Monday, June 22nd [Morning].

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Since Valentine was doing a bunch of random things on her computer in her room between bites of cereal, it would only make sense for one of those things to be lurking around in one of the island's IM chatrooms. She wasn't exactly sure if anyone would even be around, on their computers, like her in the morning, but it wasn't as if she wasn't already there.


*nottheholiday has logged into chat.


[[ shhhh, it's my only day off this week ]]

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god : But who's to say I'm not Nietzsche, looking for a barrel of laughs?

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demosthenes: If God is dead, and Nietzsche is God, then Nietzsche, too, is dead.

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god : A state of being he probably thoroughly enjoys.

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demosthenes: Especially if he's got Net access.

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god : I'm told the Net is a good forum for dead philosophers past their prime.

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demosthenes: They tend to suckle new life from the teat of the congregating idiot masses; the Nets breed them in droves.

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god : And kills them just as quickly, if they don't know when to let it go. But then that's tradition, too.

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demosthenes: I guess a dead guy would be the authority, as well.

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god : I am. :)

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demosthenes: ...the smiley face is a very nice touch. ;)

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god : I find philosophers listen better if you offer wisdom with expression.

Ender was well aware they were just amusing themselves, but it was that kind of day at work.

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And, really, this was the most fun Valentine had had in days, which on a certain level was probably kind of sad, but she didn't care.

demosthenes: I'll admit it seems to have a better turn-over rate than that whole smiting thing.

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god : Smiting loud voices tends to backfire.

Hate it as he would to admit it, that was probably the Peter in him.

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demosthenes: But reaps greater harvests than smiting the quiet ones.

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god : Depends on the harvest. And the reaper.

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demosthenes: We were talking philosophers...

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god : But is the reaper the one who silences them, or the one who has something to gain by the outcry?

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demosthenes: Or maybe it's just the scythe being used.

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god : Or maybe the philosopher was a scythe to begin with, and we just didn't notice until the end.

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demosthenes: A scythe by any other name still cuts the wheat, given that the blade is still sharp.

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god : Prosaic again, dear Demosthenes. Nevermind semantical. But we were talking about philosphers. Scythe, reaper or reaped? The one thing they'll never be or have is a harvest.

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demosthenes: Now who's being prosaic? Not one that'll last all winter in the larders, anyway.

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god : I'm fighting fire with fire. Which is also something philosophers lack come the winter.

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demosthenes: If only we had a Prometheus, so that he might steal it from the gods.