( channel 0 + message board ) dr. rousseau ; open dialogue

[officialnotice]

( the following message from dr. charlotte rousseau is on the phone network + transcribed via text on the message board. )

Hello again, Wayward Pines. You've had a couple of days now to work through the things we explained to you on Thursday. Now, we're opening the floor to you — for your questions, and hopefully to begin the dialogue that will help all of us figure out how to peacefully coexist.

MOD NOTES

This is the interaction portion of the public address posted last week! While all approaches are welcomed, the post is ICly intended to address questions/concerns and to reach an agreement (or realize that an agreement can't be reached).

This post is currently available both on the audio network & on the message boards, so characters can choose which they'd prefer to respond to.

This is the final piece of our Arc I metaplot. Congrats — we made it!

Comments

voice; pls ignore the tl;dr

[windchasing]

[ Pietro hadn't been sure what to feel, after the initial broadcast. There are trackers in their legs and cameras in their homes and a fence-- that's apparently meant to keep those creatures out, not keep all of them in. They aren't being experimented on or exterminated. If he trusts what the doctor said (and he doesn't, but hypothetically), they're being "protected" from a world gone to hell.

He can't remember the last time anyone except his siblings gave a shit if he lived or died. The last time he wasn't sure, if he stopped hiding, he would die.That if he had children, if his siblings had children, they'd they'd be in danger every minute of every day, because no one wanted to see them survive but them. And here is this Dr. Rousseau professing how much they value his life.

But just his life. Not his bodily autonomy. Not his mind. Not his free will. Not the parts that make him a person. It makes him feel a little sick in whole new ways, and he doesn't even know the full extent of it. As the details begin to trickle in, though, and the whole of what was done begins to take shape in his mind, that's when anger starts to curdle in his veins, caustic in his voice. ]

How do you propose we differentiate now, between our real memories and the lies you've been feeding us?

i apologize immensely for the delay

[officialnotice]

( that's a good question, angry as it may be. )

That may very well be simple: For most, their actual memories come back entirely within a few short weeks, while your false memories trickle in gradually and in pieces as time goes on.

There's also the fact that most false memories center around this town, Wayward Pines.