...It reminds you home, without being home. That is frustrating.
[She looks at the poor crab as it scuttles around the box, thinking about her "home" now. Was it ever really a home? It was the marshlands of a prison, and for the longest time she only existed in it mechanically. Without thought, without memory. Without true intelligence. He speaks of a beautiful place that she could never imagine going to. It seems absolutely lovely though.]
I told you before, but I grew up in a prison. However, it wasn't just a prison - it was on an island. Secluded from the rest of the world, the only way to get there was to take a bridge in and out. It got its nickname "The Aquarium" for that reason. Only the prisoners were the fishes -- the piranhas in the tank.
That has been my life. A creature inside a tank. So I guess when I come to this world, and I see the stars, I see a way to walk around a place I never could dream of... I like it here.
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[She looks at the poor crab as it scuttles around the box, thinking about her "home" now. Was it ever really a home? It was the marshlands of a prison, and for the longest time she only existed in it mechanically. Without thought, without memory. Without true intelligence. He speaks of a beautiful place that she could never imagine going to. It seems absolutely lovely though.]
I told you before, but I grew up in a prison. However, it wasn't just a prison - it was on an island. Secluded from the rest of the world, the only way to get there was to take a bridge in and out. It got its nickname "The Aquarium" for that reason. Only the prisoners were the fishes -- the piranhas in the tank.
That has been my life. A creature inside a tank. So I guess when I come to this world, and I see the stars, I see a way to walk around a place I never could dream of... I like it here.