she's like forty pages deep into the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, sitting with her leg crossed over the other. one hand is holding the book, and the other is absently swirling a wine glass. she seems very engrossed. in fact, her thoughts seem to be pretty all in on the book.
Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mindboggling useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God.
The argument goes something like this: “I refuse to prove that I exist,” says God, “for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.”
“But,” says Man, “the Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn’t it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don’t. QED.”
“Oh dear,” says God, “I hadn’t thought of that,” and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.
“Oh, that was easy,” says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.
[ meanwhile todomatsu's thoughts as he sits a few seats away with his beer are just damn she's hot but hopefully that's drowned out by her book thoughts. he also thinks the snort's pretty cute. it makes her feel more approachable!
Yeah, that does seem to be the genre we're in now... maybe that's why they're offering it, so everyone who's unfamiliar can get a better idea of what it means.
I'm from Earth, yeah! Never read it, though. It was written by someone in a different country from me who spoke a different language, so even though it did eventually get translated into ours, it wasn't like, a big cultural thing there.
...Though I'll admit I also just don't really read enough, haha.
[ immediate mood nosedive even though he's still smiling!! ]
Mm... I follow trends on social media, fish, play go and mahjong, go out for drinks... [ play pachinko and look at po— ] aaaand, um, mountain climbing, sometimes? And sometimes I work out at the gym, though I've been kind of bad about that lately.
[ god i'm sorry you can ignore this if you want i just dropped the ball so hard on w0 pcs ]
Yeah, it's— well, you know how we can write messages to each other on the I.R.I.S., and post messages to that HER-MES thing? It's a lot like that, except in my world there are a bunch of different websites and apps that do the same kinds of things with slightly different formats, and people post to them alllll the time.
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she's like forty pages deep into the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, sitting with her leg crossed over the other. one hand is holding the book, and the other is absently swirling a wine glass. she seems very engrossed. in fact, her thoughts seem to be pretty all in on the book.
Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mindboggling useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God.
The argument goes something like this: “I refuse to prove that I exist,” says God, “for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.”
“But,” says Man, “the Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn’t it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don’t. QED.”
“Oh dear,” says God, “I hadn’t thought of that,” and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.
“Oh, that was easy,” says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.
and throné, very gracefully, snorts out loud.]
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anyway. ]
Ah— is that the book they're selling here?
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when he speaks up, she glances over at him, putting the wine glass down.]
Yes, it is. Kazuki tried to explain sci-fi to me, but this is giving me a clearer picture.
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It looks like you're enjoying it.
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[she is enjoying it, absolutely.]
Have you read it before? [...] I think it is a book from Earth, and if I remember right, you're from there.
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...Though I'll admit I also just don't really read enough, haha.
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... What do you do? [if you don't read. she's curious! tell us your hobbies sir]
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Mm... I follow trends on social media, fish, play go and mahjong, go out for drinks... [ play pachinko and look at po— ] aaaand, um, mountain climbing, sometimes? And sometimes I work out at the gym, though I've been kind of bad about that lately.
[ why am i still paying for that membership... ]
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her eyebrow raises involuntarily, but it's fine.]
Social media? [the mood nosedive has her kind of just going ?? ?? ? in return but she doesn't press him on it.]
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Yeah, it's— well, you know how we can write messages to each other on the I.R.I.S., and post messages to that HER-MES thing? It's a lot like that, except in my world there are a bunch of different websites and apps that do the same kinds of things with slightly different formats, and people post to them alllll the time.