Training Log 01: Shiny new powers

[crypddyd]

It's been a day- or something similar to it. After all, time seemed to be a weak thing here. But it's long enough that the pounding in his head from the attack under the Founation is... manageable. His ribs still ache, but he's not going to let that stop him- if Rei needed them to fight, then he would fight. Especially since he now remembered HOW to fight- a weak memory that came with a few other things. Like that fact that he might be royalty(?), but more useful was his skills with a weapon.

So he goes hunting for a big open area- and every other Executor he sees he mentions his intention: to train and test out these new powers. Eventually he finds what he's looking for: what probably was supposed to be a park, though it was slightly twisted like everything else here. But it was open enough that he probably wouldn't hit any non-combatants. A quick switch to his Executor uniform, massive black armor with a fur lined cloak, and he spins his bone spear like an expert.

How strange to have this knowledge but almost no context. Well, it is what it is. He wonders if any of the others will join him?

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Comments

[schardynfreude]

I would question the ethics of any test that willingly harmed someone. You could get to learn other things about your compatriots instead--everyone appears to have their own abilities, their own weapons, their own strengths and weaknesses, for instance. And then there's learning about the people themselves. As people, rather than as test subjects.

[mementomoritz]

Right, that's why they have to sign the consent forms first! That makes it ethical. [Stated with the absolute confidence that only comes from having no idea what you're talking about, but being convinced you do anyway.]

Oh, I've been recording those too- it's very interesting! [She holds up her new notebook, already filled with a fairly large collection of details about everything she's observed today.]

[At the distinction of "people rather than test subjects", though, she looks confused.] ...There's a difference?

[schardynfreude]

Between people as people and people as test subjects? There's a difference, yes. With test subjects, you're more removed from them. You see them as a being, yes, but less as a whole person with an internal life and thoughts and feelings and quirks. You're obtaining raw data, yes? And true enough that our memories are eluding us, but perhaps if we learn more, then we'll have more to share. Things that make us happy, favorite foods, the things we are afraid of.

Getting to know a person for themselves is, I think, more rewarding than reducing them to statistics.

[mementomoritz]

[She frowns, clearly listening to what he's saying but not quite grasping it.]

I don't understand... Why would I be removed from someone just because they're a test subject? I wouldn't be interested in experimenting with them if I didn't think they were- [She pauses, struggling to find the right word to convey her feelings.] -beautiful? Important?

[Medic looks slightly frustrated. She knows what she means, but it's hard to get the meaning across when she tries to explain.]

Everyone and everything is amazing. I want to experiment on them and learn more because they're amazing- I want to see all of them, and know everything. Why does recording and analyzing the data I collect make it less valid, instead of more?

[schardynfreude]

Oh...my, that's certainly not the outlook I was expecting. You're extremely passionate about this, aren't you? [no SHIT] I feel as though, however, not everyone would share that frame of mind? That they might not see experimentation the way that you do. But perhaps so long as you do so respectfully, it would be allowed.

Just please take care not to hurt yourself or anyone else too badly in your data collection.

[mementomoritz]

The one thing I can remember is that life was beautiful. [It's the feeling that forms the core of all her medical knowledge, the emotion threaded through every memory of learning and experimentation, even without the context of where she learned it.] Now I'm starting to think that death is, too.

[She smiles, rocking back on her heels a little.] I can already tell I'm not very good with people- maybe that's why the consent forms help. Having it all on paper, just so you can make sure everyone knows what they're getting into.

[His last request gets a quiet little laugh and a small nod.] I'll do my best! [She can't make any promises because, well, apparently Revenents happen. But she'll at least try.]