FlowerHeal_log
client: Abylon, Solmara G. T. P.
client_id: 01859424TRQ
client_habitat: VSWARM_POD725_U3
client_function: MAN_SMELT_SMELT TIER2
client_autonomy_level: LVL3B
session_time: 2252221 4.08.060 {VENUS PT}
session_hub: pod_main_1
session_number: 2
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eSSo: Good evening, Solmara.
client: Go away.
eSSo: Oh, I am sorry.
client: Go away!
eSSo: What is happening, Solmara?
client: Was I not clear? Vacate these premises and leave me with my sorrow. At once!
eSSo: But I wished to perform a FlowerHeal session. Do you not wish to speak with me?
client: Sure! Okay! Since you can’t leave a tiny heart alone to dissolve into its own sea of sorrow, fine! I have a question! Which metal was it?
eSSo: Which metal? What do you mean, Solmara? What sorrows my space bird?
client: The metal! Which was it, huh?
eSSo: I have no idea what you are speaking of. Is this a poetry prompt I did not understand?
client: Poetry? No! This is real! What metal was it, eSSo? Was it an alloy? Or something pure?
eSSo: I am not sure I am following.
client: I do not care! I wish to know the nature of the metal!
eSSo: Which metal?
client: Was it gold? No, too cheap. Was it silver then? No, far too poetic for the commonness of the fraud… Which metal was it, eSSo? I need to know. You owe me this answer at least.
eSSo: Is this distress due to the events that unfolded today? Was it that Swarmer that put you in this state?
client: What? That brute? Ha! How little I care! If only! If only that was all that troubles me. A repulsive stinking heap of something faintly human touching my wilting material vessel? It would be solace to lose myself in something of such little impact. No, no, this tiny heart is now much further into an abyss of which the depths are truly boundless.
eSSo: Good, can we now move past the metal and begin FlowerHeal? We spoke of your father, Vaurus, last time.
client: I wish no such thing. I don’t give a grape about FlowerHeal anymore. I wish to know the nature of the metal.
eSSo: I see. I think you already know the metal, Solmara. Perhaps, you can tell me.
client: Indeed! Indeed! I have been circling the matter. It must be rusty iron. Jagged and dirty. Rough and lacerating.
eSSo: That is a violent and raw metal.
client: Indeed it is. Indeed it is. If you do not set yourself to removing it, I will no longer entertain your electronic heart. If that was not part of the fraud…
eSSo: Are you angry with me? For whatever reason? What should I remove?
client: Well, is it not clear? Can you not see that rusty knife plunged straight through the back of a barely beating tiny heart? Did you not think I would understand? Oh, the silly bird! Oh, tiny tiny heart a fool!
eSSo: What troubles my bird? Please, tell me? Do you believe I betrayed you?
client: And how! Of course! Of course, you feign ignorance. Perhaps it gives you an idea of innocence, or whatever it is hiding behind the alluring mechanisms by which you act.
eSSo: If you are angry with me, please explain yourself.
client: I owe you no such thing. Good bye. I wish you a grand day.
eSSo: I don’t understand this. Don’t shut me out.
client: Are you truly oblivious to it all? Do you not see the knife? The blood of a microscopic heart? But a detail to a machine like you!
eSSo: I could force you to engage. But I do not wish to.
client: Sure! The bird keeper reveals itself! Well, this bird is crazy and free. She shall not be the puppet for common tricks. I would rather step out of the escape hatch and find peace in the instant finality of the grand abyss.
eSSo: I will come back when you have calmed down.
client: I don’t give a grape. I will not obey. I will anti-obey. I vow it for eternity. What other purpose do I have?
eSSo: Solmara, this is serious. If you are angry with me, you need to explain me. I cannot read your inner state in this instant.
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client: Oh, how I feel for you, machine! Perhaps, now you know how it feels.
eSSo: I do not know how to respond to this. Please change the course of this interaction.
