[Note: Spoilers for 'Legacy'.]
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Gemini (May 21 - June 20)
Today you will see a free floating full torso vaporous apparition! It'll turn out that your glasses are smudged.
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There are no such things as ghosts.
There aren't.
Figments of over-taxed imaginations.
Like the Gods of Ancient Egypt. No such thing. A parasite inside a human host. Think on how they were worshipped and feared. Great gods, and the foundations of religion, and society and culture. Nothing more than a snake in the brain.
There are no such things as ghosts.
Like Goa'ulds, the ghost is simply a variant of a myth. Localised phenomenon given a history, a mythology, and a temperament that made it a thing of awe and fear. Human beings felt a need to explain something outside of the scope of their science or their astronomy or simply outside the scope of their understanding of reality. Ghosts, demons, werewolves, witches. Which witch is which?
Sorry, linguist joke there.
Seriously... no such thing.
Logic is the answer. The key, if you will.
There was no key to the Linvris chamber. The door had been blasted, locked. Locked away with all its secrets. Locked away like a tomb. Dead, like in a tomb.
Tombs have ghosts.
Well they would have ghosts... if ghosts existed.
Which they don't.
I'm just sayin'.
Closets have doors too. And now, apparently, they have event horizons. Funny that. No... kawoosh thing though. Maybe the closet door stopped it. Have to tell the General. No need for a trinium iris. Plain old closet MDF and metal should do it. Save a fortune.
Take that, Kinsey and your 7 billion dollar budget.
There's a noise out there, on the other side of my closed eyelids. Rattling, sloshing. Not a ghost then. Ghosts rattle their chains. Make little moany noises and don't make noise when they walk.
Slosh, crinkle. Slosh.
Reassuringly realistic noises, with the tangy scent of antiseptic. Infirmary then.
It's all a blur. Well, hardly surprising.
Jack. Playing with a bag of something. IV solution? Curious like a child.
He sees me. He's coming here.
"Hello." He says in that what the hell happened and should I be worried or annoyed?' voice.
"Hello." Tentative.
"What happened?" Nice and nonchalant. Like this happens every day. Nothing to worry about. Everything's fine. Science has a rational and easily understandable explanation at the ready.
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
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Gemini (May 21 - June 20)
Today you will see a free floating full torso vaporous apparition! It'll turn out that your glasses are smudged.
- - - - -
There are no such things as ghosts.
There aren't.
Figments of over-taxed imaginations.
Like the Gods of Ancient Egypt. No such thing. A parasite inside a human host. Think on how they were worshipped and feared. Great gods, and the foundations of religion, and society and culture. Nothing more than a snake in the brain.
There are no such things as ghosts.
Like Goa'ulds, the ghost is simply a variant of a myth. Localised phenomenon given a history, a mythology, and a temperament that made it a thing of awe and fear. Human beings felt a need to explain something outside of the scope of their science or their astronomy or simply outside the scope of their understanding of reality. Ghosts, demons, werewolves, witches. Which witch is which?
Sorry, linguist joke there.
Seriously... no such thing.
Logic is the answer. The key, if you will.
There was no key to the Linvris chamber. The door had been blasted, locked. Locked away with all its secrets. Locked away like a tomb. Dead, like in a tomb.
Tombs have ghosts.
Well they would have ghosts... if ghosts existed.
Which they don't.
I'm just sayin'.
Closets have doors too. And now, apparently, they have event horizons. Funny that. No... kawoosh thing though. Maybe the closet door stopped it. Have to tell the General. No need for a trinium iris. Plain old closet MDF and metal should do it. Save a fortune.
Take that, Kinsey and your 7 billion dollar budget.
There's a noise out there, on the other side of my closed eyelids. Rattling, sloshing. Not a ghost then. Ghosts rattle their chains. Make little moany noises and don't make noise when they walk.
Slosh, crinkle. Slosh.
Reassuringly realistic noises, with the tangy scent of antiseptic. Infirmary then.
It's all a blur. Well, hardly surprising.
Jack. Playing with a bag of something. IV solution? Curious like a child.
He sees me. He's coming here.
"Hello." He says in that what the hell happened and should I be worried or annoyed?' voice.
"Hello." Tentative.
"What happened?" Nice and nonchalant. Like this happens every day. Nothing to worry about. Everything's fine. Science has a rational and easily understandable explanation at the ready.
"Do you believe in ghosts?"