[ they were tools, she'd said, that look a little more human than normal. brilith knows, intimately well, how it feels to be at the bottom of the chain. 45 isn't weak. but she is treated as lesser, just as the humans in her own world were, and are. the t-dolls lives' are made to be thrown away and matter little to her creators, just as the humans in her own world didn't matter to the gods who made them.
it brings back that sense of injustice that had first spurred brilith to do something about it. that very same sense of justice had gotten her people destroyed, in the end. why still eludes her, beyond the gods' assertion that the ancient human race didn't belong. is it the same sort of thing, she wonders? was it that 45 and 40 simply didn't belong?
it's terribly familiar, she thinks, even being as alien as it is. it only serves to anger her even more, at the creators who would give a kind girl, doll or otherwise, so terrible a fate. ]
What will you do, if you find what you're looking for? Are you looking for revenge, or simply to understand?
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it brings back that sense of injustice that had first spurred brilith to do something about it. that very same sense of justice had gotten her people destroyed, in the end. why still eludes her, beyond the gods' assertion that the ancient human race didn't belong. is it the same sort of thing, she wonders? was it that 45 and 40 simply didn't belong?
it's terribly familiar, she thinks, even being as alien as it is. it only serves to anger her even more, at the creators who would give a kind girl, doll or otherwise, so terrible a fate. ]
What will you do, if you find what you're looking for? Are you looking for revenge, or simply to understand?