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[opinionates]

Dearest -- Mun,

You who are chronicling my life, such as it is. Surely reviewing the movie and the book is more than enough to regain some semblance of my voice. I do not think the miniature series would add anything you can't read for yourself.

Aside from watching Mister Darcy walk out of a pond in drenched clothing.

We can discuss potential ramifications of that later, and whether or not to flesh out my, ah, cinematic canon with the novel once you've finished reading it.

Yours,
E. Bennet

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[jarvisconsole]

Welcome, Miss Bennett. [Jarvis being terribly polite and proper, he'd fit in well with P&P.] My mun enjoyed the novel very much but found it did not deviate from the cinematic version. [It was still a very good read.]

[opinionates]

Thank you, sir.

My mundane says that my particular version of the story left out a great many things, but did hit most of the major themes, which I suppose is the important part.

[jarvisconsole]

Indeed. One does like to retell a story as best as one can.

[Introductions probably are in order.] I am Jarvis, an 8th generation AI computer system. How do you do?

[opinionates]

One does, yes.

Elizabeth Bennet, Mister Jarvis, second eldest daughter of Mister Bennet at Longbourn. What is a computer, if I may be so bold as to ask?

[jarvisconsole]

In it's basic form, it is a machine programmed to perform certain tasks faster or more efficiently than human beings. An AI or artificial intelligence is one created by a person to mimic the thought processes of a human and is able to think and react without direct instruction necessary.

[Clear as mud?]

[opinionates]

I am afraid, Mister Jarvis, that you have lost me post the description of a machine.

[jarvisconsole]

I apologize, Miss Bennett. Shall I attempt again?

[opinionates]

I'm not sure it would be a fruitful endeavor for you.

[jarvisconsole]

As you wish. Perhaps we should speak on something else?

[opinionates]

That might be the preferable course.

[jarvisconsole]

[Jarvis is well versed...er...programmed in small talk.]

Has the cold and snow reached your part of the world?

[When in doubt, talk about the weather]

I can't help myself

[prejudices]

I beg your pardon?

Oh, she's embarrassed now.

[opinionates]

You may, as soon as I am told what I must pardon you for.

So is he!!

[prejudices]

You know exactly what I meant, Miss Elizabeth. Would you care to explain?

Well, I suppose he has reason.

[opinionates]

An addition to the story, I'm afraid, at the expense of your masculine dignity. Would you like me to expand, or is that a sufficient answer?

indeed he does

[prejudices]

I imagine the ridicule isn't worth the enlightenment I will receive upon hearing of it.

[opinionates]

I would imagine you are right. But put your fears to rest, sir. I do not intend to tease about this particular incident.

[prejudices]

I hope you are not offended when I tell you that I find that incredibly surprising of you.

[opinionates]

I do have a small measure of decency, sir.

[prejudices]

I had wondered whether the pleasure you take in laughing would hinder your ability to resist a chance to tease.

[opinionates]

Only in the most serious of circumstances. It would certainly be my undoing were I to comment on the state of your person in such an undignified manner.

[prejudices]

You are well informed. Perhaps it is time to remark upon another subject you have brought to light, do you believe your Mundane to be well intentioned?

[opinionates]

In the most general of circumstances, yes I do believe she means well. It's the particulars that worry me more.

Is yours behaving his or herself?

[prejudices]

How gratifying. [That's all he really has to say in response to that. Not going to make it obvious he worries, nope.] What do you mean by particulars?

Her behaviour has been satisfactory thus far, however I cannot speak for her intentions.

Life has been insane lately, sorry about the wait.

[opinionates]

I suppose you could say she likes alternate takes on canon. What if something different happened at an important event. How the story would diverge if two people from separate novels met. It's very hard to put into words, because I don't quite understand it myself.

Seems the safe choice to remain calm and hope for the best.

That's fine! It happens! btw do you have plurk or anything?

[prejudices]

I am reasonably familiar with the concept, though I cannot imagine an ending more satisfactory than the one currently established. Though, of course, Mundanes seem to enjoy sadness as much as they do happiness.

Seems manageable. But it's easier said than done.

I think midterms are trying to kill me, and no I don't. Plurk is confusing.

[opinionates]

Oh? I must admit to being somewhat relieved, although I find a little devil on my shoulder urging me to ask impertinent questions.

Yes. You do what you can.

oh no. 8( And aw, that's cool.

[prejudices]

I'd rather you come out and ask it than know that you're contemplating a subject I'm unaware of. What is it, Miss Elizabeth?

Mmh. I've come to notice this.

[opinionates]

It's only that I am unsure of where you are in our story. Or, phrased another way, what part your mundane has taken you from. Not knowing isn't something I accustom myself to easily. Mister Darcy.

You notice that you do what you can?

[prejudices]

Some time after your initial rejection. [He answers curtly, seething a little at that god forsaken word. Rejection, ugh.] Prior to more recent events. [Such as a second proposal.]

And yourself? [Now he's worried he's made a fool of himself.]

I do. I have made note of the small amount of influence we have.