Post by tungstenTinkerer on May 25, 2012 9:04:01 GMT -5
Scratched worlds have a tendency to be... Weird. Many present traits that would look dystopic to a non-scratched observer. LC's world is no exception, but she probably should talk about that herself, if she is up to it.
I think I am a somewhat unique case, in which the fact that I arrived as a baby on board of a fucking meteor was met as a, you know, big deal. In most worlds meteors working as fiery space rocky storks are not a normal occurrence. Yeah, usually your guardian is there to pick you up. I never had one of those, for... various reasons I cannot really get into detail about right now.
So I spent the first years of my life as a lab rat of sorts and was homeschooled till high school, while elite teams of scientists tried to understand how was it possible that I seemed to be perfectly human, and where I came from, and how I survived descending on earth on a meteor. It was like having a hundred parents, none of which was actually your parent, and didn't quite treat you like they were your parents, but... almost so. Anyway, I was treated in a perfectly humane way, not just like some sort of guinea pig.
To be honest I hear there were some religious cults forming around the baby that "descended from the heavens" so the people back at the lab decided to avoid having me run outside too much. Having fanatics around is never pleasant.
When it came the time for me to enroll in high school it was decided that it was unethical to keep me locked in the lab anymore, so they had me enroll in a remote high school somewhere in the country, gave me a new fake identity, lodging, some funds (my money, actually, since it turns out that the meteor I landed on was made of solid gold), and I started my adventure in the world of normal education. Nobody suspected a thing. Of course, I knew better than starting conversations with "You know, I come from space."
Nonetheless it was, of course, horrible, although not as what happened when I was 17.
Because that's when the world ended and I got shipped to the corpse party with five other players.
I think I am a somewhat unique case, in which the fact that I arrived as a baby on board of a fucking meteor was met as a, you know, big deal. In most worlds meteors working as fiery space rocky storks are not a normal occurrence. Yeah, usually your guardian is there to pick you up. I never had one of those, for... various reasons I cannot really get into detail about right now.
So I spent the first years of my life as a lab rat of sorts and was homeschooled till high school, while elite teams of scientists tried to understand how was it possible that I seemed to be perfectly human, and where I came from, and how I survived descending on earth on a meteor. It was like having a hundred parents, none of which was actually your parent, and didn't quite treat you like they were your parents, but... almost so. Anyway, I was treated in a perfectly humane way, not just like some sort of guinea pig.
To be honest I hear there were some religious cults forming around the baby that "descended from the heavens" so the people back at the lab decided to avoid having me run outside too much. Having fanatics around is never pleasant.
When it came the time for me to enroll in high school it was decided that it was unethical to keep me locked in the lab anymore, so they had me enroll in a remote high school somewhere in the country, gave me a new fake identity, lodging, some funds (my money, actually, since it turns out that the meteor I landed on was made of solid gold), and I started my adventure in the world of normal education. Nobody suspected a thing. Of course, I knew better than starting conversations with "You know, I come from space."
Nonetheless it was, of course, horrible, although not as what happened when I was 17.
Because that's when the world ended and I got shipped to the corpse party with five other players.