me a chance to gather those useful little slugs. I may even find someone...mature enough and with genetics adequate enough to handle the burden that she could not.

[little_sister_keeper]

And your dream will end as Rapture did. Turning from what you want into a nightmare that will devour you.

[fetusboss]

I see that you still haven't learned how to recognise a lost cause.

Why am I not surprised?

[motherofutopia]

I clearly see the lost cause before me. How is your tank, Dr. Alexander?

[fetusboss]

If you are trying to hurt my feelings, you are doing a very poor job.

Since when did you start caring about my well-being? It's very uncomfortable, by the way. I don't exactly have much leg room.

[here_take_this]

I don't think I like the nightmare idea.

And you sound like Daddy and Uncle Wesker with the future talk. Though I don't remember you from any company things.

[motherofutopia]

Nightmares are just the passing fears of your mind and pose you no harm. There is nothing to fear, child.

[here_take_this]

There's always something to fear. Raccoon taught me that. You just can't let it control you right?

[iowntheplace]

Well now. How wonderfully philosophical. I've been pondering something of my own.

Do homely women like yourself simply gravitate towards meaningless pursuits like this, or does the pursuit ITSELF make you homely?

[motherofutopia]

How sad. Like an animal faced with the barrel of a gun, all you can do is bleat and lash out. And like an animal you will never come to know civility.

[iowntheplace]

I have fine liqueur, all the money I could hope for, and soon I'll have the worlds number 1 applied science company.

Lady, if I have all that, who needs civility?

Why yes, I am ten days late. Why no, that's not stopping me from tagging this. Sofia!

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor has absolutely no idea what to say to her Mother. But she can't just say nothing, can she?]

Mother.

[A pause.]

You're going to start your preaching somewhere else?

lol I am eleven days late noticing it.

[motherofutopia]

I am not your mother. My Eleanor died in the jaws of a monster, risen up from the dead. It infected her and changed her quickly into something I did not recognize. So no, do not refer to me in that way. I no longer know who you are.

Haha, I can't complain!

[notyourutopian]

...I may not have let you turn me into the monster you wanted me to be, but you're still my Mother.