Ye Shall Be As Gods? – Class 15, Period 3

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Juli was irritated today. Between the singular lack of caffeine and this whole ‘finals’ farce, she was very nearly frowning at the class. If her students wanted to prove that they had learnt anything from her then they’d go out and whatever they wished to accomplish, well, hopefully they’d put a bit more thought into it than they might’ve before she'd spent fifteen weeks of her life in this classroom.

That was all she could ask for really. For them to consider the consequences of their actions.

"Your finals are on your desks," she said finally. "Hand them in when you’re done, and you’re free to go and have a good summer."

[Wait for the massive OCD is up! Yay!]

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Re: Final Questions! Anemone

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Anemone scowled down at the test, twirling her pencil. Stupid test, stupid ethics, and for some reason Naminé wasn't even here to pass notes with. Stupid stupid stupid.

Sighing, she started writing. She was so going to bug Naminé later. Yes, this class was dumb, but playing hooky and not inviting her was rude.


1. Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible.
Stanislaw Lem (1921 - 2006)

Faith is the most dangerous weapon there is, she wrote, and the one most likely to turn on you. If you aren't careful how you wield it, it's going to end up using you, and the result isn't pretty.

Once you've lost it, you can't ever get it back, no matter how hard you try. Faith is instinctive, unhesitating, otherwise it's just conviction, and that's totally different.


2. Laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can.
Elsa Maxwell, September 28, 1958

I do this all the time. Either I laugh about the crazy, or I go crazier. If you can't find the humor in life, you might as just kill yourself now, rather than let yourself die a little bit every day.


3. Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand.
Baruch Spinoza (1632 - 1677)

Anemone bit her lip and stared at the paper for a long time before answering this question.

I'm trying, she finally wrote, but I don't understand. I don't understand why I'm supposed to hate myself, why people think there's something wrong with me, why everything I think and feel is so wrong. I know I'm not the most mentally stable girl in the world, but I'd like to see what your mood swings look like with a couple different voices rattling around in your head. I thought that this was supposed to be a safe place for me to be different, that no one was supposed to hate me here for being me, but I've been judged just as much here as at home. Why should I understand that?

Sometimes I wonder if my problems is that I understand too much. I understand why I was made. I know what Colonel Dewey was trying to do, and what my purpose was. What I don't understand is why people expect me to be indignant about it. I'm not going to weep and wail and act like I'm sorry for who I am, what was done to me, or what I did, because I am not.

Maybe I'm just too Coralian to understand Humans. We've tried for thousands of years to communicate with you, and I think only Sakuya's the only one who ever succeeded.

So no, Dr. Mizrahi, I'm not going to weep. I might get indignant because I am sick and tired of the rest of you looking at me sideways, but I would think you should understand such frustration. I don't lack morals or ethics, despite what my guardians, classmates, and teachers may think, it's just that mine are different from yours. I'm not a human. I don't have your values or hangups, and I'm not going to apologize for that. I'm not going to stop trying to understand, but maybe humanity needs to try and understand me, too.

I'm just what you made me.