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Seeing you for the first time felt like I was finally seeing the sun again, after all these stormy nights and cloudy skies.

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          “This country is treating you like an expendable tool.” Loyalty, absolute devotion to duty, serving ideals far greater than a mere human life was worth, all were virtues to admire, and nonsensical acts unfitting of a predicament to hasten a her fall into an Abyss, by the very hands of a country demanding far too great sacrifices in the name of Patriotism. Not that a scientist would have cared for lives, had it not been hers, vehement disapproval to not vanish, not with explanations that may have passed as sensible enough, had she not possessed proofs of the opposite. “Danger merely increases with each radiation. Heavy particle radiation is nothing like nuclear radiation, it’s a lot worse. It will cause irreversible damage to your body.” The enunciated facts were all known from her interlocutor she was aware, all taken into consideration, all acknowledged, none of them to shake a tremendous determination to see the mission through the bitter end. But, she would not yield, not even faced to an headstrong woman too accepting of the dreadful fate awaiting her, her angles of approach limited, yet not non-existent. “Are you so loyal to your country that you’re willing to take that risk? Why? This is irrational!” 

       “I have a duty to my country,” she replied simply, leaning back against the conference table. If Strangelove was cold, then the Boss was frigid, despite that warm twinkle in her eye; she possessed the most logical of minds, but she drew the line at her loyalty. The government had ordered her to do this, and so she would. Her voice remained even as she continued, “This is the mission that I have been given. Besides, I’ve already been exposed to radiation once. I’m the perfect candidate.” And she raised her hand to stop the expected flood of protests. “I know. It only means that the risk is greater. But can’t you see that it’s better this way. The radiation will be concentrated in one body. No one else will have to suffer. This is what I can do for them.” Where the government was in a panic, the Boss was perfectly calm. As irrational as the given explanation was, she seemed to believe it with all her heart, because it was what her country needed to be true, and she would make it so. “I’m glad to play this role. I’m doing all that I can to further this research, just like you.”

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It had taken ages to pull up the files pertaining to Strangelove–his mother he could barely remember, the image that was only fuzzy in his mind’s eye. It was disheartening to think about, huddled up in his room aboard the Nomad with the hacked files printed on paper, some being legitimate photocopies of type-written reports. NASA, MSF, Peace Walker, the Mammal Pod–these were ventures he had little to no information on, but with the public release of Big Boss’ files, it was easier to trace her down.

His fingers traced the image of her and his young, cheery self. What had happened then.. he couldn’t remember. Sahelanthropus came to mind–the old documents he and E.E rummaged through ( and the imprint of REX that came years later–they were similar, he realized ), but the rest.. he couldn’t place what connection he had. “..Maybe in another life, I could find you there,” he murmured quietly–his mother was beautiful, and he almost wished he had inherited her albinism so maybe she could have been there, watching him. Her research was fascinating to him–if only he was able to remember, had been there longer. Ah, geez, he wanted to tear up at the thought–that void of where his blood family should have been was mangled; there was only so much that David and Sunny had bolstered. There were relationships that pertained to neither one of them–and perhaps, those were the most painful to think about. Strangelove.. had to be the worst. “..It’s so unfair.”

              Maybe in another life I could be worthy of being your mother.

            BORN OF REMORSE, sadness washed over a ghastly being ever watching over a progeny lost in his own sorrows, sorrows including a guardian who had failed protecting ALL precious to her. An insatiable curiosity, regarding science first and foremost, but also extending far beyond a single field, undoubtedly was a trait inherited from her (Huey was irrelevant, he had always been), not that she had ever wished for it to lead him to her life’s works, even with the times turning them into piles of ageing paper, into meaningless code. All REGRETS that tied her to this Earth would have been better left buried, to not reach a Hell she deserved, nor a Heaven where a beloved she was incapable of facing awaited, she was certain. All involvement in the Patriots AI had been erased, and that, in itself, was comforting, easing a bit of all guilt carried upon her shoulders for plunging the world into an era of control Hal was to fight until the bitter end. 

                                                          Unfair.

          She failed to see it as such, madness a result of poor judgement to equal her tremendous scientific knowledge, all her missteps ones she wished she had carried to the steel coffin that had been her grave, to not leave a confined space where air had grown thinner and thinner until her lungs could be filled no more, to not extend to a life she had given birth to who had NOT DESERVED such a fate. He was the greatest of her prides, the greatest of her accomplishments, and the sole glimmer of hope born from the DARKNESS that had once been her life. “Hal.” Words would not reach him, they never did, the strength of her will insufficient to communicate between two worlds apart. “You’re strong. There’s no one in this world who can break your will, no one who can stop you. She took care of you, did she? I’m proud. I’m sure she would be proud too.” Joy’s will undoubtedly lived on through him, through an organisation that sought a FUTURE for generations to come, to erase all foolishness born of their parents’ deeds, HERS amongst them. 

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that one single time in which Joy just chills for 0.2 seconds

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‘‘The ocean of stars.’’

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Listening to Strangeloves tapes again was a mistake )):

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“We are the reflections for the stars to gaze upon, a sea of glass.”     ―   Tom Althouse  

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[I’m afraid that’s all I’ll manage to write before leaving. I’ve got one reply for @cloakisms and one starter for @shouigunjin drafted that I’ll get to once I’m back from hiatus. Thanks a lot for your patience!]

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          “This is madness. The risk is too great.” Between the walls of a conference room that had seen decisions of the utmost irrationality, retaining a composure threatening to crumble for reasons far beyond professional considerations had taken all the willpower she possessed, disagreement now strongly vocalised in their relative privacy. Little, too little, was able to shake an otherwise cold-hearted individual, frustration born of powerlessness to prevent a woman she loved so from partaking in a mission doomed to failure, being amongst them, however. Unwilling to accept for a bleak fate to await whom had been a flame illuminating the darkness of her existence, she would fight, for ludicrous demands to be reconsidered, if not by a pilot whose determination would not be shaken up, by the top-brass too desperate for an unreachable success, going to extremes was the need to arise. “The ray shielding of the aircraft is insufficient for human piloting. You know this as much as I do.”