Camilla had to laugh, just a little; no malice in the sound, a sweet throaty chuckle. "You don't see it because you haven't been taught. It's quite all right. I had a wonderful teacher. He was a terrible man, but a wonderful teacher. You're talking about control as though it's always got to be maintained by someone, whether it's the self or another, but that isn't the point at all. The point is to shed that entire framework. To shed the necessity for control, the very possibility of control. 'To slip the surly bonds of earth,' as the poem goes; not a classical poem, that one, I can't remember for the life of me where it's from. Probably a Reader's Digest or something. You read the most awful things on trains." She shrugged, and laughed again. "Of course it's not a way one can live consistently. It's only a brief respite. Eventually you come back to yourself. But once you do, you're more free than you were."
Her drink, unmixed and unadorned, did not appeal to her very strongly, but she sipped at it anyway, because it was there and because it was a drink. "It's so funny to talk about these things here, or to talk about them at all anymore. I don't imagine it's possible really to justify anything to anyone; either one understands, or one doesn't, and that's all there really is to it. People fall into place as they're meant to do." She really did believe in fate, after all.
"Your robots, now -- you can trust them perfectly, as you've said, because you made them. You own them. And you've spoken of a robot whom you loved, and whom you believed to love you. But they weren't free, were they? You were their master. Is love truly possible between owner and owned?"
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Date: 2007-06-19 12:43 pm (UTC)Her drink, unmixed and unadorned, did not appeal to her very strongly, but she sipped at it anyway, because it was there and because it was a drink. "It's so funny to talk about these things here, or to talk about them at all anymore. I don't imagine it's possible really to justify anything to anyone; either one understands, or one doesn't, and that's all there really is to it. People fall into place as they're meant to do." She really did believe in fate, after all.
"Your robots, now -- you can trust them perfectly, as you've said, because you made them. You own them. And you've spoken of a robot whom you loved, and whom you believed to love you. But they weren't free, were they? You were their master. Is love truly possible between owner and owned?"