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Fears
This feels like home and that worries me. I never meant to stay here it was just a base to plan my next move, but some where along the line, and this scares me more than I can say, these people came to mean something to me. I respect them even care for them; they have become my adoptive family.
How can it be that these people mere humans (and whatever Trance is) have come to mean so much to me. I used to look down on them they were weak, but now I see they were anything but that.
I never imaged I'd feel this way Nietzschean's are the only ones who matter; all others are weak not worthy of my attention. Have I become blinded? That I've placed my trust in mere human's, have I lost all sense of judgment, I have I my self become weak? The very fact that I'm questioning this seems to suggest it's true; my confusion is my weakness.
I prided my self on my strength, I work out every day to maintain that strength, yet somehow I have become those I despised the weak. How could I have let this happened?
Yet even worse than this, despite my confusion, I have no will to change. I have bonded with these people they have made me weak but I no longer care, and that worries me most of all.
I used to say Dylan's blind idealism would get us all killed and may be one day it will but it has also brought us riches as well. I have come to respect Dylan's way of doing things; it's not my choice never will be but, it seems to work for him, and we're all still here.
Rommie, I never gave all that much respect too to start with she was just another extension of the ship, a machine, but now I realise how wrong I was. Rommie is perhaps one of the only non-Nietzschean's that could take me on in a fight and win. Her super human abilities make her a worthy ally and valuable asset to my continued survival.
Trance I barley tolerated to start with, but her knowledge of medicine is of ongoing benefit to my survival and since her change she has developed fighting skills worthy of note.
Harper I found a amusement to me initially, easy to scare, but he has a inner fire that gives him strength. He has seen many horrors in his life but, even with the Maggog eggs, a death threat hanging over his head every day; he still managed to go on with the same annoying passion for life and machines. His skills as an engineer are also remarkable. Harper too seems to understand the importance of procreation although the poor boy is somewhat unsuccessful in his search for a compatible mate. Of all the crew I have grown closest to Harper I am unsure how a mere human an Earthling at that managed to achieve that, but I have come to see him as a brother.
And then there's Beka, for a human she has some remarkable skills, she is cunning and devious, a skilled fighter and, a talented pilot whose skills have saved us from many a harrowing situation. Beka, if she were a Nietzschean, would make an ideal wife; yet lately I have found my self wondering if this even matters. Are her genes not as strong despite their lack of engineering; would not her children be just as strong and capable.
So some how these people have found a way into my life my heart even; and that shakes me to the very core, and wakes me at night. I depend on these people I need them, mere humans as they are in my life; I have become weak.
Claire
Fears
This feels like home and that worries me. I never meant to stay here it was just a base to plan my next move, but some where along the line, and this scares me more than I can say, these people came to mean something to me. I respect them even care for them; they have become my adoptive family.
How can it be that these people mere humans (and whatever Trance is) have come to mean so much to me. I used to look down on them they were weak, but now I see they were anything but that.
I never imaged I'd feel this way Nietzschean's are the only ones who matter; all others are weak not worthy of my attention. Have I become blinded? That I've placed my trust in mere human's, have I lost all sense of judgment, I have I my self become weak? The very fact that I'm questioning this seems to suggest it's true; my confusion is my weakness.
I prided my self on my strength, I work out every day to maintain that strength, yet somehow I have become those I despised the weak. How could I have let this happened?
Yet even worse than this, despite my confusion, I have no will to change. I have bonded with these people they have made me weak but I no longer care, and that worries me most of all.
I used to say Dylan's blind idealism would get us all killed and may be one day it will but it has also brought us riches as well. I have come to respect Dylan's way of doing things; it's not my choice never will be but, it seems to work for him, and we're all still here.
Rommie, I never gave all that much respect too to start with she was just another extension of the ship, a machine, but now I realise how wrong I was. Rommie is perhaps one of the only non-Nietzschean's that could take me on in a fight and win. Her super human abilities make her a worthy ally and valuable asset to my continued survival.
Trance I barley tolerated to start with, but her knowledge of medicine is of ongoing benefit to my survival and since her change she has developed fighting skills worthy of note.
Harper I found a amusement to me initially, easy to scare, but he has a inner fire that gives him strength. He has seen many horrors in his life but, even with the Maggog eggs, a death threat hanging over his head every day; he still managed to go on with the same annoying passion for life and machines. His skills as an engineer are also remarkable. Harper too seems to understand the importance of procreation although the poor boy is somewhat unsuccessful in his search for a compatible mate. Of all the crew I have grown closest to Harper I am unsure how a mere human an Earthling at that managed to achieve that, but I have come to see him as a brother.
And then there's Beka, for a human she has some remarkable skills, she is cunning and devious, a skilled fighter and, a talented pilot whose skills have saved us from many a harrowing situation. Beka, if she were a Nietzschean, would make an ideal wife; yet lately I have found my self wondering if this even matters. Are her genes not as strong despite their lack of engineering; would not her children be just as strong and capable.
So some how these people have found a way into my life my heart even; and that shakes me to the very core, and wakes me at night. I depend on these people I need them, mere humans as they are in my life; I have become weak.
Claire