My, have I called bad experiences to mind? But that is what made it such a surprise, the application of authority, that you would hold such a role willingly.
I don't have a problem with authority unless it holds itself above the people it's supposed to serve. Our force wasn't an authority so much as we were damage control for the few who came in with intentions to bring harm to others.
Oh, we all loved our benevolent and magnanimous overseers,
[ and here there is a noise that cannot possibly be made by a human tongue, sickening and drawing up a bone deep dread, sharp and wet all at once even as it shifts in tone and pitch and nature like indistinguishable syllables ]
[ makes the sort of face one might expect from someone who had just gotten a drink thrown in their face, but didn't want to give any satisfaction by reacting overly much. gross. ]
That isn't precisely what I meant, but fair enough.
[ lifts hir palms, enjoying hirself even if se doesn't laugh out loud ]
It was a rare occasion for them to communicate in direct fashion, regardless, let alone present themselves to intervene. They'd their rules set from the beginning, and haven't cared to change them at least certainly in however many hundreds of years I resided there. The greater concern was what inspired feats their system brought about in others.
...It was more of a home to me than the place I originally came from was. It didn't really have a name.
[ not one he'd ever willingly used, anyway. he's pretty sure that calling it "the dressing room" was some sort of joke on that one clown of an android's part, anyway... ]
Anyway, my thought had nearly always been that we'd primarily been brought there for someone's entertainment.
Assuming I'm correct, I think it was more likely pragmatism. Why let us waste our efforts on resistance of any sort when it's simpler to provide nothing to be worked against?
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