... That's a bad question to ask a doll. If you asked a doll other than me, they'd probably say dying doesn't really matter for dolls. Normally we can't really die, so long as people care enough to bring us back.
[ people can be so heartless! they should care. there are some truly rotten folks out there; 45 can't even be counted as one of those folks, yet she's great.
she even values the lives of other dolls when they'd dismiss their own! just as he thinks this, a memory of weeks prior rushes back to him and he finds himself seized by dread. ]
What you said at the mansion . . . That wasn't an instance of your dying, was it?
[ is being in a coma the same as death for a doll? ]
No. [ ... but, while it's honesty hour here: ] Not yet. But it might still be.
In any case, just because we can be brought back doesn't mean it's all the same. Not everything always transfers, and we lose our most recent memories, beyond a certain point. It takes something away from you each time. Sometimes the files degrade, corrupt. Each time you come back, you're less and less yourself.
[ idly, as if discussing the weather. ]
And in my particular case were I to ever have died, the hypothetical UMP45 that was retrieved after would never have been me. There'd be no point in her existence.
the idea of having a piece of self chipped away with every death sends a chill down his spine. even for someone like him, who has nothing of value to offer, the thought of permanently losing a part of himself is frightening. it's already jarring, not having his sense of hearing for a second time. belatedly, it occurs to him that he never did ask if those who'd died in the mansion had felt different upon coming back.
everyone here really comes from unique backgrounds. she talks about all of this so casually. ]
That sounds seriously scary . . . How can the other dolls think that doesn't matter?
[ at least 45 seems to value her current existence. that's supposed to be abnormal, apparently. ]
What can I say~ ♪ I'm a pretty abnormal doll. But, you know, it's because that's what we were made for. We were made to protect humans, and die for them when the time comes. Any supposed sense of self we have is because they built us to pretend to have it.
Why would they make their tools to be afraid of dying?
[ if she's so abnormal, that means she's afraid of the very thing she shouldn't be. that's great! he can't help frowning, however. ]
If it were me, I'd want my tools to last as long as possible. Isn't it a waste otherwise?
[ people who treat their things poorly won't go far. and if those things can talk and project unique personalities, that's even worse—not that he thinks of 45 as a mere thing. ]
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Date: 2020-09-07 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-13 02:59 am (UTC)[ he's not sure if that should be a good thing. ]
But dying must still hurt . . .
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:21 am (UTC)[ but she's not going to elaborate on that, considering the fact that they discuss how she was meant to be disposable in a different pc. ]
I suppose I'm rather unusual compared to most dolls, in that regard.
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Date: 2020-09-15 03:02 am (UTC)she even values the lives of other dolls when they'd dismiss their own! just as he thinks this, a memory of weeks prior rushes back to him and he finds himself seized by dread. ]
What you said at the mansion . . . That wasn't an instance of your dying, was it?
[ is being in a coma the same as death for a doll? ]
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Date: 2020-09-16 08:59 pm (UTC)In any case, just because we can be brought back doesn't mean it's all the same. Not everything always transfers, and we lose our most recent memories, beyond a certain point. It takes something away from you each time. Sometimes the files degrade, corrupt. Each time you come back, you're less and less yourself.
[ idly, as if discussing the weather. ]
And in my particular case were I to ever have died, the hypothetical UMP45 that was retrieved after would never have been me. There'd be no point in her existence.
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Date: 2020-09-24 01:17 am (UTC)the idea of having a piece of self chipped away with every death sends a chill down his spine. even for someone like him, who has nothing of value to offer, the thought of permanently losing a part of himself is frightening. it's already jarring, not having his sense of hearing for a second time. belatedly, it occurs to him that he never did ask if those who'd died in the mansion had felt different upon coming back.
everyone here really comes from unique backgrounds. she talks about all of this so casually. ]
That sounds seriously scary . . . How can the other dolls think that doesn't matter?
[ at least 45 seems to value her current existence. that's supposed to be abnormal, apparently. ]
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Date: 2020-09-24 02:14 am (UTC)Why would they make their tools to be afraid of dying?
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Date: 2020-09-25 08:19 pm (UTC)If it were me, I'd want my tools to last as long as possible. Isn't it a waste otherwise?
[ people who treat their things poorly won't go far. and if those things can talk and project unique personalities, that's even worse—not that he thinks of 45 as a mere thing. ]