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[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

[ Close-up video. Someone's back to her Epitaph-y look. Oh. And back from the dead. ]

Time passes here.  One day, two days, three days, four days, five.  Time passes there, seconds at a time. White dresses and dirt. Dark lights, butchers and dumbshows.  Here, it's men with two faces, coins and sticks.  Like Alpha, but not like Alpha. Murder, but not murder. It doesn't matter.

Is it still murder if the dead come back?

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voice

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Why is that?

voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Some people are easily replaced.

voice

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Most are, you could argue.

Re: voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Most people aren't manufactured personalities.

voice

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[ A pause. ]

How manufactured?

voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

I don't know. 50-75%, I suppose?

voice

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But what does that mean?

Re: voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

To be manufactured?

voice

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Yes.

Re: voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Not entirely real?

voice

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Seems like an excuse.

Re: voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

An excuse for what?

voice

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To be less human.

Re: voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

I don't want to be less human.

voice

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So why treat yourself as less human?

Re: voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

voice

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You aren't.

Re: voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Does it matter to you?

voice

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No. But it means your life and his are worth the same.

Re: voice

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

All right.