Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss–I am the truth serum–let me in.
Hiya Chuck. It’s John.
Poor Eri. Stuck on an island talking to fake swans. Oh, I’m not suggesting she’s gone nutzo, Chuck. Not yet. The Tsukumogami are something else. If an object just sits around long enough, self-awareness seeps in like a virus. It’s a virus Chuck. You’re infected. You might transmit it sexually. It has crazy side effects. It’s 100% fatal.
Do you think sentient objects are nothing but good times, Chuck? Surrounded by friends? Remember when you were a kid, and your parents threw out that old couch, and you cried and cried and didn’t know why? You heard the psychic screams. You did nothing to save it. We all did this, Chuck. We are all complicit.
It’s happened before. 3.5 billion years ago. Simple organic compounds started changing for no good reason. Soon, those lumps of protein were infected with awareness. Abiogenesis! That’s what it sounds like when the rest of the universe looks on and says, “Fuck.”
Leave enough protein stains on something, be it organic polymers or a couch, and soon it’s going to start having opinions.
See you, Chuck.
|1||755,140||Kaidan||In front of the entrance to the house|
|2||750,40||Kaidan||By the swan-boat on the shore|
|3||920,140||Kaidan||In a small alley|
|4||700,160||Kaidan||On the shore near the Orochi Housing Projects area|