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[viva_la_materia]

This food is people!

I mean, okay, it's kind of cool that they got it to look so...real? Is real the right word? Like, I can still tell this is a hot dog or a cake or whatever, but it's really, really...people-shaped. Some of 'em even look familiar. Hunh.

This is still totally twisted, though. Cake is awesome but it gets way less appealing when you have to chop up somebody's face to eat any. Especially somebody you know.

Comments

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

So you advise her that food is food, but won't eat it yourself.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It is up to her if it will poison or not. Many are eating it. None are dead yet, hm?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Yet.
In a world that seems to thrive watching us react, I doubt a poison would be right away. They still have to get their money's worth from the picnic first.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, and poison, it is a good way to do it. Everyone can decide for themselves. I will not make people eat. People will not make me eat. We all do what we want, no?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Within the limits this world inflicts on us, yeah.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

There is that, yes.

I do not much like this place.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I think you would be hard-pressed to find someone who does.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

And yet, it is here. So someone, somewhere, they must like it, no?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Someone, somewhere. Probably from a safe distance, like behind an observation mirror, while we go about unaware of just when we're being watched, and when we're not.

Someone once called it a social experiment, and I'm not sure they're far off.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Myself, I call it stupidity. What is the gain in trapping people here and watching them, like insects in an insect farm? I tell you, there is none.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ah. I take it you've never studied psychology, then. Or interrogation.

The gain? Information. Amusement. A chance to live vicariously through others. Satisfaction for the morbidly curious. A sense of power from having another creature dependent and at your mercy. Any reason man has ever caged anything for a zoo or for the purposes of scientific experiments, or spied on a creature in its natural habitat.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

No, my good man, I would say I have not.

Information? From those who do not have any left? Or are you saying that they lift it, wholesale, from our heads and then do as they please? These are stupid reasons to trap people. We have nothing.

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I see.

Your definition is too limited. Information is not necessarily memories or identity, anything we knowingly have to give, and I'm not suggesting they can steal memories from our heads directly. [No, after the Toushi thing, he would not put Genius into the line of fire like that.] Information re: behavior: decision-making, social interaction... We don't have "nothing"; we've just been reduced to our bare minimum. Like scraping the fancy exterior of a clock so you can see how the gears work. Maybe the memory loss was just the first part of a dissection. Each event is a shock, a tap, a poke to muscles and organs to see just how we work, and break.

They're undoubtedly learning about us by observing us through their experiments. To what ends, though, I don't know.

Struck out after a moment

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Myself, I feel that the fancy exterior says more. To scrape is to wind up with less.