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video; step three

[It seems ridiculous that she'd want to have something be on video when she looks the way she does, but so it goes. As it stands, you're greeted at an unusually early hour by a woman with mussed hair all wrapped up in her blanket with red eyes and a frown. She speaks shakily, obviously a bit bothered by whatever is going on.

And oddly enough, it has nothing to do with the strange occurrences going on on the ship. No, it's a more mundane thing.]

I shouldn't have the capacity for that, but... I think I had a dream. Not a good one. I woke up like this and my pillow was wet and my chest hurt and I'm completely disturbed right now.

This isn't supposed to happen. A moment used to feel like an eternity to me, but now I sleep and everything goes by so quickly. This time it was terrible. I feel terrible.

[She's all alone, and she hates being alone. She's used to a million people needing her every day.

Pathetically:]

Help.

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[NOPE being aware of her heart is creepy, she doesn't want that... But she tries anyway, and though she's a little disturbed, it at least diverts her thoughts.

Her eyes are closed and she's just kind of curling up...]

It's so loud, you know. The heart. I sort of hate that, too.

Aristotle believed that as blood was pumped through the human heart from the rest of the body, it collected all the emotions recorded by the extremities, bringing them back to the heart to be identified, thus the term heartfelt. It is a most remarkable organ, unparalleled in its complexity.

[ Just the sound of his voice. It's strange, her reactions to her own body, but Hannibal adapts. He's always adapted. ]

Your heart, as a part of your body, is under your control. Listen to it as you exhale; it is in your power to slow it, merely by your own force of will.

[Juliana adapts, but things go so much more slowly in this body. Her processing speed is so slowed and her very actions are inhibited by the limitations of being merely human.

Before, she was like unto a god.]

Aristotle was interesting, but I prefer the brain. And other things, honestly. This constant noise is so disconcerting. Really, it is.

No, I... [But if she focuses, she finds that she can at least soothe herself a little, and she unfolds herself a bit from her curled-up position.]

How annoying.

It is indeed, but the brain is a muscle, a thing shared by every fleshy being, from ourselves down to the humble spider. The mind--now that is a gift. Such a pity that it is so often squandered, don't you agree?

Do you have a favourite piece of music?

The greatest minds in my time and place were turned into programs like myself.

[A sigh.] No waste, there, unless someone thinks I'm a waste, in which case they ought to be examined.

[Aaaand she flops over on the bed, now obscured from view by a pillow.]

My favorite piece of music? I don't suppose I have one. Anything from my home. Should I have one? Do you?

Edited 2013-08-20 05:18 (UTC)

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