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by **Will Stanton** » Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:01 pm

Will, now back to his normal self, was in the music room, plinking around on a piano.

He was actually not that bad.

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by **Emilie** » Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:27 pm

Emilie wandered into the music room out of curiosity of who was playing music. She didn't recognize him but she greeted him anyways. "Yo."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:40 pm

"Hi there."

by **Emilie** » Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:52 pm

"Whacha playing?" She asked.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 12:11 am

"A piano, it appears!"

In truth, it was 'Because', by the Beatles.

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 12:49 am

Unfortunately, Emilie had a huge time travel gap and had not experienced the sixties. " The song seems familiar but dunno why..."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:18 am

"You like it? It just came to me."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:53 am

"It's lovely. Do you know any others?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 2:00 am

"A couple," Will said, shifting to something a bit more upbeat.

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 2:17 am

Emilie moved to sit next to Will. "May I?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 2:24 am

"Sure thing!"

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 3:11 am

"Do you know this one?" She asked? Beginning to play a well known melody, or at least the bit played on her end of the piano, leaving the main portion of the song up to Will to see if he could guess.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 3:45 am

"Yeah, I think I've heard that one," Will said, joining in, hesitantly at first.

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 3:48 am

"Sounds right to me." She smiled at Will reassuringly.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 3:52 am

"Really? Great. I've never played one of these before."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 3:55 am

"You're a natural then." She laughed. Unsure if he was being serious or sarcastic, Emilie always assumed sarcasm was the way to go in life.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 3:58 am

"I must be!" he said, adding in some improvisational flourishes, growing a sixth finger on each hand to complicate things.

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:05 am

Emilie didn't seem bothered by his magically appearing digit, but then she'd seen some shit.

"Let's just hope you aren't as magically talented at everything, or we'll have to assume you're actually a pod person."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:16 am

"What are those?"

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:20 am

"Fictional doppleganger aliens pretending to be us peoples."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:26 am

"I don't think I'm any of those."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:26 am

"Yer not a people? You seem like a people to me."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:38 am

"That's what Sam says. I dunno."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:42 am

"What makes you doubt it?" She asked, tilting her head to the side while she looked at Will.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:55 am

"I've only really been one for a few years now. I'm still trying to figure out if it's better."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:00 am

"Well, I will certainly admit there are many downsides to being a people. But there are also many advantages too.

Ultimately, no one can really say being a people is better than being anything else, as most peoples don't have the option." Emilie had no idea what he meant by he had only been a person for a short period of time, but decided not to question it and take the conversation at face value.

"I suspect the real answer lies in whether or not you think being a people is better for you and what you want for yourself. Do you prefer it?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:12 am

"I don't know yet! I like this, certainly. Communicating and whatnot. But I'm not sure I've figured out what I'm supposed to do."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:13 am

"Do you want to know a secret?" She asked, sounding somewhat conspiratory.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:18 am

"Sure! I'm good at keeping secrets."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:20 am

"None of us know what we're supposed to be doing. Anyone who ever tells you otherwise is trying to sell you something."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:21 am

"See, that sounds like a major point against things."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:30 pm

"Do you think so?" She asked, and paused in thought. She thought it a very naive way of thinking. Usually, the idea that all people were lost was something teens tended to respond to in her experience, unless they had some severe depression.

The statement gave a bit away about the other student. If he had been a grown person for a few years and still felt this way, that meant to her that however he got this way in the first place, be it by magic or science, the parties responsible didn't have enough good sense to mentally mature him before hatching. Which meant he was a child in an adult's body... much the opposite of her own problem.

"I don't. I find it terribly romantic.

A thing with a defined or restrictive purpose is limited by the constructs of that purpose. A dog will only ever be a dog. A lamp, itself.

But a people is a thing that is only limited by their imagination and the confines of what their body can do. By defining your own 'supposed to' 's, you become an individual entity unlike any of the others. Other things can't do that. "

Even some people can't. She thought to herself in melancholy, her smile turning just a bit sad at the edges.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:31 pm

"But a lamp knows what it's there for. You say 'limited', but it's fulfilling it's potential. It's doing what it was meant to do. That...

...That certainty of purpose. That feeling that you're doing the thing in life that you are best at and that makes everyone happiest--that's a feeling that, apparently, people never have. That's a bad thing. I...

...I think...I think I had a purpose. Once. I don't know what it was."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:09 pm

Emilie paused again, trying to decipher the boys thoughts on the subject.

"I think a lot of people feel the same hopelessness you feel when thinking on the fact that the purpose of one's life is to define it... But you're confusing a function with a purpose. Unless a lamp contains advanced AI, a lamp doesn't know it's a lamp. It doesn't know anything. A object with no thinking power cannot feel self-gratification at a job well done.

And it's not that people never have it, they just need to find it for themselves. No people would be happy being told what their purpose is. That's also part of being people."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:20 pm

"Oh, you'd be surprised. A lamp doesn't need AI to know it's doing it's job well. Trust me on that."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:21 pm

"You talk to lamps?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:24 pm

"Talking is such a human-centric term, but I suppose you could put it that way. I've been a lot of things."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:28 pm

Been a lot of things... A shape shifter then? It would explain the extra finger.

"Ah, but your experiences as a thing are not the same as another's. Which can be said of people too. Unless you asked the lamp in some fashion and the lamp answers back, there's no way to know how other lamps feel about their purpose. Simply put, the only thing you can say as a definite is that you enjoyed your experience as a lamp, no?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:31 pm

"No, I wouldn't put it that way," Will said, trying to find a way to put things into words. '

"Everything has....an essence, I guess you could say. A...power and spirit all of their own. If you learn to...listen, though that's not the right word...you can feel it."

by **Emilie** » Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:39 pm

Emilie tried to fight the skepticism on her face. Her hands having abandoned the keys a few sentences ago, she decided to probe this other being to see if he was for real, or talkin' bushwa. She also figured to continue to argue the point would just lead them in circles again, and 'no you're wrong' was rude. This at least might be entertaining.

Having been wearing her giant display of doodads which always announced her arrival, she looked down at her belts.

"If that's the case, what of my things? Anything stand out to you?" She asked, testing him to see if he could really feel the emotional attachment to the objects or any of their significance or meaning. She had to assume this was what he felt when he talked of objects having essence. She refused to believe lamps felt purpose, but she was willing to entertain the idea that basic, unintelligent objects had signatures on them, perhaps placed there by the meaning humans placed upon them. A light might really be 'happy' to serve, if one meant that humans and other beings felt happy in it's presence and tainted the lamp with that emotion.

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