Ooh, death threats and intimidation. Just like in the holo movies! This is fun. I feel like a real criminal now!
[He leans back in his chair, insouciantly balancing it on two legs. With no way to catch himself, Akemi is in for a hard fall if he isn't careful. He licks his cracked lip and smirks. He's dehydrated and exhausted from days spent in the killjoy's holding cell, but his eyes are sharp and alert. Akemi observes Jack like a scientist studying a strange new organism, taking mental note of his behavioral quirks. Getting out of here will require convincing this man that he's more useful alive than dead.]
But I don't really care if it's a quick death or a slow one. Dying here at 30 or dying in a nursing home when I'm 120 - what's the difference? I want to make death obsolete, so it's as out of fashion as that suit you're wearing.
Anyway, if we're talking about what separates me from second-rate vivisectionists... in purely practical terms, the difference is that they're employed by interplanetary corporations making billions of joy, while I'm just an academic working off a measly research grant from the University of Leith. It all comes down to joy in the end, doesn't it?
[He smiles again, beatific and unsettling.]
I told you, didn't I? We humans exist to play. Everyone's looking for joy, in some sense.
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[He leans back in his chair, insouciantly balancing it on two legs. With no way to catch himself, Akemi is in for a hard fall if he isn't careful. He licks his cracked lip and smirks. He's dehydrated and exhausted from days spent in the killjoy's holding cell, but his eyes are sharp and alert. Akemi observes Jack like a scientist studying a strange new organism, taking mental note of his behavioral quirks. Getting out of here will require convincing this man that he's more useful alive than dead.]
But I don't really care if it's a quick death or a slow one. Dying here at 30 or dying in a nursing home when I'm 120 - what's the difference? I want to make death obsolete, so it's as out of fashion as that suit you're wearing.
Anyway, if we're talking about what separates me from second-rate vivisectionists... in purely practical terms, the difference is that they're employed by interplanetary corporations making billions of joy, while I'm just an academic working off a measly research grant from the University of Leith. It all comes down to joy in the end, doesn't it?
[He smiles again, beatific and unsettling.]
I told you, didn't I? We humans exist to play. Everyone's looking for joy, in some sense.