onepassingnight | εїз 02

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[It starts not on Earth, not even on a space station. The dusty and red surface can only hint at one thing. Mars. Thankfully no one has to walks it’s surface. Instead it’s within the safety of the colony. One of the colonies actually. Anyone is free to explore the colony. It’s rather simple. Hallways lined with windows, most of the buildings constructed like domes. A few areas for civil needs, multiple labs that are locked, viewing rooms among a few other areas. Within the largest lab Seth’s going through a stack of papers. Potential colonists as a matter of fact. And the stack of applicants is rather large. Life on Mars is more popular then a person might think. Enough to keep her from proper rest as the dark circles under her eyes might hint at. No need to worry about interrupting her work however as she pushes aside most of the papers and rests her head on the counter. Seth folds her hands behind her head and groans with frustration. Paperwork might as well be her eternal rival. But she’s not completely unaware. The fact was as Director of the Red Mars Project she was doomed to interruptions. Instead of sleeping within a dream she lifts her head and sighs.]

If there’s anything that doesn’t require my immediate attention please just…leave me a note or something. [To which case she gestures towards some free counter-space not to far away from her.]

[[ooc; So instead of ruling an Empire this consists of the Red Mars Project having been continued/restarted. Under her of course. Which also means she lacks her Empire/children. Ah well. Feel free to bother her as a member of the colony/friend/whatever you'd like.]]

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I mean those humans living out their short lives. You don't find anything admirable in that decision? In the fact those struggles sharpen them?

Admire them? I wouldn't consider anything that I've witnessed them do worth admiring. Nor claiming to be intelligent. The best thing I've seen them do is start this project but they couldn't handle it.

[You'd fit in the Dark Kingdom so very well, Seth. And they've already made the point that humans can still surprise - in some instances.]

So you're willing to better them by making them Methuselah?

[What can she say? She will always hate humanity. It's just so fortunate that some dreams happen to be more tame when it comes to showing it.]

I am. They'll live longer, their bodies will not succumb to illness and they are gifted with superior strength. It seems like a good idea to me.

And the ones who don't know what's good for them just stay behind? [The tone makes it a question, but a light one; the very fact Seth is leading them to Mars is answer enough.]

They have a choice. [A brief pause. She can of course remember that it wasn't always an option to live on Mars or even offer others a chance.] It's much more then what the predecessors of this program had.

Oh, I'm not arguing.

I was thinking of someone else. A fool who didn't want to give a choice to anyone. No matter how wrong she was.

And those people never get anywhere in the long run. In fact, sometimes they even end up dead. [A statement that she's very nonchalant about.]

['Well. Where I'm from they do.' But the smugness she wants to say it with doesn't come, and even the words themselves stay behind.]

You take care of your enemies quickly, is that it?

Some injustices need to be taken care of personally.

[This had been meant to be a light-hearted cup of tea and work break. Somehow it's getting more serious than that.]

Which ones deserve that?

[The drowsiness sadly does strange things to topics. Which gives her the inability to be as light-hearted as she normally is.]

The ones that deny someone their right to exist as a person.

[She's not ready to ask it: 'What if it's not how it seems?' This is different, an entirely different situation, she just needs that advice. If that terrible person would have put everything right, was it still right to remove them before the terrible things happened?

She shakes her head to shake away the thought and connects it to something more immediate: Beryl, making herself queen by trying to make the men of the Dark Kingdom brainwashed slaves.

Wrong. And she died for it.]

You're right, of course. We're getting too serious today.

[She finishes off what's left of her tea and pushes the cup away. Instead of suggesting leaving or even making a witty retort she rests her head back on the counter. It's true that it's getting to serious and her mental state registers it as time to try and shut down. Forget the past and it's agony.]

A bit. It's how things have to be here though.

[Ami's the last person to suggest slacking off, but there's still something she feels like doing.]

Here. Give me the ones I can handle instead. [A nod towards the stacks of papers.]

Hm...[Her nature(or more correctly her ego) doesn't particularly want to surrender any more of her work. But she also does acknowledge that she might end up slipping up at this rate.]

Go through them. It's mostly information regarding potential new members of the colony. I haven't seen very many promising ones though.

[Ami frowns at the papers, quickly skimming each one she looks over before taking closer looks at the ones that catch her interest initially.

The ones eventually handed over to Seth seem to feature ambition prominently: quick rises through their careers, advantageous social lives or connections. They're the ones highly skilled in necessary fields for the colony, of course; no dead weight or useless members to start with.

A second pile forms, holding the middling sort: decent everyday types doing well in their jobs, but without that extra edge.

The floor receives the ridiculous ones: slackers, wastrels, the types who haven't done much with their lives and want a new start - understandable of course - but have nothing to provide.]

Here. Look at those. [And she's forced to agree.] There were only a few. If it isn't enough, try the second pile.

[And she's zoned out, lost in the endless battle of retaining her emotions as the leader and the simple emotions that come from her family and the few friends she's formed. Things like feelings were never something she was ever able to understand or deal with. However little ability she has to comprehend these things she moves, motivated to finish work. That's enough reason to move on for now.]

No. I'm not looking for a large increase in the population. Might destabilize what we have going. [and now she's looking through that small pile of possibly useful ones.] Or worse we take too many and people might think we lowered our standards.

Those should be enough, then. [A nod towards the ones in Seth's hands.] Those are the people who'd be the most worthy.

They might be. We'll see. [She wouldn't mind just denying all of them but that might give the colony a bad reputation.] Thank you for your assistance.

[And Ami wouldn't really think less of Seth if she did.]

I have my own motives.

We have a better chance to have fun once it's done quickly.

There's little stopping you from running off and having fun.

[with the exception of running into one of her brothers. They might object to fun and normally so does Seth. She does understand people need to unwind, especially given the situation.]

Are you saying you don't want to?

[The words come lightly, but she can't help a tiny prick of peevishness even as she reminds herself of course Seth is busy and has a lot to do right now.]

What I want often has to come a bit later. I don't mind though.

[If only because she could always later sucker or tease people for not helping her. It gave off mixed signals at times but there was nothing as fun as confusing/toying with people.]

[Then what she said still stands: the quicker, the better.]

So let's finish and go together.

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