( seoraj has been a part of the zion defense grid since he was eighteen years old - twenty-four long years he's worked for that unified goal, and all of the people that it represents to him. he misses how straightforward it felt from the center of an armored personal unit, sometimes; he prefers, for the most part, the dynamic he finds working as a part of a hovercraft crew. he's seen enough, done enough, to have these preferences and experience and the unsettling sensation of the ground becoming a bit less stable and certain under his feet.
he likes the abstract unification of humanity. it's an easy thing to like, and he was raised to value pulling together, doing your part; his aversion to irkallans, to the unplugged who can't let go of pasts that didn't exist, is something his parents perhaps unfairly instilled in him considering that his accent is the product of their own difficulty in fully accepting new realities.
he isn't really a simple man. he does, occasionally, wish he lived in as simple a world as it pretends to be. human vs machine. (but not these machines, we made these ones, those machines, the other ones.) human vs human vs fuckery is a headache he does not aspire to, which is why he's been serving for twenty-four years and shown no interest in climbing the ranks; the glance that follows metzger to the bar is a grimace of absent-minded sympathy. )
We get safer, world gets bigger-- people get thoughtful, that it?
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he likes the abstract unification of humanity. it's an easy thing to like, and he was raised to value pulling together, doing your part; his aversion to irkallans, to the unplugged who can't let go of pasts that didn't exist, is something his parents perhaps unfairly instilled in him considering that his accent is the product of their own difficulty in fully accepting new realities.
he isn't really a simple man. he does, occasionally, wish he lived in as simple a world as it pretends to be. human vs machine. (but not these machines, we made these ones, those machines, the other ones.) human vs human vs fuckery is a headache he does not aspire to, which is why he's been serving for twenty-four years and shown no interest in climbing the ranks; the glance that follows metzger to the bar is a grimace of absent-minded sympathy. )
We get safer, world gets bigger-- people get thoughtful, that it?
( in essence. )