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buywithme[Prefect clicks on his video, and he's clearly relaxing. He's sitting in a small, neat cafe, with an expensive looking coffee in front of him. His hands are clean, but the cuffs of his sleeves are ringed with blood.]
Friends, three days ago, I thought that your claiming ignorance was just a coordinated attempt to get out of having to pay your debts, and while I believe taking that course of action to be irresponsible and futile, It's a very understandable motivation. [He taps the side of his coffee cup and frowns.] There's a difference, however, between trying to save your own life, and trying to attack the foundations of a company which does good. A company to which, need I remind you, we all owe our lives!
Let me ask you all something: Do you think organs grow on trees? Do you think that they fall out of the sky? Do you think that GeneCo is able to produce them magically and with no personal financial expenditure? Do you think that the surgeons who do the work can afford to live without payment?
Now I am sorry that you've all found yourselves in this position. I'm sorry, that we all get sick, and I'm sorry that there is no magical solution where organs appear out of thin air, and cost nothing. That isn't the world we live in though. Other people still need treatment, and when you refuse to pay your debts, and try to get away without returning what is GeneCo's property? Those are the people who suffer, because GeneCo can't afford to give them the organs they need at the prices they can manage to pay. Without us? They die. They all die.
[He takes a long drink of his coffee, emptying the cup before raising to his feet.]
GeneCo saved us. Rotti Largo, the man who cured the world, looked down upon our failing bodies and recreated them in his own image! You might be angry and you might be upset, but this company reached into the jaws of death and lifted us up, from damnation to something beyond and better than humanity! GeneCo did this for each and every one of us, and the world we live in now is built upon the back of their labour! When each and every one of you signed your contracts you embraced your role as a part of this world! You accepted the salvation which GeneCo offered, and you entered into a covenant to repay them for it. Friends, if you are unable or unwilling to do that then it is you who has broken your oath, not them.
[There's a dreamy, romantic quality in his eyes now, and the pseudo religious tone which has crept into his tone is familiar to anyone who's known him for long. It's the way he used to talk about the Factory.]
You have to understand that without GeneCo, society as we know it ceases to exist. Humanity ceases to exist. There are no other options, there is no other way, this is the path drawn out by destiny, evolution, and existence, mapped out and led by the great guiding hand of the Largo family! Deviation from it leads only to the true end of history. So friends, brothers, do not be afraid. Yes we are coming for you, and yes you will die, but the heart that beats within you now will live on, and prolong the life of another. Your body will strengthen the foundations of Sanitarium Island, and your legacy will be the continuation of GeneCo and the continuation of the human race!
[His eyes are sparkling with a spiritual fervor, and he smiles as he steps to the door of the Cafe.]
You should be grateful, Friends. You should rejoice, for the service that you do to your fellow customers! [He pushes the door open, still talking as he steps through. The paneled hallways of the Barge come into view behind him.] For though we are but tiny cogs within the great machine, Comrades, know that every death, every sacrifice, and every payment made is made for the eternal glory and power of The Factory! Beyond all ashes and dust and stretching out to the furthest reaches of infinity! Comrades! Consumers--
[And that's when he catches himself. Prefect falters, looking momentarily confused, before glancing down to his blood drenched sleeves.
His hands shake, as he ends the feed abruptly.]
Friends, three days ago, I thought that your claiming ignorance was just a coordinated attempt to get out of having to pay your debts, and while I believe taking that course of action to be irresponsible and futile, It's a very understandable motivation. [He taps the side of his coffee cup and frowns.] There's a difference, however, between trying to save your own life, and trying to attack the foundations of a company which does good. A company to which, need I remind you, we all owe our lives!
Let me ask you all something: Do you think organs grow on trees? Do you think that they fall out of the sky? Do you think that GeneCo is able to produce them magically and with no personal financial expenditure? Do you think that the surgeons who do the work can afford to live without payment?
Now I am sorry that you've all found yourselves in this position. I'm sorry, that we all get sick, and I'm sorry that there is no magical solution where organs appear out of thin air, and cost nothing. That isn't the world we live in though. Other people still need treatment, and when you refuse to pay your debts, and try to get away without returning what is GeneCo's property? Those are the people who suffer, because GeneCo can't afford to give them the organs they need at the prices they can manage to pay. Without us? They die. They all die.
