Samuel
An open field that's framed with trees
We pick a spot and shoot the breeze
"A...what?" Sam asked, tilting his head. Seeing someone laugh at the description of Ludo was certainly a new experience; those that weren't aligned with the Old God usually shuddered upon seeing or hearing of it for the first time.
The technology that Cam was speaking of was, Sam hoped, many years away. The Voice could probably achieve something close, but he could not see the benefits of soulless copies over personal rewrites. Maybe it was bias (it definitely was), but he thought he'd much rather not read a book than read a version of it made with no human additions.
A quite traditional view on technology for an Ascended, but he'd always been a book nerd first and foremost.
"Anyway, for the price of being tricked by my fake work outside, I'd permit you take anything you like from the store for free." He gestured to the many shelves and piles beyond that, books on the tables and any available surface in the room.
The technology that Cam was speaking of was, Sam hoped, many years away. The Voice could probably achieve something close, but he could not see the benefits of soulless copies over personal rewrites. Maybe it was bias (it definitely was), but he thought he'd much rather not read a book than read a version of it made with no human additions.
A quite traditional view on technology for an Ascended, but he'd always been a book nerd first and foremost.
"Anyway, for the price of being tricked by my fake work outside, I'd permit you take anything you like from the store for free." He gestured to the many shelves and piles beyond that, books on the tables and any available surface in the room.
All we see is sky for forever
We let the world pass by for forever
