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[ficcion]

How do you know you're real?

How do you know that someone else didn't write you, paint you, dream you? How do you know you're not just a figment of someone else's imagination? A fictional thing.

And most importantly, would it matter to you? To be as such? Or to know that other is as such? Would it change the way you think of yourself or someone else? Can you truly be more than whatever someone else thought you up to be?

Are we really ever free?

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[ficcion]

There are no wrong pieces, just different ones. Everything has an use if you look hard enough, even if it's not what the one that thought it up didn't think of it.

[criminallysane]

Why, how ruthlessly pragmatic of you!

I've clearly cooked up a genius here. Look at you go!

And it warms my heart, truly, to hear that my creation is so accepting of unusual pieces.

One last question, now, and then I'll let you be on your merry way. What shall I call you, oh child of mine?

You sound like a Margaret, but I'd never presume.

[ficcion]

[ Ah, what the heck. ]

Sophia.

[criminallysane]

Ah, a lovely name! Thank you for that.

All right, Sophia, you run along now. You've got miles to go and pages to ponder!

And when you're ready to think about real-world trials for your theories, well, you just give me a shout.