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[ Movie marathons on the network seem to be a thing now don’t they? Glitch and Hiro have finally decided that life has sucked enough for them that they would rather watch other people’s fictional misery.

Hiro mostly doesn’t care what they watch, so he asked Glitch to bring something and then set up the living room of Aunt Cass’ place for viewing. Popcorn, gummi bears, the works. He’s even hauled in every pillow and beanbag he owns to make a den of cushions they can get lost in if necessary. (It often is when Hiro watches horror movies, as loathe as he is to admit it…)

Glitch pulls out a dvd from his bag and all but tosses the bag aside. His comm spills out unnoticed and both teens come into view as the thing begins to air live. ]

Didn’t really know what was good but I surfed the internet a bit and people said this was apparently really fucking good and A+ material. Figured out how to do that whole torrenty thing, so, ta-dah- free movie.

[The DVD is just in one of those standard no name cases on a plain old dvd. Unceremoniously Glitch will just shove the DVD into the player. Meanwhile, Hiro rolls his eyes affectionately. ]

Hey, good job. You caught up with the 21st century. C’mon, what’d you get us anyway?

[ The answer makes itself clear very quickly: some troll has replaced their crappy horror film with something even more horrifying. A home video of someone giving birth. Mercifully, Hiro knocks Glitch’s comm over before much gets broadcasted, although the comm still has a great view of their horrified reactions. Hiro is immediately yanking off his glasses so he doesn’t have to see any more details. ]

What the hell did you download!?

[Glitch is probably the worst of them. His mouth a gape as a hollowesc scream escapes his mouth. He has the curse of twenty twenty vision. What is his life?]

I DON’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW! I THOUGHT IT WAS SOME SHIT CALLED SQUIRRELNAMI! HOW WOULD I-OH MY GOD, WHAT’S COMING OUT OF HER?!

[There might be the sound of a woman screaming in pain at this point. It may be joined by Glitch’s own frightened yelling. He only manages between yells to direct a question they both desperately need answered: ]

SPIKES, HOW DO YOU TURN THIS SHIT OFF?!

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....I hope it hurts when you give birth.

IF you ever give birth. [ Glitch, that's rude. ]

[ There is a short pause there, between that and her reply. That is rude, Glitch, it really is, but when she does answer, she doesn't sound particularly upset. ]

Well, considering the likelihood of any children I might have being taken away from me, no, I really doubt I ever will.

[ Like she hasn't already thought all that through. It's not quite so upsetting once you've accepted it. ]

What are you talking about? [ This is apparently news to him, Hawke. Like what? ]

[ It would be. It's a Thedas problem. ]

There's an... organization, back home. [ Explaining the Chantry itself takes a lot of time, she's found. ] They don't typically allow mages to keep their children, provided they can get their hands on them.

[ Oh...

y-yaaaay. This is definitely what he needed to hear. He just kind of sits there for a moment in pause.

Huh. The whole, family thing still is a foreign concept to him and the thought of parents having their kids taken from them? Doesn't bat much of an eye. Still it sounds very similar to his own. Still, he sounds a bit more confused than sympathetic. ]

Is that a problem? I mean, people do it all the time where I'm from. 'Cept more like everybody decided on it? Or well, the adults really decided on it. The whole separate kids from parents stuff.

[ Okay. That gets a muuuuch longer pause, this time from shock.

The adults all decided to...? Really? ]

Glitch. [ Though, it can't be that different from so many people deciding the Chantry was right, can it? Only on a wider scale? ] Of course that's a problem. You can't just have a child and then just decide not to... to protect them! That isn't how it works.

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[ There's a government conspiracy that he is totally unaware of.

That's how. If Hawke could hear him shrug, Glitch is doing that now.]

We kind of don't have much of a choice. Adults can't take care of kids if they have to make sure the domes don't fall apart. But, since you need kids to make sure the whole species doesn't die out you kind of leave them in the hands of, well, robots?

Yeah. Also I think people get an incentive of having kids. Food for a year or something.

[ It sounds too clinical, but, even he see's there's fault in the system. Little kids end up getting robbed by bigger ones, beaten if you can't handle your powers, but what else is there to do? Can't escape, since nothing out there and all. ]

What...? But if robots can take care of children, why aren't they use those to fix domes instead?

[ Hawke's seen robotic things here. There are ones that fix things, right? ]

Doesn't anyone raise their own children?

Huh...I dunno? Maybe it's just something I'll find out when I'm eighteen. [ He's never had that posed to him. People just couldn't do somethings anymore that robots could unfortunately...or at least from what he's told.

Hm... ]

Nope. No one. People just have kids for the food incentives.

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Oh, Glitch...

[ The kid doesn't even know how bad that is, although not caring about it is... probably for the best, in his case. ]

Well, my world is different in that. I don't think I would survive anyone taking my own children from me.

[ Most likely because they would have to kill her to get to them in the first place. ]

[ Yes...not caring about it. Of course he doesn't care.

Why would he care? it's not like this place makes him question everything.

Not at all. However, her statement does make him question and he does ask. ]

Why's that?

Because I can't imagine still being alive and letting any harm come to them. I've lost enough of my family as it is, I'd fight to the death to protect any that remained.

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