( one could say she quite literally lives life on the knifes edge.
and boy does she have ideas. slogging through the dregs of humanity's atrocities in what feels like a past life has colored clarke's assumptions about what torment and pain are meant to look like. some had zero traction when looking at the captain's preference for making them do things to themselves with minimal meddling on his part aside from setting the table, but they're all still horrifying ideas to dwell on. )
It could be a lot of things, right? We could be drugged, stripped of conscious thought and set on each other like animals with no moral restraints while later very aware of every little thing we'd done to hurt people while under the influence. Friday's picture board seemed like a desert, we could be left out there to sunburn and die of dehydration. Maybe there's an oasis that won't sustain everyone, and we have to turn some people out, and still just be left there to starve. We could be lined up single file and forced to watch as everyone in front of us is killed in some horrific fashion. The key to our salvation could be stuck in one persons body and we have to eviscerate them to get it. We could be bombed and suffer the radioactive fallout, it wouldn't be immediate for anyone outside the blast radius, but it would hurt. The captain may just think it's funny to make us dread death and nothing would happen at all. Or it could be killer clowns.
I don't know enough about old movies and books to really guess. What'd the other people you asked say about it?
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and boy does she have ideas. slogging through the dregs of humanity's atrocities in what feels like a past life has colored clarke's assumptions about what torment and pain are meant to look like. some had zero traction when looking at the captain's preference for making them do things to themselves with minimal meddling on his part aside from setting the table, but they're all still horrifying ideas to dwell on. )
It could be a lot of things, right? We could be drugged, stripped of conscious thought and set on each other like animals with no moral restraints while later very aware of every little thing we'd done to hurt people while under the influence. Friday's picture board seemed like a desert, we could be left out there to sunburn and die of dehydration. Maybe there's an oasis that won't sustain everyone, and we have to turn some people out, and still just be left there to starve. We could be lined up single file and forced to watch as everyone in front of us is killed in some horrific fashion. The key to our salvation could be stuck in one persons body and we have to eviscerate them to get it. We could be bombed and suffer the radioactive fallout, it wouldn't be immediate for anyone outside the blast radius, but it would hurt. The captain may just think it's funny to make us dread death and nothing would happen at all. Or it could be killer clowns.
I don't know enough about old movies and books to really guess. What'd the other people you asked say about it?