Had an off-putting experience after I made it to the beach yesterday. I had just gotten in (after an extra hour sitting in traffic DX), and I wandered into the kitchen while my mom was outside doing something, and sitting on the counter I noticed a glass jar with a butterfly inside. The butterfly was small-ish and kind of monarch-colored, and it
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Although I'm kind of amused at the idea of kind-hearted people trying to free the poor trapped robot butterfly.
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I find it genuinely upsetting to see the poor little thing batting itself against the glass, then dropping to the side, trembling, no doubt confused and frightened by this strange, translucent, utterly inescapable environment. Though it helps when it's quiet- a moment ago I said something I never expected to say: "I can hear the engine on the butterfly now."
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"I can hear the engine on the butterfly now."
That's borderline creepy Isaac Asimov stuff right there, you know.
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*snort* If only I'd read Asimov...
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