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Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 07:15 pm
[locked, quite firmly, from [personal profile] notmonica, and any and all Centre IPs.]

Every hour he spends without cameras, Sweepers, guards, glass, concrete walls... is an hour he cherishes, even after the time he's had outside. A couple of years, after all, have a long way to go before they catch up with most of his life.

The ability to breathe air that hadn't been filtered and recycled and pumped down stories of sublevel ducts, to watch the play of clouds on the grass, feel the radiant heat of the sun -- or the cold of rain and snow -- against his skin is a gift he clings to every moment of. Now that he's learned how to deal with the incessantly loud world around him, he's come to cherish that as well, all of the noises of people and the things they create, despite the headache he had had the first weeks of his freedom until he became used to it.

Then there're the boats, trains, planes, space shuttles, cars... all of these things he had only technical knowledge of before. Nothing had ever told him that the speed of them feels like that first taste of freedom every time he's behind the wheel or the tiller or his hand's wrapped around the throttle.

All kinds of freedom, and he's not giving any of it up. Ever.
Thursday, August 6th, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
No, Jarod...don't give it up...ever.
Thursday, August 6th, 2009 01:50 am (UTC)
What the doc said. Been there, done that, and I wouldn't give up the freedom I've gained for ... well, there are things I would sacrifice it for, but they number pretty much exactly one, and he wouldn't ask. You hold on, hold out, as long as you damn well can! And luck to you!

Don't agree so much on the noisy thing, though. I like my peace and quiet.
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)
*smiles distantly* Yeah, it really is. I've had over 200 years of it now, and every day feels like I got free yesterday. Shadows of that place ... and then Isander'll bull his way into my head, and remind me why things are better, so much better, out here.

Ah, I see. With me, I couldn't get away from the endless noise, endless light. I guess everyone wants the thing they've been deprived of. In my case quiet, in yours noise.

Heh. So long as you enjoy it, I'll not complain. Each to their own.
Thursday, August 6th, 2009 02:19 am (UTC)
Must be something else to be able to appreciate all the little things so completely. Most people have trouble with that. I imagine it gives you a hell of a perspective on things.