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004 || Voice
Mar. 1st, 2012 08:49 pm[Ivy's voice is calm but there's an edge of steel underneath; she's not quite in full-on supervillain mode but she sounds....vindicated.]
Were we supposed to learn something from that little expedition, I wonder? The Admiral doesn't seem the type to let his crew off for shore leave but I think he'd easily run to an educational field trip or two.
Truth be told, I've dreamt of that city many times. A city, a world, a culture that felt it had surpassed nature. A population sitting at the top of the tree, believing that it's too far away to concern them when they let their toxic filth wither the roots below. Letting their vanity and self-indulgence distract them from their imminent extinction. There was nothing left for them. The air was toxic, the seas were poison. They were generations beyond the point that the Earth could possibly have healed itself and they were still pouring salt into the wounds.
What we've just seen is the future I fight against. The plutocrats and polluters I've killed were the men building bridges to that world. They were the ones leaving a poisoned world to their descendants, abandoning them to die young so that they could die rich. They made decisions in offices and boardrooms that would kill more than I would ever contemplate.
But of course, I'm the monster. The eco-terrorist. The bad guy. And I embrace it.
[A brief pause.]
Anyone who remembers calling me Pamela Isley, I suggest you let that memory go.
[Private to Erik]
I haven't heard from you since this was over. [How are you doing bro.]
Were we supposed to learn something from that little expedition, I wonder? The Admiral doesn't seem the type to let his crew off for shore leave but I think he'd easily run to an educational field trip or two.
Truth be told, I've dreamt of that city many times. A city, a world, a culture that felt it had surpassed nature. A population sitting at the top of the tree, believing that it's too far away to concern them when they let their toxic filth wither the roots below. Letting their vanity and self-indulgence distract them from their imminent extinction. There was nothing left for them. The air was toxic, the seas were poison. They were generations beyond the point that the Earth could possibly have healed itself and they were still pouring salt into the wounds.
What we've just seen is the future I fight against. The plutocrats and polluters I've killed were the men building bridges to that world. They were the ones leaving a poisoned world to their descendants, abandoning them to die young so that they could die rich. They made decisions in offices and boardrooms that would kill more than I would ever contemplate.
But of course, I'm the monster. The eco-terrorist. The bad guy. And I embrace it.
[A brief pause.]
Anyone who remembers calling me Pamela Isley, I suggest you let that memory go.
[Private to Erik]
I haven't heard from you since this was over. [How are you doing bro.]
