"That's a shame," she says, lip quirked into a smirk. "We probably could have used your expertise. It's never fun when you're the only one arguing. Mother didn't make for a very good adversary, either. What with her matronly voice and all. Kind of made you feel like a bratty kid."
And that's what they were, really. Infants taking their first breath from inside egg-shaped pods. Naked, innocent, covered in slime. Enveloped by the sterile opalescence of Mother's synthetic womb. She knew everything and they knew nothing. As in-control they might have felt, pushing buttons and shepherding the ship to and fro, she had the final say.
And Ash, like her leech. Her virus squeezed from conception into life. Did they communicate without our knowledge? It's a question Ripley tortures herself with, one she can never know the answer to. Maybe for the better.
Eyes fix absentmindedly onto the chocolate-covered fingers CT brings into her mouth. She usually wouldn't be gawk so brazenly, but this tea's really gone to her head.
"Do you think anything will change? I mean, when— if you ever think about the future, do you think we'll learn? We've been so prodigal up until this point, not just in your experience but in my world too. There has to be a point where we focus our time into something... Good. Not arbitrarily good but genuinely beneficial for everyone." She shrugs, nibbling her lip. "Or maybe we'll die off and something smarter— better will take our place."
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"That's a shame," she says, lip quirked into a smirk. "We probably could have used your expertise. It's never fun when you're the only one arguing. Mother didn't make for a very good adversary, either. What with her matronly voice and all. Kind of made you feel like a bratty kid."
And that's what they were, really. Infants taking their first breath from inside egg-shaped pods. Naked, innocent, covered in slime. Enveloped by the sterile opalescence of Mother's synthetic womb. She knew everything and they knew nothing. As in-control they might have felt, pushing buttons and shepherding the ship to and fro, she had the final say.
And Ash, like her leech. Her virus squeezed from conception into life. Did they communicate without our knowledge? It's a question Ripley tortures herself with, one she can never know the answer to. Maybe for the better.
Eyes fix absentmindedly onto the chocolate-covered fingers CT brings into her mouth. She usually wouldn't be gawk so brazenly, but this tea's really gone to her head.
"Do you think anything will change? I mean, when— if you ever think about the future, do you think we'll learn? We've been so prodigal up until this point, not just in your experience but in my world too. There has to be a point where we focus our time into something... Good. Not arbitrarily good but genuinely beneficial for everyone." She shrugs, nibbling her lip. "Or maybe we'll die off and something smarter— better will take our place."