Doctor's Lectures - RPLOG

Participants

• Flora

Date

18/5/477

Log

A warm, though milder than the day before, spring day in the city of Firmament greets Selena on her way into the cooled castle. She is ushered along by two severe looking guards that invite her to a small, largely unadorned, room with a bench and a bare slab of a table.

Selena doesn't seem to be too fussed by the orderly procedure - Though she's clearly not a frequenter of the more 'noble' end of town she's certainly not unwilling to follow along. The small room prompts a slight look of confusion, though ultimately she steps through and waits by the door, idly fidgeting for one reason or another as she waits - anticipation or otherwise.

The door closes, only opened about five minutes of silence later by the creator doctor. She looks over her would-be patient, "A canine," she remarks, "Your partner said you were having difficulties in reproduction." She pats the table in the same fashion one would summon their family pet to hop up.

Selena raises an eyebrow, looking back to the doctor. "We have met before - several times, actually." She notes - "And I'm not sure I'd call Flora a partner; more of a friend." Sure enough, though, she does sit herself up on the table for the doctor. "I don't suppose you ever finished the research you mentioned when Flora demonstrated her camera?"

"I could very well die without it being complete," she says with a true hint of passion in her voice, a rare thing for her, "The more I see, the more questions are raised. Now then, describe your problem."

Selena chuckles quietly, a smile crossing her muzzle as the doctor takes an emotional tone at all. "Well, I wish you the best of luck with your next step. As for problems, how should I put this..?" She muses, taking a few moments to consider. "Well, when I was much younger a few physicians my parents had taken me to see adamantly asserted I wouldn't be able to have children. At the time I didn't understand what made them say that and I was too young to remember much. As far as I'm aware I'm normal - well, as normal as a 'soulless' or 'gifted' can be, but I've never had as much of a libido as most of the other beings I've met. That and about half a year ago, I had a run in with a dark magician that cast a death curse on me with no obvious outward effect. I know the spell causes a being to rot, so I have a feeling that may have had some kind of impact on me as well." She coughs quietly. "I haven't noticed a lot of other differences, though. It might just be a misdiagnosis and streak of bad - or good - luck, depending on how you look at it."

The doctor gives a soft 'hmm', "You understand, I am not your original creator, nor do I have the designs they used, nor can I even fathom the full nature of how your people have changed over generations of natural selection. I will examine for any obvious physical issues or active MATHEMAGIC." She frowns a bit when her words are so clearly overwritten by her translating device, but she gets right to it, drawing an egg like device and nudging Selena to lay back.

Selena nods. "I'm aware, Doctor. But you did say when you landed that I was an 'Early model UNKNOWN, UNKNOWN make'. I still have no idea what you meant by that - I was hoping you could shed a little light on the subject while I'm here?" She asks, ling back as she's eased back against the table, looking over at the egg interestedly - though ultimately, she doesn't keep her eyes too fixed on it - not much to be told from the outward appearance of the device.

"I know Flora asked you about the spell I found. I'd like to give you my thanks for letting me know what it did - it didn't help too much with transcribing it into three dimensions so I could prove it worked, but it did make me feel a little better about testing it. Now there's more research to be done as well."

An image appears to float before the doctor's eyes, tiny and backwards. Clearly it is maent for her eyes alone. Armed with it, she begins to sweep the egg over her patient's belly, then lower and higher again as it gives soft chimes at particular points, "You are not the first, and very far from the last time we have created things. Most live very short, but very specific lives doing precisely what they were designed to do."

Selena manages a sort of nod from the table. "I'm not surprised, to be honest - though I pity them if theycan't live for anything other than a job... How do you justify that? They're living creatures too. But I digress, and that still doesn't tell me what you meant by the two untranslatable words. I think a priest that was there said something about the first of them being related to the word for child, but..." She shrugs. "Either way. Flora mentioned you took some blood from her when she came to visit as well. I thought I may as well offer as a point of comparison if you'd like, since if I'm here it's probably not too inconvenient."

She shakes her head, "You speak to the wrong person. I am a scholar. I do not create or decide that." She squeezes the egg and it becomes a long pointed device, "Since you are volunteering." A pinch, and new figures dance before the doctor's eyes. "You are children, in many meanings of the word, including several troubling ones."

Selena coughs. "Sinclair, even if you are a scholar, I know you have an opinion about these things. It mightn't be your place to decide and it mightn't be mine to ask, but you have to have thought about it at some point in time." She replies, evidently still quite curious about the doctor's opinion on the matter.

"'Several troubling ones'? Well, if you're implying that Lidiya - the furless jackal you saw a long time ago when you were taking a look at our population - was a little too close to a creator for your tastes..." she notes, shaking her head. "I'm not sure if you're implying that somewhere along the line a creator had children with a being or if there's something else entirely at work there. I'm curious about... Us. Who or what beings are in your eyes. From day one you seemed confused about our existence in the first place."

"And why would I not be?" she asks, "The law says you should not have been made, but you have been. KNOWLEDGE as we knew it said you would die out within a generation, three with wild optimism. You were the target of a LIVING kill switch by a civilization several magnitudes greater in progress, and yet you are alive. You are each a walking miracle, if I were given to religion." Creator religions are the things of legend, each having their own gods and patrons and proscribing them with unnatural abilities in spite of all logic. Thank goodness for the creator saint church, keeping it all clean.

Selena laughs quietly, shaking her head. "Are you implying that no creator swindles, lies or cheats?" She jabs. "Promise doesn't have anywhere near the technology you do, that's true. What makes you assume we'd die out? I don't know how we were created exactly, but you mentioned that we had far more creator 'essence' in us than was legal, too..." She notes, putting a hand to her forehead. "Well, if you're telling me Shadows really were put on Promise to wipe us out I have to wonder if they pose a threat to you as well." The wolfess pauses for a few moments. "I don't know what to assume from that. Even I know that a skrith and a squirkik can't interbreed, but the implications of being that similar to creators... Well, I suppose the saying goes, 'when you learn from the best'...