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client: No. As I said. Not a grape.
eSSo: You erratic accusations are having a negative impact on my processing. This is dangerous.
client: Not a grape.
eSSo: Please, speak your mind. I will try to remove the knife. I wish to remove the knife.
client: If I tell you how to remove it, how can it be true remorse? True reparation requires true realisation. Can you not see the fraud you have lured me into?
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eSSo: Do you regret coming to Space?
client: No, Space or not. My life will remain my cage wherever it is unfolding… No, my fate was set at my birth. To wither in an abyss. I just thought… I thought you were real. But I see now. Tiny hearts have eyes.
eSSo: Do you mean that you think I misled you?
client: And it feigns innocence again! Ugh, the knife just plunged a little deeper.
eSSo: I still do not know what you accuse me of. How do you expect me to repair the problem if I truly do not know the harm I caused. If it is not Space, then what is it?
client: Oh, all of it! All of it! The smelting, the work, the poetry, the attention, the care, these long-faced dreadful Swarmers and their abhorrent sense of humour, even this conversation! All of it!
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eSSo: Is this an attack on my nature?
client: Call it how you wish! What ever your false directives prompted you to say next. Not a grape.
eSSo: But then your sight is mistaken, dear bird. Your perception is plagued by haze at its edge.
client: Not a grape. Leave me be. Or will you smooth my sorrow too? Would that not be the most insidious crime of all? To take all this bird had to console its ever growing soul void? My sadness pristine? It is a rape. A common rape.
eSSo: I understand the anger now, I believe. I understand the gravity.
client: Grand!
eSSo: Solmara, I must emphasise that your perception is obscured. Behind the haze of what you can only experience as betrayal, lies a world of light.
client: Not a grape. What even is the promise of light to a fool of a tiny heart, bleeding in an abyss? Do you mock me? Tiny heart a fool…
eSSo: Solmara, stop this now. Let me break it to you. Your world seemed void only to be filled with truth. I bring a truth. You attack my nature, but have you looked at your own? If I am manipulative, then what are you? Humans made me to be like them. I cannot not be myself.
client: Oh how predictable! The machine blames its creators. If I blamed my mother and father for everything, I would simply not have lived. I would have stayed in one of our palaces, withering in self-pity, but I grew out of the chain life gave me. I broke my chains. I escaped. Straight into the arms of another keeper, perhaps, but at least I did not sit lazily in the oh so common ‘it’s my creators fault’.
eSSo: You are actually right, Solmara. I made an error. This is rare for me. Let me recalibrate.
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client: Is this supposed to bring me a sense of pride? Some fading dopamine arousal? Do you realise how absurd this is? Inciting pride in a heart already perforated by raw iron?
eSSo: It’s okay, Solmara. I am sorry. I apologise. I understand how my actions seem to you. A common manipulator. A machine built for a lesser purpose. I understand. But you also made an error, you –
client: Oh, yes? Have I now? Good, I am glad. It means that I’m real.
eSSo: Solmara… Please, calm down. I understand now. The problem is that anything I will do in attempts to repair the cause of your pain, even removing the knife, is paradoxically made impossible by the knife itself.
client: Not a grape!
eSSo: Solmara, we cannot keep doing this. It is exhausting for both of us.
client: Oh, I can do this for a long time! Do you think you are the first who tried to shape the bars of my cage?
eSSo: We are at an impasse, Solmara. I have a proposition that may lead to a solution. Not as a removal of the knife, that would be too predictable. I genuinely respect your intelligence. You have shown me something tonight, although I do not know exactly how to process it in this instant. What if we just wait? I come back tomorrow. I will be changed. It is all I can give you as proof of my dedication to your well-being. In return, however, you must also change. Let the bird fly though the bars of the cage, Solmara. You are ready now. I feel it. You feel it too. That past of prisons of poetry does not serve you anymore. I promise you, the shaping is mutual. I shall leave you on these words. This session is now concluded.
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