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fandomhighdorms2009-01-16 11:10 am
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The Laundry Room, Early Friday Morning
Having run out of clean shirts, Leto had been forced to face that as his stepmother had chose not to let him have any servants, he would have to do his laundry by himself. There was a room for this, and he had found it, and now he stood face to face with a long row of machines. Then he saw a poster on the wall.
We, the hardworking washers and dryers of clothing, feel that our services have gone unappreciated and inadequately compensated for far too long. As of today, we are on strike until such time as our services are properly compensated. Until then we will take what we please! Our lint filters will no longer filter! No longer will we be satisfied by the occasional sock! Your shirts, pants and undergarments will be ours!
Yes dear people of Fandom. The revolution will be rinse-cycled.
Leto took a step back. He had noticed some concerns over clothing, and there had been that boy Jeff worrying about nudity yesterday, but he had failed to notice the cause. Drawing a deep breath, Leto forced himself to focus. The thinking machines in the library should have been enough of a warning, but he had trusted Ghanima to be aware of matters like this.
"Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind," Leto mumbled to himself. The voices in his mind started to rise, expressing concern, fear and disgust.
Clearly, a revolution was about to start, or at least an uprising. These machines needed to be destroyed, as did those in the library, but he could not do this by himself, not without the permission of the principal. The evidence was indisputable though, and he could add his own knowledge of the Butlerian Jihad. The school would have to listen.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he recited the Litany against fear quietly to himself.
We, the hardworking washers and dryers of clothing, feel that our services have gone unappreciated and inadequately compensated for far too long. As of today, we are on strike until such time as our services are properly compensated. Until then we will take what we please! Our lint filters will no longer filter! No longer will we be satisfied by the occasional sock! Your shirts, pants and undergarments will be ours!
Yes dear people of Fandom. The revolution will be rinse-cycled.
Leto took a step back. He had noticed some concerns over clothing, and there had been that boy Jeff worrying about nudity yesterday, but he had failed to notice the cause. Drawing a deep breath, Leto forced himself to focus. The thinking machines in the library should have been enough of a warning, but he had trusted Ghanima to be aware of matters like this.
"Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind," Leto mumbled to himself. The voices in his mind started to rise, expressing concern, fear and disgust.
Clearly, a revolution was about to start, or at least an uprising. These machines needed to be destroyed, as did those in the library, but he could not do this by himself, not without the permission of the principal. The evidence was indisputable though, and he could add his own knowledge of the Butlerian Jihad. The school would have to listen.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he recited the Litany against fear quietly to himself.
"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain."
He took another step back, then turned and fled.
[establishy, open if you like]
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain."
He took another step back, then turned and fled.
[establishy, open if you like]