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A lot of knowledge tends to come my way, by the mystical pool of wisdom that is "old women's gossip". I end up learning about a great deal of things that I probably won't get the chance to see again, at least not for awhile, just by overhearing the Mistress's chats with her elderly friends. Most of it is bland. Redundant. A former, less cynical version of myself might have called it cute. But not this time, no! What I heard this time was far from cute.
I tend to listen closely whenever Wyther's wife comes over. After all, she is Wyther's wife. I have to keep alert to the things that journalists must keep alert to, even if my audience is dead. I have to pay attention, for the sake of those that have survived. However few their numbers, I know they're out there. I certainly survived, after all.
Wyther's wife (I'm beginning to sound like Dr. Seuss; before we know it we'll be having beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle) danced around a few topics this evening--one of the more interesting ones being some suspicion of an affair between her husband and a lower-ranked soldier, how quaint--but for the most part they were typical. That is, until she mentions the ambitious attitude of Organoids these days, a topic which may or may not have stemmed directly from the conversation about affairs. Naturally, I listen, because I like hearing the words "ambitious" and "Organoids" in the same sentence. It tends to give me hope.
Except when I realize that any time a Millennian uses those two words together, they mean it in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. This time was no exception. Before I knew it, I was hearing all about how one Organoid vice-captain in Wyther's division volunteered to have a hostage of her own, who she has decided to torture on a daily basis, and has already ripped the eye out of.
Thank goodness for pronouns! What a problem it would have been if Wyther's wife had left me wondering which soldier it could have been! Thanks to the use of a feminine pronoun, all my questions have been answered!
And frankly, I am utterly disgusted with you. More than that though, I am disgusted with myself, for ever saying what I said back then...what was it? That I could tell you were a good person? Something along those lines. What a fool I've been.
I tend to listen closely whenever Wyther's wife comes over. After all, she is Wyther's wife. I have to keep alert to the things that journalists must keep alert to, even if my audience is dead. I have to pay attention, for the sake of those that have survived. However few their numbers, I know they're out there. I certainly survived, after all.
Wyther's wife (I'm beginning to sound like Dr. Seuss; before we know it we'll be having beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle) danced around a few topics this evening--one of the more interesting ones being some suspicion of an affair between her husband and a lower-ranked soldier, how quaint--but for the most part they were typical. That is, until she mentions the ambitious attitude of Organoids these days, a topic which may or may not have stemmed directly from the conversation about affairs. Naturally, I listen, because I like hearing the words "ambitious" and "Organoids" in the same sentence. It tends to give me hope.
Except when I realize that any time a Millennian uses those two words together, they mean it in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. This time was no exception. Before I knew it, I was hearing all about how one Organoid vice-captain in Wyther's division volunteered to have a hostage of her own, who she has decided to torture on a daily basis, and has already ripped the eye out of.
Thank goodness for pronouns! What a problem it would have been if Wyther's wife had left me wondering which soldier it could have been! Thanks to the use of a feminine pronoun, all my questions have been answered!
And frankly, I am utterly disgusted with you. More than that though, I am disgusted with myself, for ever saying what I said back then...what was it? That I could tell you were a good person? Something along those lines. What a fool I've been.
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