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Discussion in 'Academy Grounds' started by SirCatfish, Jul 6, 2018.

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    Being autonomous was difficult. In his past life, Jamie had most of his decisions made for him. He had a schedule set to the minute, he ate the same food, dressed in the same clothes, slept and awoke at the same times. But now that he's got his own say in things, it became difficult. He's got a little bedroom and bathroom that was his own, and a schedule that only gave him a few hours of structure, and almost always he has too much spare time than he knows what to do with. This was difficult. He has quite a lot of trouble deciding on things, and he didn't know many people in this place, since he didn't know how to interact very well, either, so there weren't many people who could answer his questions.

    However, he had met at least one person who he could ask questions to, questions that sometimes made other people look at him strangely, like about turning on a stove, or ironing clothes, or helping him choose clothes to wear. He knew some things. But he wasn't very good at living a normal life. The one person's name was James Havoc, but he preferred Havoc. Mr. Havoc was nice to him. He answered Jamie's questions, and sometimes helped him choose things, and listened to him without laughing or thinking he was insane, which was nice of Mr.Havoc.

    He had asked Mr.Havoc quite a lot of questions. And Mr.Havoc had answered all of them. So Jamie thought it might be nice to ask him a more serious question, this time, because he knew Havoc wouldn't get too mad. He was going to ask Havoc about feelings. Jamie knew what feelings were, or at least he had looked it up on the dictionary and google. But he wanted to ask a real person. Mr. Havoc seemed like a good place to start.

    So he was here, waiting in the courtyard for Mr. Havoc to show up. It was early in the morning, but Jamie liked being up early. He liked watching the sun rise. When he spotted Mr. Havoc coming from the building, he waved and smiled, like he was supposed to.

    "Good morning, Mr. Havoc!" Jamie called out, then added, "Am I allowed to ask you a serious question today?"

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    Havoc wasn't bothered by questions. He didn't see the point in being bothered by questions. If someone didn't know, it was better that they ask and solve the issue, rather than keeping it a secret and watching it blow up in their face. He always asked questions. He always encouraged people to.

    He didn't particularly even note that Jamie asked a lot of questions. Someone who asked a lot of questions was much the same as someone who didn't. He didn't judge it negatively, but he didn't judge it positively either. It just was.

    He liked Jamie as well as he liked most people. He was friendly. He didn't seem that bothered by Havoc. That was good, right? Or at least as good as Havoc could reasonably expect. Honestly, he had a really poor sense of how much people did or didn't like him. The difference between someone liking him and someone hating him seemed very, very slim. His very best guess was that Jamie liked him, because Jamie seemed to be around him a lot when he didn't necessarily have to be.

    That was a good indicator, right?

    Havoc nodded to Jamie as he approached him, in no great hurry with little more than paperwork to do for the day.

    "Of course," Havoc said, wondering what sort of question would warrant the serious signifier. Was 'explain how to turn on a stove so I don't burn my house down' not a serious enough question? No, it had to be something beyond that. Something... really important.

    Which, in Havoc's mind, meant it was probably work related. That was just how Havoc worked.
     
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    Mr. Havoc had said he didn’t mind. Which was good. Jamie knew not to ask people too many questions now, and even if they did one thing all the time, sometimes they might not want to do it, and that was important to respect, so now Jamie always asked. And this kind of question is not the usual kind anyways. He was glad Mr. Havoc said yes. If he didn’t, he would probably have to ask the computer again, and have to read a lot of things that didn’take sense, like the last time he googled what feelings were.

    “Thank you, Mr Havoc!” Jamie said, and did the thing that people call smiling, which he had been taught to do, and it made him seem less threatening. He didn’t know why he’d seem threatening, but that might be a question for another day. One serious question at a time.

    “Well, Mr. Havoc, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Jamie paused to think how he could really structure this. He had considered this before, but now on the spot he was again uncertain. He knew words. He learned about how to use them, at the compound, but he was not very great at coming up with the right ones on the spot. “How... how do normal people have... emotions?”

    He paused to watch for any response. Mr. Havoc didn’t walk away, so he continued.

    “I noticed that people like talking about their feelings, such as on the internet, and also sometimes when I am able to hear conversations. I have not been able to understand what they were, because it is apparently quite abstract. And you are a normal person, yes? So maybe you can explain?”
     
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    Emotions. He was asking Havoc about emotions? Apparently Jamie was even more emotionally stunted than he was, or else he'd probably have realized that Havoc was the absolute worst person possible to ask about anything emotional. Havoc was not 'in tune' with his emotions. Havoc barely had emotions.

    Thankfully, he wasn't completely oblivious. He understood the general theory of emotions. He understood the idea.

    "For normal people, emotions are the same as breathing. You wouldn't ask someone 'how do you remember to breathe?', because you'd never remember. They're automatic."

    Havoc had a sneaking suspicion that the conversation was backward. Jamie was asking him about emotions, assuming that Havoc, a normal enough human, would have them. But really the opposite was probably more true--Jamie seemed to show more signs of some (very confused) emotions than he ever had.

    "I am not a normal person, and have shallow emotional responses. I understand how they are supposed to work in general terms because I did research to attempt to determine what the usual process is, but I do not experience emotions the way most people do."

    He'd had a lot of introspection, a lot of puzzling things out to try and figure out what was going on. Not because he cared--he still didn't, more or less--but because he'd wondered if it would impair him to not know.

    "Do you have things you enjoy?"
     
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    Needing to breathe. That was right. He didn’t have to think about breathing unless if he’s really concentrating. Automatic. So he supposed that’s how normal people had their emotions. Well, he had a bit of normal in him. So maybe he’s been having emotions too? He wasn’t very sure. But there was also a provlem with that ability. He needed to breathe so he didn’t die. That was something important. So does that mean that normal people had to breathe, too?

    “You’re not normal?” Jamie asked. Mr. Havoc had always been nice to him. It had never occurred to Jamie that Mr Havoc would be something other than normal. But again, Jamie wasn’t very sure what normal really meant. So he might have to ask that, too. “Okay. I have not been around long enough to know what’s normal really is.”

    Mr. Havoc had also done research on emotions. That was nice. At least it explained why there were already many searches about feelings on google, enough so it’s automatically suggested to him. People had to look for it, too.

    When Mr. Havoc asked him what he liked, he had to really pause and think. He wasn’t very used to liking things, or being allowed to choose things. He still had a hard time sometimes, because he was allowed to buy things that he wanted, or decide on his clothes. And when there is no scheduled meals, so sometimes he would ignore eating. But he’d had enough time to like a few things.

    “Strawberries. I like those. And also puzzles, wooden puzzles but also sudoku and that kind. And maths, I like maths, I’m good at it.” Jamie said, after a pause. “Is that enough?”
     


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