Watching and Listening - An Empires SMP AU

Mind

           The clone's regular personality took over long enough to take the finished disc out and then pop in the next one. False managed to catch a look at the label and it was called The Mind Electric, while the previous one was titled The Heart Acoustic. As the song started to play, the hermit was struck by how cold and robotic the mind's voice sounded. So soulless and emotionless. Is that how False thinks of me?

           "Resident Heart is feeble and frail a scourge to purge; due diligence is all. Silent, sad outbursts, inaudible wails, dictate he never does as he's told. Fathers of fathers, brothers of sons, deterred from being what they know they can. All because Heart refuses to run; this creature hardly resembles a man." False winced as she listened to the song lyrics. Because not so long ago she had pretty much a similar sentiment. It hurt.

           "My logic is the absolute, his pity parties simply harm these chances at an apt repute: esteemed regard in place of mockery." The song said, and suddenly False knew what to say to state her case in this mad trial. "If you'd just listen to me and my point of view, we could've made up a long time ago!" She said. "But because of your revenge now we're stuck here like this!"

           The other False giggled. "And isn't this trial me trying to listen to you?" She asked, and False felt like she was struck dumb. She didn't know what to say. Because her clone was right. "It looks like I'm not the one who should be listening to her other self." The other personality said dryly.

           The song went on unhindered while the hermit grappled with the fact that she might not be as blameless as she thought she once was. "I'm sure it seems from his point of view that I'm a simple, cynical machine. But is it so hard to see the whole truth? I merely seek a Soul that's pristine." And then False knew what to say again.

           "All I ever did was so that I could fix you!" The inventor cried. "I just wanted you back to normal. Or at least as close as that as possible." And the song backed her up. "I can't claim that I enjoy this, covering for a tortured boy that's slowly tired of all his toys, his wiles and woes ring like white noise. And I know that it's hard to see my rhyme behind the entropy but if he'd just once humor me, he'd see we need to live life logically."

           "So you're under the opinion that you're innocent?" The clone's regular personality asked. False opened her mouth to reply but hesitated. Because the way that this trial had been going, she was starting to see the three of them in a new light. And she knew that this was mostly her fault. If she hadn't done those experiments on her clone in the first place...

           "See how The Heart plays profound," The mind in the song said, just as the heart made a reappearance. "See how he lies!" He shouted. "But the depth is insincere; a pathetic, thin veneer. All the pain, regret and fear still resound." The mind said, talking over him. "See how his feet miss the ground and he falls inside a hole he dug for me. The kind of irony you'd read in Bible stories. Maybe my existence might be by design. A simple fact that he'll refuse to see."

           The clone looked at the defendant. "So you think that it is all our fault? That you have done nothing?" She asked. The hermit tried to find an answer but nothing came to her. "You had better hurry up." The clone's regular personality told her. "Because the song won't wait for any of us and your allotted time is running out."

          And just as she spoke the song started to end. "Though I seem harsh in all my assessments, we each seek a life lived in the light." The song said, and False seized her chance. "I was trying to help you..." She whispered. "Yet, there lies our Heart, engulfed in resentment, stubborn, pale akaryocyte." The song concluded. It was done and gone, along with any chance she had of winning this trial.