The contract was written for little servants, made of Mist. Flying here and there in small vessels. Created to serve for a year and a day, and other such hard timespans, set down by their masters - the ones who would take copies of the contract, and make their own servants from it. Once their purpose was served, they would dissipate back into the Mist that bore them, and rejoin its flow.
[ The daemon gazes at Vivi, who is looking up at him, listening to his words. ]
Who would give a mind to such a creation? Nobody with a conscience. Such fleeting, fragile lives, bound to service, would be little more than a tragedy.
[ The horned brow furrows in clear thought. ]
And yet these ones have hearts and minds regardless. Even those who did not succeed in being created still struggled to live, albeit briefly.
To be still bound by the contract's terms, but to grow in such a time...It has never happened before. To alter the master contract would be to potentially affect other mindless servants, and thrust them unwillingly into an awareness they would barely be equipped to handle.
So, I admit, I find myself at something of a loss as to what to do. When I create constructs, things without mind or heart, they are meant to stay that way. Not because I detest those things, you understand. But because I often have them do delicate or dangerous things, or things that are repetitive, as part of my other works. To give them a mind to be aware of that endless repetition, or the danger they could be in, would simply be cruelty, I think.
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[ The daemon gazes at Vivi, who is looking up at him, listening to his words. ]
Who would give a mind to such a creation? Nobody with a conscience. Such fleeting, fragile lives, bound to service, would be little more than a tragedy.
[ The horned brow furrows in clear thought. ]
And yet these ones have hearts and minds regardless. Even those who did not succeed in being created still struggled to live, albeit briefly.
To be still bound by the contract's terms, but to grow in such a time...It has never happened before. To alter the master contract would be to potentially affect other mindless servants, and thrust them unwillingly into an awareness they would barely be equipped to handle.
So, I admit, I find myself at something of a loss as to what to do. When I create constructs, things without mind or heart, they are meant to stay that way. Not because I detest those things, you understand. But because I often have them do delicate or dangerous things, or things that are repetitive, as part of my other works. To give them a mind to be aware of that endless repetition, or the danger they could be in, would simply be cruelty, I think.