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fandomhigh2012-03-06 06:48 pm
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Polar Opposites, Tuesday
"Hello everyone," Alistair chirped, as was his wont. "I know you're all looking forward to whatever we're going to discuss today, so we won't waste any time in picking a topic."
He was maybe slightly deluded about his own ability to motivate the class.
Alistair reached into the jar o'topics and pulled out one neat little print-out. "Today, we're going to be talking about..." He unfolded the note, glanced at it, opened his mouth, and said, "...Intellectual property rights!" Beat. "What?"
"Is that the right to have intelligent property?" Morrigan asked, bewildered, as she peered over his shoulder. "Human and Elven slavery is abominable, 'tis true, but I don't think my chickens are smart enough to need rights..."
"No, it's something about..." Alistair squinted at the paper. "...protecting... stuff."
Thank you, Alistair.
"Ah! Here we go," he said, and pointed at it. "'Intellectual property (IP) is a term referring to a number of distinct types of creations of the mind for which a set of exclusive rights are recognized under the corresponding fields of law.' ... What?"
"Like potions?" Morrigan guessed. "I do not share the recipes in my grimoire, but what has the law to do with that?"
"No, no, it's obviously like, forged paintings," Alistair interjected. "I never got the big thing about those. I mean, it's not like they didn't put in the effort..."
He was maybe slightly deluded about his own ability to motivate the class.
Alistair reached into the jar o'topics and pulled out one neat little print-out. "Today, we're going to be talking about..." He unfolded the note, glanced at it, opened his mouth, and said, "...Intellectual property rights!" Beat. "What?"
"Is that the right to have intelligent property?" Morrigan asked, bewildered, as she peered over his shoulder. "Human and Elven slavery is abominable, 'tis true, but I don't think my chickens are smart enough to need rights..."
"No, it's something about..." Alistair squinted at the paper. "...protecting... stuff."
Thank you, Alistair.
"Ah! Here we go," he said, and pointed at it. "'Intellectual property (IP) is a term referring to a number of distinct types of creations of the mind for which a set of exclusive rights are recognized under the corresponding fields of law.' ... What?"
"Like potions?" Morrigan guessed. "I do not share the recipes in my grimoire, but what has the law to do with that?"
"No, no, it's obviously like, forged paintings," Alistair interjected. "I never got the big thing about those. I mean, it's not like they didn't put in the effort..."
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