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01 - handwritten and voice
[The page is covered with notes on the roses she has been tending – measurements of growth, records of infections and fungus attacks, times of watering – everything that might be useful to the next generation of plants. Rita reaches over and scrawls the number at the bottom of the page, and then watches in disbelief as half the notes disappear beneath a wall of text.
She reads carefully over as many of the old posts as she can, following the links to the FAQ. As she reads, she mutters out loud to herself.]
This is so weird. It seems so impossible, and yet it’s happening. I’m sure it is happening. I haven’t gone mad, though the world might have. And the roses. How do I explain them? Why do they feel so familiar?
[She realizes that this is being transmitted.]
Well that’s awkward. My apologies to anyone who runs across this. I didn't realize how, ah, flexible the system was. And if you are listening, then I suppose I should say nice to meet you.
She reads carefully over as many of the old posts as she can, following the links to the FAQ. As she reads, she mutters out loud to herself.]
This is so weird. It seems so impossible, and yet it’s happening. I’m sure it is happening. I haven’t gone mad, though the world might have. And the roses. How do I explain them? Why do they feel so familiar?
[She realizes that this is being transmitted.]
Well that’s awkward. My apologies to anyone who runs across this. I didn't realize how, ah, flexible the system was. And if you are listening, then I suppose I should say nice to meet you.
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[Amrita almost doesn't say anything else, but she has to talk to someone about this, and oops, Julien is a listening ear.]
You know, when the roses appeared, I was with the head of my department. He was off to a college dinner, and he asked me to give him a rose for his suit. So I did, and it was yellow, pretty close to his hair colour actually. And just now I wanted to give you a blue rose, and you have blue hair too.
I don't even know what I'm thinking. What kind of memory would be strongly connected to giving people roses? I don't even especially like roses.
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Maybe the other you just likes matching flowers to people. Someone with a strong aesthetic sense? These things are always confusing.
What if I said my hair was naturally mostly black and I bleach and dye it, and I've really got to make an appointment soon to get my roots?
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I guess I would find the hair dye comforting.
Thank you for being so sensible about this. I guess I just find the whole transition of having another person in my head unnerving. I'm very used to being me.
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Oh, it's very unnerving! I know just one person who doesn't find himself and the person in his memories to feel different at all. That would make things so much easier.
The Apostle seems so coolly focused, not like me at all, but I keep getting pieces of his mind. Guess I'll be more useful if I'm more like him, but... yeesh.
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<small<[Amrita ducks off and sniffs at the purple rose.}</small>
Yes, the purple roses smell strange as well. I caught wine and musk and poppies and metal. And the blue roses smell like old-fashioned sweets and sunshine. There must be a logic behind them, but I can't figure it out.
I don't think being useful is worth giving up your self for. I certainly know <i>I</i> couldn't make that choice.
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It seems to be out of my hands. Maybe I'm already not myself. But there are people I care about here. Even if the Apostle wouldn't care, he'd still want to protect them, and be better at it than I am.
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Yes. I'll keep an eye on them, and see what conclusions I can draw.
That's very noble of you. But something in me says that it's a bad idea. That you're better off staying yourself, even if that means you can't protect everyone.
I don't know why I think that though.
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Hmm. I know I'm changing, as a person I mean. I don't think I'd be doing this a few month ago. What's the other me and what's just me, though? Sometimes it's hard to tell.
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[And then she laughs, because sometimes, what else can you do?]
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When would be a good time to bring the roses over?
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[he means if things go badly enough that he gets killed. What a cheerful thought, Jules.]
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