Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[Camille Gabriel]

Camille Gabriel

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"Perhaps." Camille rose to her feet as the man approached, quickly switching her focus back to the fountain, as though he were a wraith that would vanish if she allowed her gaze to linger. Beneath the fountain's surface, a carp luxuriated in an artificial current, tail rippling like the sail of an ancient warship. Camille regarded the Kusarian out of the corner of her eye as the man approached, seemingly half-focused on the fountain wildlife. He was almost a head taller then she was.

"Strange, is it not?" She gestured toward a pair of blue fish hovering in the clear water. "That they can spend a lifetime beneath the surface, content to grow and live out whatever lives they may. To endure life between plastic walls and never know that the life they lead is an illusion." She scooped a pebble from the ground, tossing it from one hand to other, dirt etching a faint pattern on her palms. "Imagine it. How infallible must we seem to a carp, if it is even aware of us at all, we must be horrifyingly foreign. To live a life as little more then an ornament for a power so vastly beyond you that it defies comprehension." The pebble hit the water with a dull plop, sending fish scampering for the cover of the fountain."I do wonder, would they fight it if they knew what they were to us? If they were capable of comprehending, of struggling, how far would they be willing to go? To struggle against what, to them, must seem to be godlike power." A pair of hazel eyes drifted up to meet the Kusarian's, a sort of persiflage echoed in them. "And what would they need to do to succeed?"

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Dulce et decorum est.
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