[He takes a long drink of his coffee, emptying the cup before raising to his feet.]
GeneCo saved us. Rotti Largo, the man who cured the world, looked down upon our failing bodies and recreated them in his own image! You might be angry and you might be upset, but this company reached into the jaws of death and lifted us up, from damnation to something beyond and better than humanity! GeneCo did this for each and every one of us, and the world we live in now is built upon the back of their labour! When each and every one of you signed your contracts you embraced your role as a part of this world! You accepted the salvation which GeneCo offered, and you entered into a covenant to repay them for it. Friends, if you are unable or unwilling to do that then it is you who has broken your oath, not them.
[There's a dreamy, romantic quality in his eyes now, and the pseudo religious tone which has crept into his tone is familiar to anyone who's known him for long. It's the way he used to talk about the Factory.]
You have to understand that without GeneCo, society as we know it ceases to exist. Humanity ceases to exist. There are no other options, there is no other way, this is the path drawn out by destiny, evolution, and existence, mapped out and led by the great guiding hand of the Largo family! Deviation from it leads only to the true end of history. So friends, brothers, do not be afraid. Yes we are coming for you, and yes you will die, but the heart that beats within you now will live on, and prolong the life of another. Your body will strengthen the foundations of Sanitarium Island, and your legacy will be the continuation of GeneCo and the continuation of the human race!
[His eyes are sparkling with a spiritual fervor, and he smiles as he steps to the door of the Cafe.]
You should be grateful, Friends. You should rejoice, for the service that you do to your fellow customers! [He pushes the door open, still talking as he steps through. The paneled hallways of the Barge come into view behind him.] For though we are but tiny cogs within the great machine, Comrades, know that every death, every sacrifice, and every payment made is made for the eternal glory and power of The Factory! Beyond all ashes and dust and stretching out to the furthest reaches of infinity! Comrades! Consumers--
[And that's when he catches himself. Prefect falters, looking momentarily confused, before glancing down to his blood drenched sleeves.
His hands shake, as he ends the feed abruptly.]
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Date: 2012-02-27 10:16 pm (UTC)Prefect?
You'd better be back to yourself. Or I'm locking you in quarters. Your own good.
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Date: 2012-02-27 10:23 pm (UTC)I am back to myself, Comrade. There was just... a moment where I forgot who I was supposed to be.
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Date: 2012-02-27 10:29 pm (UTC)[There's a rough cough.]
There'll be time for recovery and apologies later. We're out.
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Date: 2012-02-27 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-27 10:54 pm (UTC)You haven't seen Hoffman around, have you?
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Date: 2012-02-27 11:53 pm (UTC)I haven't seen him. I found his attitude depressing, down there, so I used to avoid him.
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Date: 2012-02-27 10:33 pm (UTC)You think your society has achieved posthuman enlightenment beyond the bounds of nature? Oh please, you're still the same resource-hording, territorial, violent animals that you ever were.
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Date: 2012-02-27 10:52 pm (UTC)Comrade, if there was any doubt whatsoever about that, then I wouldn't be here.
[Way to state the obvious, Narvin. Then more quietly, regretfully even, he adds:]
I get caught up sometimes. Words just come out of my mouth because they've been in there for so long. It doesn't mean I don't know that they're wrong.
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Date: 2012-02-28 12:10 am (UTC)Of course. Old habits are hard to break. [Whether it's extolling the virtues of a totalitarian capitalist system, or xenophobic sneering at aliens.]
My apologies.
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Date: 2012-02-28 01:04 am (UTC)Really, it's good to hear that. To know that people won't let me say those things.
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Date: 2012-02-28 06:58 pm (UTC)just goign to stand up, and hten bringsome gin.
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Date: 2012-02-28 08:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 06:33 pm (UTC)Yes, thank you Comrade, I know I'm good at that.
[The words slur a bit at the end. Yes, Prefect is completely hammered.]
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Date: 2012-02-29 11:15 am (UTC)YOU ARE DOING IT PERFECTLY!
Date: 2012-02-29 12:30 pm (UTC)[Prefect would come see you, Barron, but he immediately got back on the Barge and got falling down weepy drunk.]
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Date: 2012-03-04 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-04 02:43 am (UTC)[Brief pause, before he states the freakin' obvious:]
I used to be a lot like that, Comrade. All the time. It was jarring.
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Date: 2012-03-04 02:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
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