I stayed up late and wrote some more. Ha! 999 words now!
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"I've known people who were reprogrammed. Didn't take on me, but it usually does. They make you not want to do the things you used to, not steal or rebel or whatever, and that means something's gone from that person. Something that made them them. Sometimes it's not that big a part and they can still do stuff, work and suchlike, but there's a spark missing. Not always a bad thing in really nasty cases, but you see, if they took away all emotion and drive like Avon said, they wouldn't have a reason to do anything at all. I've seen that. People who just sit there and look at nothing much and have to be made to eat."
"Oh, Vila." Soolin squeezed his hand.
"It's all right. I mean, it wasn't, but I'm glad I didn't know them well." Vila wished he hadn't said that; it sounded so callous. And it was, really. You had to be hard to stay afloat in the Federation. He went on quickly. "So they must give mutoids something to make them good officers and soldiers, and they are. Maybe it's pride in what they are."
"Really?" Soolin sat up and looked at him. "That's... something, anyway."
"And Ilka, she's not a bond slave or anything like that. She's an officer, with officer's rights and all. Not a bad life really, compared to some."
This is really sad :-( It makes me think of Wolfgang's grandmother in the late stages of dementia ("People who just sit there and look at nothing much and have to be made to eat.") I'm impressed how you've managed to take an entirely undeveloped idea from canon and put so much meaning into it.
Soolin's mutoid sister was the excuse for a mission they're going on, but I'm getting really interested in the whole thing, the background and how she will react. :-)
something's gone from that person. Something that made them them
This is quite a thinker. I am reminded of the children on medication at school. It's a good thing,to help them, and it does calm them down and help them get along and learn, but they're all dulled at the edges. Something's gone. It's such a difference, when the meds sink in.
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Such a sad passage.
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This is quite a thinker. I am reminded of the children on medication at school. It's a good thing,to help them, and it does calm them down and help them get along and learn, but they're all dulled at the edges. Something's gone. It's such a difference, when the meds sink in.
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