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fandomhigh2019-05-30 05:50 pm
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Practical Philosophy, Thursday
It was a tired-looking Ender they'd find at the pondside, sitting on a pillow on top of a blanket, taking big sips from a bottle of water.
"Apologies," he said. "My son kept me up all night, so I didn't find much time to prepare any grand questions for you today. Though I suppose you could look on the current state of the island as a question mark in and of itself."
No, he wasn't going to mention that he'd been here before, not to the class, and certainly not to Jane, who was mocking him quietly through the device by his ear. "As far as I can see, this is a potential future for this planet - a war and resultant apocalypse of some kind. So often, humanity tries to immolate itself - it's enough to make you wonder if we're all innately self-destructive somehow."
He shrugged.
"It's as good a topic as any."
And as good a way not to think of the Capital Wasteland as possible.
"Apologies," he said. "My son kept me up all night, so I didn't find much time to prepare any grand questions for you today. Though I suppose you could look on the current state of the island as a question mark in and of itself."
No, he wasn't going to mention that he'd been here before, not to the class, and certainly not to Jane, who was mocking him quietly through the device by his ear. "As far as I can see, this is a potential future for this planet - a war and resultant apocalypse of some kind. So often, humanity tries to immolate itself - it's enough to make you wonder if we're all innately self-destructive somehow."
He shrugged.
"It's as good a topic as any."
And as good a way not to think of the Capital Wasteland as possible.
