Jul. 2nd, 2009 @ 09:35 am
A newcomer is sitting in a corner, not too far from the Sign. When he speaks, he markedly doesn't turn his head to look at anyone.
"Why is life so damned unfair?"
You are feeling:
A rather skinny man, who appears in his middle age, is carrying, papers, books, an odd mechanical butterfly net and what appears to be a something like a square metal detonator but is not. He's been walking awhile trying to find a place for a lab. Some papers fly to the floor. The fairy hunter bends sidewards to pick them up, and upon hearing the question out of thin air, turns and replies bitter; "I could ask you the same question."
"Could you, now?" Harvey asks bitterly. "And what have you lost?"
Turning fully over to the other man, still holding all his items with the support of his knees, was able to peek over the sack and remark to the other individual; "My dignity." As well as Crocker's hair, and girlfriend, not to mention fairies. "What about you. What have you lost?" Stating the end sentence in such a way as if the questionnaire himself was miserable.
"Life is what you make of it," a golden and purple robot says with a shrug, "Or afterlife, perhaps."
"No it isn't. You can try your hardest to help people and still have your whole life ruined by random chance."
"Help people," the robot says, "Yah, never really got that when I was online. One needs to help themselves first, as far as I was concerned. Do understand about random chance, however..."
"So that we," opines a quiet voice, barely more than a whisper, "may set the balance right. Life would be empty, without a challenge." The speaker is a woman, pale and small, with a distinctly Victorian taste in fashion.
"And when we fall? What then?"
"Then we find it in ourselves to stand again. Should we need a hand to rise, then soon or late, it shall come." She extends a lace-gloved hand, palm-down, to him. "Have you fallen?"
"I think it's because the ability to think comes with the ability to compare ourselves to others. We see that other people have things we want, and wonder why they get those things and we don't. And people are, in my experience, exceptionally good at painting things in the worst possible light. It's probably somebody's idea of a cruel joke, making us make ourselves miserable like that."
Whether she can see his face or not, Ali would be unaffected by the sight. Even pregnant as she is, she's no delicate flower.
"That's a descriprion. It's not an answer." He sighs.
"Sometimes they can be the same thing," she points out. "But if you prefer, I'll sum up: life is miserable because we make it that way. We're our own worst enemies."
It'll be fixed in the next edition, honest. But you're probably going to have to re-roll.
Harvey bursts out laughing.
Den looks up from her little corner, "Because Life isn't fair...only people
can be fair, and more often than not, pardon my language, they fuck that up."
"Yes, but why? What idiot decided that it's not fair?
"Hell, why do people fuck it up so much?"
"If I knew what idiot it was, I'd gladly kick his or her ass...as for people..." Den's chuckle is a wry one, "Wizard's first rule: People are stupid...It was true centuries ago, it's still just as true now, sadly..."
"Right you are!" He laughs, rather hysterically.
An old partner of mine would say it's because God is a sadist, but to some extent he also believed that facing difficulties forces people to strive harder and become more than they would be if everything was just handed to them.
"Maybe they strive harder. Or maybe they snap, and then what?"
There are no guarantees. Some people's lives are full of catastrophes and disadvantages from birth. It's not fair, it just is
. Life doesn't care if you bend or break. All you can do is the best you can and grab what you can get.
"It's not life that's unfair--it's the system that's unfair," Aion says.
"It's all unfair.
"I tried to change the system, you see. And life wouldn't let me."