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taxonomites2010-02-24 02:52 am
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003. (visual) a list of the qualities a good girl lacks
"Hello, Taxon."
Leila greets anyone paying attention out there with a small smile, seated as she is on a grassy section in the forest, several paces away from the greenhouse Sol (and now Ambrose) has occupied, though it's not quite in view, thus making her location more difficult to distinguish. She's sleeveless, today, which means much of her white ink clockwork tattoo is exposed; she's proud of it, so she sees no reason not to show it off.
"So," she begins, "I've been wondering a few things: why do you think so many people here come from the same world? It's overwhelmingly dominated by people from Earth, and it seems to primarily be modern-day Earth, at that.
"Many of us seem to speak the same common language- our captors' idea of convenience, possibly? English isn't my first language, but I'm fluent enough in it. The relatively low level of apparent ethnic diversity can be rationalized, but if we're really all abducted by aliens, they certainly seem to have their preferences when it comes to targets, don't they? I don't have any answers here, but I'm certain I'm not the only one still asking questions. Maybe between us some sort of conclusion can be reached, eventually, and with data we can make progress- I'm aware by now I'm not the only scientist present, but if anyone else I have yet to meet happens to fall into the same profession, please introduce yourselves. I'm listening."
She's not going to admit she's the youngest researcher in her group at home and probably here, too, and thus knows the expertise of others is necessary, but she is aware, at least. This is followed by a careful, considering pause; Leila's been very detachedly amiable up to this point, and avoided being too technical, by her own standards, but now her tone changes to something cooler and more controlled, which in her is generally a tough-skinned cover for guardedness.
"Oh. One more thing. These glitches that people experience. How long do they usually last?"
Leila greets anyone paying attention out there with a small smile, seated as she is on a grassy section in the forest, several paces away from the greenhouse Sol (and now Ambrose) has occupied, though it's not quite in view, thus making her location more difficult to distinguish. She's sleeveless, today, which means much of her white ink clockwork tattoo is exposed; she's proud of it, so she sees no reason not to show it off.
"So," she begins, "I've been wondering a few things: why do you think so many people here come from the same world? It's overwhelmingly dominated by people from Earth, and it seems to primarily be modern-day Earth, at that.
"Many of us seem to speak the same common language- our captors' idea of convenience, possibly? English isn't my first language, but I'm fluent enough in it. The relatively low level of apparent ethnic diversity can be rationalized, but if we're really all abducted by aliens, they certainly seem to have their preferences when it comes to targets, don't they? I don't have any answers here, but I'm certain I'm not the only one still asking questions. Maybe between us some sort of conclusion can be reached, eventually, and with data we can make progress- I'm aware by now I'm not the only scientist present, but if anyone else I have yet to meet happens to fall into the same profession, please introduce yourselves. I'm listening."
She's not going to admit she's the youngest researcher in her group at home and probably here, too, and thus knows the expertise of others is necessary, but she is aware, at least. This is followed by a careful, considering pause; Leila's been very detachedly amiable up to this point, and avoided being too technical, by her own standards, but now her tone changes to something cooler and more controlled, which in her is generally a tough-skinned cover for guardedness.
"Oh. One more thing. These glitches that people experience. How long do they usually last?"
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"I don't think I have any answers either," he said, a bit glumly. "I I can tell you that English is the official language of my world, but that's...maybe some weird parallel dimensiony thingy." Yes, that is the technical term. "Maybe the same thing's going on here?"
He did have a solid response for the last part. "It kinda varies. I know I had my brain back for a little over a week, my friend Levi was turned human for just a few days...that's the usual range, b-but sometimes it's longer. I've been trying to track them, it-" Faint chuckle goes here. "It seems appropriate."
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"But yes, studying the errors is definitely a promising idea. Do you think they're ever deliberately induced?"
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He tilted his head at the question, then shrugged. "By us? Kidnapees? It hasn't been reported, b-but since the...glitches usually aren't good things I'm not sure anyone would want one."
Aside fro him, at least. He'd downright begged the aliens to re-glitch him when they'd called to ask their questions, but all he got was a garbled apology.
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She does have some anecdata, some things she has been told, that suggests the people in charge have a somewhat cruel sense of humor.
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