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Post by Rojo on Feb 22, 2009 16:15:41 GMT -5
Quentin seems to think about this.
"Well, none that could be accessed at this precise moment in time..." he replies apologetically.
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Post by Seven on Feb 22, 2009 17:05:21 GMT -5
He shakes his head. "That is fine. Do you have any ideas on what we should do next though?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 22, 2009 17:18:02 GMT -5
"Well, maybe trying to find more people...I mean, if we are to repopulate the universe then we would need a woman, or wait for evolution to adapt males to have children..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 22, 2009 19:35:37 GMT -5
He chuckles. "Yes, well I don't know how it was on your world, but even if we found a female, I bet you anything she would not favor the idea."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 23, 2009 11:50:46 GMT -5
"Well, prehaps that magic of yours could impregnate a lady...unless you have already tried."
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Post by Seven on Feb 23, 2009 12:59:01 GMT -5
He blinks, looking up at him with eyes slightly widened. He looks away for a moment. "I can't help but think that would be extremely rude--even just to try."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 23, 2009 13:02:35 GMT -5
"Well, with her consent obviously, and I didn't think the enslaving kind cared about people other than themselves anyway..."
Quentin sniffs loudly and scratches his eye.
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Post by Seven on Feb 23, 2009 13:06:59 GMT -5
"Well....the potential flaw in this idea is that we'd still need a woman."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 23, 2009 13:36:44 GMT -5
"Well, let's forget that for now..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 23, 2009 13:38:41 GMT -5
Thrasymachus suddenly pauses, staring at Quentin.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 23, 2009 16:53:12 GMT -5
"Well, what are the staples of society?"
He places his elbow on his other arm which is crossed across his chest and strokes his chin.
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Post by Seven on Feb 23, 2009 19:00:55 GMT -5
"Government," Thrasymachus said automatically. For a moment though, he was wondering if it he could change Quentin's gender....
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 15:07:40 GMT -5
"Well, I think some things come before government..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 15:56:54 GMT -5
He blinks, snapping out of it. "Right. But those are the necessities for individual survival. Food, water, shelter--though we might not need shelter since there's no weather."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 16:02:12 GMT -5
"No weather yet. We need a sun."
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