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vector:

[adminproof]

[from here!]

...I'm afraid I'm compelled to. Would you mind recalling it for me?

[God, this all sounds like a trainwreck, and he can't get enough of it. Not for the trainwreck value, but for the sake of having more information. These occurrences sound strange enough, and don't seem to have a shared theme...]

[jyajyaaan]

Actually, yeah, I would. [But he brought it up, so it'd be rude not to talk now. He only has himself to blame.] ...I got dragged around on a sleigh gone haywire with chainsaws and flesh-eating reindeer attached to it not once but a good FIVE times, and later an invulnerable killer santa went into everybodies' homes and tried to hunt everybody down who didn't have a tree, milk and cookies for him while cussing like a sailor. I don't know what exactly happened, but the people who got herded into the big mall had it supposedly even worse-!

[He shakes his head and grimaces.]

I'd have died for sure if those other people wouldn't have saved me over and over again!

[adminproof]

My apologies for pressuring you to recall memories as painful as those.

[He is genuinely sorry about that, especially after hearing the...insanity that he just described. Who is this Santa person and why was he so obsessed with milk and cookies and reindeer? Why are malls involved?]

To make constant attempts on your life, however, seems counterproductive to the very goal they themselves have set out for us to achieve.

[To simply "live". He knows, that living isn't just being alive, receiving the bounty of the earth with no cares, and sometimes true living can only come in the face of death, ironically enough, but that just sounds...odd.]

[jyajyaaan]

I know, right? It makes no sense at all!

Sometimes I think they are just playing through certain scenarios with us, or trying to get a certain set of emotions from us, but... I don't know. It's too random.

[adminproof]

Perhaps they believe the data they will gather from observing individuals under certain extreme circumstances will assist them in recovering data about our lives. They did tell us to live...

[He closes his eyes, a small smile on his face.]

But, to truly understand what it means to live...cannot be done as an observer, this I now know.

[jyajyaaan]

Huh? But wouldn't that be impossible to begin with? I mean, you have to be alive in order to observe and understand something, right?

[There are robots, but even they need to have somebody who tells them what to do and programs them and analyzes their data. ...Unless they are like Orbital 7 and Obomi, but then again they're both the type of AI's that are practically people and thus alive.]

[adminproof]

One does not necessarily have to be alive in order to observe. The 'living' I speak of is different from merely surviving.

[He isn't sure if he could count himself as truly "living" for a good part of his entire life, as long as his lifespan is.]

What does it mean to be alive, to you?

[jyajyaaan]

[Not dying like a dog, for starters. That and-]


Being myself. I want to make my own decisions and create my own destiny.

[The answer is fast and determined. Vector can live with many things, but being a puppet on another's strings - no matter how benevolent or malignant - is not part of it. That's why he can't forgive neither Don Thousand, nor Astral nor Yuma.]

[adminproof]

Haha...a simple, honest, and decisive answer! I would say it is so very human...though I know you are not one.

[What can he say? Septentriones Star aliens can probably smell out other star aliens. Well, he doesn't know about the star alien part, but he's certainly not a normal human, nor demon nor angel.

feel free to correct me on this or if you feel this is going too far with infomodding!]

[jyajyaaan]

.......?

[If he hadn't predicted the possibility of something like this happening sooner or later he would have physically flinched or flailed somehow. After all he is still a Barian, even when the Astral Code had been used to 'give him another chance as a human' and the very air of this place forces him to take on and remain in a human shape that has very little (and yet very much) to do with his actual one.]

What do you mean?

[adminproof]

Hm? Was I unclear with my words? I meant exactly what I said.

[He assumes a sitting position, legs crossed and hovering all the while, as if sitting down on an invisible, floating chair himself.]

What I sense from you is not the same as what I sense from humans.

[Or demons or angels.]

[jyajyaaan]

...Oh. [His expression turns sad as he takes a single step back. His right hand curls unconsciously over where a human's heart would be.]

So it's noticeable, huh? That he... -I'm really no longer really human, am I?

[adminproof]

I don't know. Are you?

[Hm...from the sound of it, he may have been forced/coerced to take a new form...?

Saiduq calmly points a finger at the other.]

Only you can answer such a question.

[jyajyaaan]

[He takes a deep breath and for a moment it looks like he wants to say something, really, really badly -But then something in his eyes changes and he quickly turns his head to the side to avoid Saiduq's gaze as his hand drops to his side where it curls into a tight little fist.]

...That's not very funny.

[adminproof]

Funny? I am neither jesting nor mocking.

[He's completely serious about this.]

What do you feel? Whatever your feelings are, it's how you address them that is important.

[Saiduq can't give Vector the answer, not when each and every being has their own unique one.]

[jyajyaaan]

. . . . . [He looks at him for a moment longer, looking stunned before a flicker of something close to anger crosses his face just to be fought down right away.

What he feels? What's up with the nonexistent logic of this pseudo-philosophical crap?! Don't make him laugh, he's feeling repulsed enough as is with his current bodily curcumstances as is!

Giving Saiduq a last glance, he lowers his head so that his bags hide his eyes.]

In that case I'd prefer it if you don't bring it up anymore. I'm me. I don't care who or what thinks they have a right to shape me, that's my choice.

[adminproof]

......

[Saiduq might be socially awkward, but even he knows when he's hit a button. Ah, he was probably being too presumptuous again. Too selfish and pushy, imposing his own image of someone over someone else, over who they actually were. More than one person has suffered from it.]

...All right. I shall speak no more of this matter.

[jyajyaaan]

...Thanks.

[Turning to go, he gives him a last glance over his shoulder.]

I'm going to start the game now. I don't know what you have picked, but I wish you the best of luck.

[adminproof]

...The same to you. Good luck with your endeavor.

[And with that, he waves farewell before fading out of sight.]