oia
"I would not presume to speak on their behalf. Rae is fairly neutral about the entire enterprise, as they normally are. Vi dislikes that the Voice is encroaching on his terrain in the creation of new life. Mort abhors that she doesn't let the souls into his domain. When an ascended die, they return to her, not to him."
Now, you aren't good at lying. You should be, given that you offer almost no facial expressions to contradict what you're saying, but you simply don't understand the point of lying. Except in this case. In this case, you could see the benefit. Even so, you don't. "That might not always be possible." You reply and in a shocking bout of forethought, you tell him why before he asks. "Some of my experiments must be conducted without the subject knowing that the experiment has begun. Prior knowledge or consent can ruin the results."
You do frown at what he says next, opening to a different section in your book and making a note of this warning. You're not surprised to learn that the human-animals here aren't particularly studious, though you wouldn't have minded being surprised.
"I don't know." You reply. "I've never met her. All the reports I have of the ascended are three hundred and ten years old now." Much had likely changed between then and now, the Voice's initial creations having given way to more efficient and elegant iterations. Again, you shake your head. you're not even sure that what you've mentioned is possible, but that wasn't what he had asked.
Now, you aren't good at lying. You should be, given that you offer almost no facial expressions to contradict what you're saying, but you simply don't understand the point of lying. Except in this case. In this case, you could see the benefit. Even so, you don't. "That might not always be possible." You reply and in a shocking bout of forethought, you tell him why before he asks. "Some of my experiments must be conducted without the subject knowing that the experiment has begun. Prior knowledge or consent can ruin the results."
You do frown at what he says next, opening to a different section in your book and making a note of this warning. You're not surprised to learn that the human-animals here aren't particularly studious, though you wouldn't have minded being surprised.
"I don't know." You reply. "I've never met her. All the reports I have of the ascended are three hundred and ten years old now." Much had likely changed between then and now, the Voice's initial creations having given way to more efficient and elegant iterations. Again, you shake your head. you're not even sure that what you've mentioned is possible, but that wasn't what he had asked.
of course it's exhausting, having to reason all
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
