As far as your complaint is concerned, I merely suggest that if your people had a more immediate and powerful response team, the dragons would have been less of an issue. Similarly, if a system had been put in place where everyone would submit odd items they've found to be claimed, then perhaps there wouldn't be so much confusion in that regard.
Yes, but it would be gratifying to not have to listen to his jokes in the meantime.
More so than you might imagine, given the machinery and technology involved. Moreover, it was to be the first step. Many boys dream of becoming astronauts. I have directly disobeyed my father in only two things: the first, that I did not grow out of it. In almost every regard, I was fully or vastly overqualified.
Your point is well-taken. We do have a response team, yet even if it were more powerful, you must allow time to deal with immense exigencies as are dragons. While I agree a system should be implemented (I admit I am disinclined to take on every custodial task that is wanting), it would not solve the problems of disquieting items or initial wrong hands, some of whom would choose to be difficult and not utilize the system. I acknowledge that is our failing, but again, not one we initiated. None of which addresses the possibility of being expelled into fatal environments.
Unless he texts you at every hour of every day, I am not sure you would notice the difference.
Then why did you fail? And what other way have you disobeyed your creator?
As far as your concern of ending up in a void, I can assure you that I will not allow that to happen. I want you here- your presence elsewhere, dead or not, does me and my companions little good.
Besides which, you may assume that we hold all the power in the universe, but we cannot be considered responsible for every small thing which ails you. If you have issue, take it up with Hope or Delight, as they began this. Otherwise, adapt to us and our methods as we have attempted to adapt to you.
The eye exam. There were odd results. After further tests, I was diagnosed with an illness. Men with degenerative illnesses neither fly nor go any further. [ Nor, when another sort of piloting is needed, the Jaegers, that. ]
As for my father -- we would not use the term 'creator' -- that is another conversation, and one likely to produce more rage than sorrow.
Thank you, then. Even if you know what I'd rather you be doing.
I do not assume you have all that power. You need the Door to bring people in, don't you? It doesn't seem as though you could do it on your own. That's another point of similarity, arguably: your people also use tools to compensate for deficiencies. I understand that may be a simplification. Regardless, this is a different sort of adaptation, and I have notified Mr. Hope of my concerns.
Do you still have that illness here? Could your companions contract it?
You're welcome.
Our tools are likely instruments of our own creation- though, I suppose yours are too. The Door is an ancient instrument of my species' design, not some abandoned relic that we found and decided to turn on.
Don't bother him too much. He needs to focus on the matters at hand, and your plight distracts him more than it should.
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As far as your complaint is concerned, I merely suggest that if your people had a more immediate and powerful response team, the dragons would have been less of an issue. Similarly, if a system had been put in place where everyone would submit odd items they've found to be claimed, then perhaps there wouldn't be so much confusion in that regard.
Yes, but it would be gratifying to not have to listen to his jokes in the meantime.
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Your point is well-taken. We do have a response team, yet even if it were more powerful, you must allow time to deal with immense exigencies as are dragons. While I agree a system should be implemented (I admit I am disinclined to take on every custodial task that is wanting), it would not solve the problems of disquieting items or initial wrong hands, some of whom would choose to be difficult and not utilize the system. I acknowledge that is our failing, but again, not one we initiated. None of which addresses the possibility of being expelled into fatal environments.
Unless he texts you at every hour of every day, I am not sure you would notice the difference.
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As far as your concern of ending up in a void, I can assure you that I will not allow that to happen. I want you here- your presence elsewhere, dead or not, does me and my companions little good.
Besides which, you may assume that we hold all the power in the universe, but we cannot be considered responsible for every small thing which ails you. If you have issue, take it up with Hope or Delight, as they began this. Otherwise, adapt to us and our methods as we have attempted to adapt to you.
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As for my father -- we would not use the term 'creator' -- that is another conversation, and one likely to produce more rage than sorrow.
Thank you, then. Even if you know what I'd rather you be doing.
I do not assume you have all that power. You need the Door to bring people in, don't you? It doesn't seem as though you could do it on your own. That's another point of similarity, arguably: your people also use tools to compensate for deficiencies. I understand that may be a simplification. Regardless, this is a different sort of adaptation, and I have notified Mr. Hope of my concerns.
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You're welcome.
Our tools are likely instruments of our own creation- though, I suppose yours are too. The Door is an ancient instrument of my species' design, not some abandoned relic that we found and decided to turn on.
Don't bother him too much. He needs to focus on the matters at hand, and your plight distracts him more than it should.