[ Helena listens to the explanation intently, never taking her eyes off Dio's face. The only movement she makes is to draw her feet up onto the bed and hug her legs to her body early into the talk, then she's still as a statue as she takes in what she partially guessed and also what she never would have guessed for the life of her. ]
... your genes....
[ That cryptic remark certainly makes sense now and she has to say it out loud again just to make it sink in properly. The genes of the prophet's brother. All the same as an army of others... The same face, the same genes.... Helena is all for human equality, but the thought is intuitively terrifying. There's a thin line, she supposes, between equality and conformity. Among clones, all one and the same, there's no differences. Equality, as "Dio" says. This inherent sameness should be fundamentally different from the norms that are enforced from the outside, suppressing the nature and needs of the individual. It should be better than that, for it erases any need to compromise the differences of single humans.
Yet, it's hard to imagine. Helena feels astoundingly human, astoundingly Neo Yokian, as her mind has such a hard time letting go of the idea that people are inevitably individuals. It's why school uniforms exist, an outer enforced standard to make high school students understand to treat each other as equals - but not to be mistaken as equals to anybody not from their school. Maybe being a Myrmidon is a tiny tiny bit like being born into the Easton Uniform and never being able to take it off ever.
Helena glances over to the jacket at that, wondering if that is also uniform. Then she takes a deep breath and refocuses her thought.
There's more than one "Dio" out there. There's many, many, many of him. What would Helena think of them? Would it all feel the same as talking to this one, who is just a bit more equal than all the other equals?
The terrorism comes as an afterthought. She'd known his cult shared ideals with her and now it's simply more clear than ever why they clicked instantly back in the first night. Before she even remembered her own terrorism, the basis was there.
She's been silent for a long while now, just staring, she should probably say something more helpful now. Luckily, she still isn't out of questions. ]
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... your genes....
[ That cryptic remark certainly makes sense now and she has to say it out loud again just to make it sink in properly. The genes of the prophet's brother. All the same as an army of others... The same face, the same genes.... Helena is all for human equality, but the thought is intuitively terrifying. There's a thin line, she supposes, between equality and conformity. Among clones, all one and the same, there's no differences. Equality, as "Dio" says. This inherent sameness should be fundamentally different from the norms that are enforced from the outside, suppressing the nature and needs of the individual. It should be better than that, for it erases any need to compromise the differences of single humans.
Yet, it's hard to imagine. Helena feels astoundingly human, astoundingly Neo Yokian, as her mind has such a hard time letting go of the idea that people are inevitably individuals. It's why school uniforms exist, an outer enforced standard to make high school students understand to treat each other as equals - but not to be mistaken as equals to anybody not from their school. Maybe being a Myrmidon is a tiny tiny bit like being born into the Easton Uniform and never being able to take it off ever.
Helena glances over to the jacket at that, wondering if that is also uniform. Then she takes a deep breath and refocuses her thought.
There's more than one "Dio" out there. There's many, many, many of him. What would Helena think of them? Would it all feel the same as talking to this one, who is just a bit more equal than all the other equals?
The terrorism comes as an afterthought. She'd known his cult shared ideals with her and now it's simply more clear than ever why they clicked instantly back in the first night. Before she even remembered her own terrorism, the basis was there.
She's been silent for a long while now, just staring, she should probably say something more helpful now. Luckily, she still isn't out of questions. ]
Why's the government corrupt in your world?