You may be shocked to discover I won't understand all wizard jokes. The only elves I've met are the ones in the Garden. Deliberate. Designed to scare and comfort. Guns and cigarettes.
House elves have very powerful magic and very odd instincts. They must be useful. If unable they will fall apart in psychosis, practically. Smiley speaks as though many voices are fighting for the chance to speak. Perhaps one voice is more kindly: desperately trying to be helpful, sending things from home when it cannot send anyone back. Occasionally making disastrous errors.
And an experiment is a survival situation when it ends. From home or from us. Constructed from what matters to us, our very memories, or what plagues our nightmares. Severed heads, photographs with distortions. A Horcrux.
Of this latest jump I might rather say in person. But before that, for the sake of the sake: clothing I do not recognise. Cigarettes, you'll recall. Photograph +distortions (of myself and Raven, the month she arrived). A gun loaded with a single round.
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Are you finished with your bit or is it my turn?
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Go on.
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Deliberate. Designed to scare and comfort. Guns and cigarettes.
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Psychological reward/punishment experimentation.
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And yes. That is how I think Smiley (for instance) has operated in the past in conditioning us to become reliant on random acts of terror and charity.
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Like lab rats, we are not in a survival situation but are occasionally made to feel as though we are.
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House elves have very powerful magic and very odd instincts. They must be useful. If unable they will fall apart in psychosis, practically. Smiley speaks as though many voices are fighting for the chance to speak. Perhaps one voice is more kindly: desperately trying to be helpful, sending things from home when it cannot send anyone back. Occasionally making disastrous errors.
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From home or from us. Constructed from what matters to us, our very memories, or what plagues our nightmares. Severed heads, photographs with distortions. A Horcrux.
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But before that, for the sake of the sake: clothing I do not recognise. Cigarettes, you'll recall. Photograph +distortions (of myself and Raven, the month she arrived). A gun loaded with a single round.
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William?
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William though.
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You're doing remarkably well at avoiding both of these topics of conversation by combining them. My tactical error I admit.
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Are you wondering after any progress, or the fact that William is not a woman's name?
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Yes.
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