TID: YOU HAVE DONE SO MUCH FOR ME.
Zandra: Eh, I don’t think I’ve done enough! After all, you’re not back to full power yet. So I’ll keep on trying! And you’ve done a lot too so...
TID: MAY I BEG AN ANSWER OF YOU?
Zandra: Oh, of course! Anything! What is it you want to know?”
TID: IT WILL NOT BE PLEASANT, I'M AFRAID.
Zandra: Ahah... Well I’ve gotten a lot of bad news recently, can’t be that bad right? Not worse than some other stuff...
TID: REDACRE MAY BE DOOMED TO THIS.
Zandra: Redacre may be doomed to something? Wha- Nothing could truly destroy all of Redacre?
TID: WE FAILED BEFORE. WE COULD AGAIN.
Zandra: You may have failed before but... Certainly this time it’s different, right? After all this time you have... the club! At least uh, most of us.
TID: THIS EXISTENCE, IN SLUMBER...
Zandra: Well, heh heh.
TID: IS IT WORSE THAN DEATH FOR YOU?
Zandra: I think... Anything that would take one’s free will away would be worse than death for me. If that’s what you’re referring to.
TID: IT IS.
Zandra: Perfect, then yes. I believe free will is an extremely important part of what helps us advance, and what helps us make friends too. Companions, you know, things we wouldn’t really have without it. To be... All as one? I would hate that.
TID: I SHOULD SHOW A LITTLE TRUST...
Zandra: I believe there are definitely those in our club you can trust, of course, heh, who those are I can only give a few names. I hope at the very least I am somewhat trustworthy. But if not because you’ve been betrayed before then, well, that makes sense.
TID: PRIOR TO ME, YOUR KIND WERE CLEVER
Zandra: Clever huh? How clever we talkin’? Solving problems clever?
TID: INTELLIGENT. CRAFTY.
Zandra: Oh yeah, that makes sense. A lot of people love crafting, creating, and showing themselves! Expressing themselves through art and monuments!
TID: BUT YOU WERE NOT AWAKE AT ALL.
Zandra: But... Oh. Really? So we were just being forced to craft and create?
TID: YOU WERE OUR EYES. OUR HANDS.
Zandra: Ah! So we were just tools for all of you, right, that makes sense. It was just all through all of your hands then...
TID: YES. PROGRESS. CULTURE. ONLY OURS.
Zandra: I see. Only your guys’ wow, uhm, huh, that makes me look back and really try and think of what’s been ingenuity and what’s been, well... only you guys... We like to give ourselves credit a whole bunch as humans, but...
TID: IT FELT GOOD, I THINK, TO OWN IT.
Zandra: I think that’s something we can all relate to also, having something you can claim as yours whether that be an idea, object, or something else... I think that’s a very shared ideal throughout all of us.
TID: YES. AND SINCE MY GAMBLE, YOU HAVE.
Zandra: It was a very dangerous gamble, but I don’t think I can say thank you enough for taking it. I’m glad I have no memory right now though of what must’ve transpired with our bodies through the hands of others.
TID: I HOPE SO. BUT IT HURTS YOU, TOO.
Zandra: The act of being woken hurt us? And if so... How so?
TID: BEFORE ME, THERE WAS LITTLE STRIFE
Zandra: Ah, yes, I see. Giving us... waking us all up has led to unintended consequences of... War? People who pillage and hurt others.
TID: IN ANY CASE, I RAMBLE. APOLOGIES.
Zandra: Oh no, it’s fine! I find it all very interesting after all. I’m very certain others would as well.
TID: ENOUGH OF ME HAS BEEN WOVEN ANEW
Zandra: Oh! Are you saying in that, uhm, we have found enough of you again to finish ‘it’?
TID: I AM ABLE TO... REFLECT, AGAIN.
Zandra: I see... Now that you’re able to reflect, what is it that you think of? What is it you reflect upon now? Just if you’ve made the right choices?
TID: THANK YOU FOR YOUR CANDOR.
Zandra: Of course, of course. I suppose we both have things to thank each other for though hUh.
TID: WE REQUIRE YOU TO THINK ALOUD.
Zandra: Well, I know some of us are good at that, but I shall continue to attempt to do my best at doing that...
TID: IT IS ABOUT CONSENT, WITH ME.
Zandra: I think that is certainly something we hold in high regard in our society these days. Consent in everything, consent in actions, consent in relationship we make and form. We view a lack of consent as... Illegal, something horrible, bad.
TID: YES. THINGS HAVE CHANGED, THERE.
Zandra: I imagine. Perhaps things wouldn’t be so bad if those who wished to ‘follow’ him were given a choice to do it, if it was their choice and their wish to follow him... Well that’s their choice, I wouldn’t stop them. But the problem is there isn’t any consent, we’re just taken against our will. Ugh.
TID: THANK YOU FOR THAT CLARITY.
Zandra: Of course! Heh, I might not be the best speaker for most of us... But I try. In the famous expression by someone... I. Do. Word. Good.
TID: YOU SPEAK CLEARLY ENOUGH FOR ME.
Zandra: That’s good enough for me then too, I’m glad.
TID: SURVIVE, ZANDRA.
Zandra: Worry not! I must certainly shall! I... Suppose it is worth asking then, if you feel you are renewed enough, do I end my search for these fragments of memory, or do I keep on going for you?
TID: HONESTLY, I AM CONFLICTED.
Zandra: Hrm. Conflicted?
TID: IT HELPS, FOR I REMEMBER MORE.
Zandra: Right, of course. But at the same time... I mean...
TID: I WOULD LIKE TO REGAIN MY VOICE...
Zandra: ...It is of my own free will, it’s my choice.. And if we could have you regain your voice? I think it would be good to continue on! I know there are many out there who would also like to hear your voice.
TID: BUT I AM ABLE TO ACT, NOW.
Zandra: If you don’t mind me asking, what is it your able to influence and do now? Beyond, of course, communicating with us.
TID: SOME HAVE CHOSEN TO HOST ME.
Zandra: Ah, yes! They have sacrificed themselves to you, is that it, right? I remember you mentioned prior that in doing so... You gain... Control of them?
TID: YES. I WILL THINK ON WHAT YOU SAID
Zandra: Right, interesting...
TID: GOODNIGHT, MY SON.
Zandra: Goodnight to you as well. Don’t worry, before long you’ll have a voice to communicate to us with. And that will be a grand day indeed, a strike back against that who tries to take our choice away from us. But rest now, and regain your power.
