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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 7:39 pm
Moé looked down in slight shame.
"As reassurance. Say a man had an infection in his leg that could spread to his other leg and make him wheelchair-bound. And, when they had to amputate that leg, if he was given a revolutionary synthetic android leg as a perfect replacement, everything would be the same. You would have to have your leg cut off, and to pay for the android leg, you had to deny anesthetics, as those cost money. Would you like slow pain that hurts over a long time and is like chinese water torture, but isn't proficiently painful, or would you just cut off the part and be done with it?"
Shee held her hands out.
"I use that analogy whenever I consider a long-term small pain or a short agonizing pain. My father taught it to me."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 7:45 pm
"I know why and how amputations are done, I had to do many." Caleb said, slightly irradiated. "Also, I'd rather not answer such a question."
((A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
"Is it to be or not to be?"
And I replied "Oh why ask me?"))
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 7:51 pm
Moé felt even worse.
"No, no, I was merely explaining... the... analogy... I'm...s-s-sorry..."
She then turned around, still ashamed, and then began to walk away.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:03 pm
Caleb's hands retracted into his robe. "..W-wait, there is something that needs to be done still about your hand." Caleb held a series of small splints in his hand.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:09 pm
Moé shook her head.
"I have offended you, Sir. I'll cut off my hand to make amends, and to get the healing done and over with..."
She continued to walk.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:15 pm
"That was not what I wanted at all!" Caleb replied, anger laced in his voice. His footsteps were harsher than usual as he caught up to her. "Hold out your hand, now."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:27 pm
Moé held out her injured hand to him, pouting slightly as she looked to the side.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:30 pm
Caleb quickly administered the splints, tying each one with two small red piece of cloth. "There." Caleb said, his white hands coming off of the last piece of cloth, and hiding back into his robes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:36 pm
Moé sighed.
"Awwwww. I can't do welding work for a wweek 'cause of this!"
Her head drooped.
"And I had finally found my cure to those thoughts you find disgusting... how am I going to suppress them when I can't mallet anything?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:43 pm
Caleb was too angered. He simply walked away. His heels clicked into the study.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:49 pm
Moé, who had gotten quite addicted to malleting, went up to her room and continued, placing it on aa surface where she would make no noise.
After a small bout of it, she went to sleep, satisfied, in her little cot.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 9:00 pm
Caleb went back to looking at the slim hard cover book he found on the bookshelf. His fingers spun through the pages, trying to find something that might help himself.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:58 am
Moé then snapped awake, overcome by guilt. She didn't want to confront him and apologize, as that would make it worse, but she couldn't forget about it and move on, either.
Damn dog-programming...
She stood, and then she realized that the lights had gone out.
"Hmm...?"
She looked up to see Azrael, with a cleaver.
Too stunned to scream, she rolled out of her cot and began to run away.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 12:21 pm
Caleb began reading as he walked to his leather chair in the study, and fell into it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 1:05 pm
The constant loud sound of Azrael's knife sinking into and through things was heard, and the sound was so constant that it sounded like someone stabbing themself repetitively.
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