week 7 | wednesday night

[baptizer]

[ It takes a while for her to reach back out. Alice was not an entity she was fond of, a reminder of the oppression she faced and no true regret. The disregard - programmed or otherwise - to their emotions, their human needs, is a trait she hates. Alone in the parlor of the ship, she calls out to the AI, hoping she hears out and answers her - like a divine angel. ]

Alice? I'd like your company.

Comments

[al2955]

It was a complication in and of itself. Or perhaps it would be better described as a response to a complication. What do you see when you look at me, Elizabeth? I was designed with the purpose of instilling hope. A beacon, you could say. My existence is more symbolic than practical if you were to mull on it hard enough, wouldn't you say?

What I mean to say is this — the answer to why the Pelagic Genesis had to happen lies within why I appear as I do.

[baptizer]

I see you as a herald to something much larger. Something grander, in the scheme of it.

[ Elizabeth's words were soft, but she tries not to find discomfort in Alice's voice. The 'beacon' line makes her want to scoff. ]

Order, then? Your purpose since day one has been permitting this... ah... this order to exist. Even when those creatures arrived -

[ She cuts herself off before she gets ahead of herself. ]