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[IC post-trauma post]

[....from Umeda's office, where the door is closed for once, comes the sound of Blade Runner.]

((OOC: Everyone and their mother, including Akiha and Io, have dropped in this last little while; Umeda's indulging in his comfort movie. *g* Anyone can feel free to jump this post to catch the movie with him or harass him after it to cheer him up; this post isn't for anyone specific -- I just didn't think I could manage a main-comm post that might hit a few thousand again, but anyone's still free to come and bug Umeda. Got an appointment? Meant to return something to him? Heard about the drops? Come by and say hi.))

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*calling out* Are you busy at the moment?

[hesitates, like he wants to say yes]

...Nah, come in.

*goes in, and closes the door again behind him.*

It is rare that you close your office. I can leave if you do not feel like having company.

I was just takin' some quiet time, it's no big deal.

What movie is this?

Blade Runner. Ever heard of it?

I am not what one would call well-versed in regard to movies. So, no.

It's a dystopian movie about the nature of humanity in an artificial world.

Artificial in what sense?

Okay, it's about a future where people have created, like, replica humans to do the dirty chores of normal humans, and after there's a rebellion, they're declared illegal and people, blade runners, hunt them down to kill 'em. So artificial in the sense of human-made.

I figured as far as human-made. There are many different ways that a human-made environment could manifest itself, though. For example, one could make an argument that the maintenance of communications via the programs on the computers is the creation of an artificial social environment.

The movie sounds like an interesting theoretical concept, though it does not strike me as something that would be particularly entertaining. Then again, I make no claim to being any sort of arbiter of entertainment.

Sure, and that's one of the things the author dealt with a lot. It's based on books by this guy who questioned the nature of electronics as affecting human society a lot.

Ehh, it's got a lot of action themes and questions the nature of humanity. It's a cult classic, man.

I have never been a lover of fictional works, in general; I prefer to deal with things more directly.

It has, at times, been mind-boggling for me to even deal with the level of technology here. If I remember my time here when I return home, it will most likely end up as a most irritating situation -- the ones who were not here will have far more interest in such topics than I and are bound to be filled with questions that I could not possibly hope to answer.

Not everything can be dealt with directly.

Ehh, you've been here a while, right? If you even ask one question a week, you're gonna have lots to tell 'em.

Then I will deal with what I can.

One year, eight months, one week and six days. And there will be so many other things on which I would rather spend my time.

Sure, but are you gonna ignore other things that will help work to change people's minds?

Eh, it's none of my business.

*teeeeeeensy tiny smile to himself* That is the reason that I do not normally work alone.

So what are you filling your life with, these days?

There was singing.

I can see that's totally more worthwhile than learning about the current era.

*haet >(*

I can assure you that it was not voluntary. Neither was the dancing. Nor the dress. Camp was out to have its fun.

I love how you're telling me all these details.

Just in case there was any doubt regarding the true nature of the thing.

That aside, the atmosphere has been strange lately, with so many people leaving.

...tch.

In the one instance that was personally relevant for me, there was the opportunity to have a brief conversation before his exit through the barrier. Do you know of a camper by the name of Pell, by any chance?

It is curious that I find that I have just now reconciled myself to the fact that the departure of a person from here means that I will never see that person again, with the departure of myself leading to separation from any that remain. In truth, I had not previously been aware of that inevitability causing me any unrest to speak of, and yet...

How many people whom you know have left as of late?

((Heading to bed now! I should be around tomorrow, though.))

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