[ By this point it's clear that avoiding those stupid shards is a lot harder than it should be, so Nanaly is pretty much done worrying about them. She's out in the garden enjoying the sun -- it's almost a new week and who knows if she'll get this again in the next place -- and if she happens to come in contact with a shard while she's out there, then that's life.
Hm. Technically, this is kind of a boxed garden too, huh. ]
[Sometimes, you exchange one jamjar for another jamjar.
Monika frowns when the memory ends, lifting one hand to touch her forehead — right on the spot where those people had that strange lens embedded on their foreheads.]
[ Ah. She frowns a little too, just because she doesn't love how personal that last bit got, but... ]
The one Elraine wanted.
[ That answer is followed by sort of a displeased sigh. ]
It wasn't like that before, but she went back and changed the outcome of this war that was fought in our world a long time ago... and by doing that, she changed the whole course of history since then. All so everyone would devote themselves to the Goddess and live her vision of a happy life.
Oh, yeah, definitely. They weren't quite this bad in my time before she changed things, but it was still really messed up. People going by numbers instead of names and having everything provided for them so they never have to feel anything but that false happiness.
Pretty much. I mean, most of 'em chose it, aside from the kids born into it, and they think it's great. But I wouldn't call it living as a human. Not in any meaningful way, anyway.
No, I wouldn't either. I mean, isn't being allowed to make mistakes and earn your keep part of what makes people... well, people?
[As she says this, though, Monika's daemon takes the opportunity to plop down between the flowers — knocking another shard onto them and causing another memory to resurface. Whew!]
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Hm. Technically, this is kind of a boxed garden too, huh. ]
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Monika frowns when the memory ends, lifting one hand to touch her forehead — right on the spot where those people had that strange lens embedded on their foreheads.]
Just what kind of world was that...?
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The one Elraine wanted.
[ That answer is followed by sort of a displeased sigh. ]
It wasn't like that before, but she went back and changed the outcome of this war that was fought in our world a long time ago... and by doing that, she changed the whole course of history since then. All so everyone would devote themselves to the Goddess and live her vision of a happy life.
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[She trails off for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows.]
I mean, I can't blame her for wanting to change the world. But isn't that kind of thing sort of... cultish?
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[As she says this, though, Monika's daemon takes the opportunity to plop down between the flowers — knocking another shard onto them and causing another memory to resurface. Whew!]