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buywithme[Prefect wouldn't just by random coincidence ask for Sam over the journals, so I'm going to say that he was going to see Sam to ask him for something completely irrelevant and found the room empty. No crossing out in the writing because he did it all in his head first, and no, he's not mentioning that this was brought on by Sam leaving.]
Comrades! Consumers! Is not progress the most beautiful of all things? And are we few? We united and divided few not elevated to the most supreme and final conclusion of this progress? Is this not the route to enlightenment? Do not despair for absence is the inevitable, those we think we can depend on are not our friends but our competitors, those who have discovered the currency with which to purchase freedom from progress and return to history. Comrades, when the world gives you what you want you don't care about those you promised not to leave behind! Comrades, when we give you what you really want? You won't care who you leave behind either.
So don't sit around screaming at the Barge or The Admiral or each other over the absent friends and lost lovers you just assumed would always be there? Instead observe this decay as incentive, The only things that you cna keep are the things that you own, not the things you love or the things you think you mean or the things you think love you, only the great eternal product, the purchase, the item, COMRADES! This is the end! This is how it is concluded! And getting better or caring more or suffering more WILL NOT SAVE YOU! So fill your death with the things that will. The things you get to keep, the things that don't stay with you under the pretence of love, but rather the honesty of ownership. Comrades, let us never again affect, but rather amass! Let us forget the decaying ideals that keep betraying us and move forward to buy, posess, contain, and rejoice in the constant, because the gods are dead and the last of them walked out of here weeks ago and everyone will leave you.
Comrades, this is the universes entire selling point, if you depend on the things you can keep you will die with nothing. This way? My way? At least it's a kind of nothing you can hold in your hand.
Comrades! Consumers! Is not progress the most beautiful of all things? And are we few? We united and divided few not elevated to the most supreme and final conclusion of this progress? Is this not the route to enlightenment? Do not despair for absence is the inevitable, those we think we can depend on are not our friends but our competitors, those who have discovered the currency with which to purchase freedom from progress and return to history. Comrades, when the world gives you what you want you don't care about those you promised not to leave behind! Comrades, when we give you what you really want? You won't care who you leave behind either.
So don't sit around screaming at the Barge or The Admiral or each other over the absent friends and lost lovers you just assumed would always be there? Instead observe this decay as incentive, The only things that you cna keep are the things that you own, not the things you love or the things you think you mean or the things you think love you, only the great eternal product, the purchase, the item, COMRADES! This is the end! This is how it is concluded! And getting better or caring more or suffering more WILL NOT SAVE YOU! So fill your death with the things that will. The things you get to keep, the things that don't stay with you under the pretence of love, but rather the honesty of ownership. Comrades, let us never again affect, but rather amass! Let us forget the decaying ideals that keep betraying us and move forward to buy, posess, contain, and rejoice in the constant, because the gods are dead and the last of them walked out of here weeks ago and everyone will leave you.
Comrades, this is the universes entire selling point, if you depend on the things you can keep you will die with nothing. This way? My way? At least it's a kind of nothing you can hold in your hand.
5/5 Private - Strikes readable only if taking lots of time to decipher
Date: 2009-05-11 02:07 am (UTC)I'm sorry. I miss you, Prefect. I want to talk to you again, like we used to.Why are we even fighting?I've never hated you. I was jealous, angry. I hated-- hate how much you effect me.I'm not used to being so.. vulnerable.Forgive me.1/3 - Prefect never ever reads anyones strikes, sorry :c
Date: 2009-05-11 06:48 pm (UTC)2/3 Private
Date: 2009-05-11 06:49 pm (UTC)3/3
Date: 2009-05-11 06:57 pm (UTC)Nothing in this place is solid, everyone is always lying or changing their minds or coming or going or contradicting themselves. You were my friend, but you hated me, and you left, but you're angry at me for leaving you alone when you told me to leave you alone.
Comrade, everything here changes so much and so fast that
I'm afraid it becomes meaningless. The Factory is absolute. Even if I can't even finish what I started anymore, the imperatives don't change. What is expected of me doesn't change.
Brother, I don't know what it is you expect of me.
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Date: 2009-05-11 08:31 pm (UTC)I.. don't expect anything.
I wantI justI hoped we could start over, Prefect. We both said and did things we didn't mean, shouldn't have said, done. Together, we were great. Special. This might destroy everything. Do you really want to walk away from this? End it? Continuing hating me?
Private
Date: 2009-05-11 10:17 pm (UTC)...
I do want to be friends again, but--
Could we not be special please? We tried that last time, this time could we just be normal?
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Date: 2009-05-12 02:45 am (UTC)I don't know, I2/2 Private - Prefect's the only person that can do this to him
Date: 2009-05-12 02:46 am (UTC)With you, maybe being normal will be enough.
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Date: 2009-05-12 09:36 am (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-05-13 02:39 am (UTC)Don't..Please don't call me that. It's 'Sylar'.
Private - See him fail!
Date: 2009-05-13 02:44 am (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-05-13 02:55 am (UTC)That's fine.
Private
Date: 2009-05-13 02:57 am (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-05-13 03:00 am (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2009-05-13 03:10 am (UTC)If it makes you feel better, I'll forgive you for that.
Private - Ouch. Way to make him feel like shit.
Date: 2009-05-13 03:16 am (UTC)Private - He was saying that it wasn't Sylars fault :c
Date: 2009-05-13 03:18 am (UTC)Private - Sylar read it as YOU LET ME TURN MYSELF INTO FACTORY AGAIN JERK
Date: 2009-05-13 03:26 am (UTC)How are you feeling? About Sam leaving?
Private - Prefect STILL doesn't think that going Factory was a bad plan. Just the execution of it.
Date: 2009-05-13 03:34 am (UTC)Sam wanted to be somewhere else, that's his choice.
Private
Date: 2009-05-13 03:36 am (UTC)Private - He's in some hard denial here.
Date: 2009-05-13 03:40 am (UTC)It's his imperative to leave. If he wants to be elsewhere then why would I possibly want him to stay?
Private
Date: 2009-05-13 03:48 am (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-05-13 03:53 am (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-05-13 03:54 am (UTC)What if Harvey left?
1/2 - Private
Date: 2009-05-13 03:59 am (UTC)2/2 Private
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