Hal Emmerich (
vulpesvivus) wrote2012-11-05 04:13 pm
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They say 'the apple never falls far from the tree.' That one's got something to do with family and where you come from influencing you.
But what if the tree's on a hill? Maybe it will fall nearby, but it doesn't have to stay there. If it's something like that, the apple could roll as far as it wanted to. You can't really help what family you're born into and how, but it's up to you whether or not it makes a difference. An apple can only fall off a tree once, but it can travel anywhere after that.
What do you think? Does the kind of family someone's born into really determine anything about them?
[Otacon sighed as he sent the message--there was no way Liquid could ignore something like that. Fine with him, that was the whole point. Just like it had been the first time around, someone had to stop him from doing stupid things around here. Otacon couldn't control him--really, who could control Liquid Snake--but he could keep an eye on the soldier and make sure he didn't start more trouble than was necessary.]
[He stood outside the Goldenrod hotel, Pokegear in hand, and simply waited, the Chatot perched on his shoulder whistling softly and ruffling her feathers.]
But what if the tree's on a hill? Maybe it will fall nearby, but it doesn't have to stay there. If it's something like that, the apple could roll as far as it wanted to. You can't really help what family you're born into and how, but it's up to you whether or not it makes a difference. An apple can only fall off a tree once, but it can travel anywhere after that.
What do you think? Does the kind of family someone's born into really determine anything about them?
[Otacon sighed as he sent the message--there was no way Liquid could ignore something like that. Fine with him, that was the whole point. Just like it had been the first time around, someone had to stop him from doing stupid things around here. Otacon couldn't control him--really, who could control Liquid Snake--but he could keep an eye on the soldier and make sure he didn't start more trouble than was necessary.]
[He stood outside the Goldenrod hotel, Pokegear in hand, and simply waited, the Chatot perched on his shoulder whistling softly and ruffling her feathers.]
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Let's take a strategy game that has no hidden information and no random events. Chess is a good example, let's go with that. Even with its deterministic rule set, there can still be a great number of unpredictable moves. One could say that this suggest that the experience of free will emerges from the interaction of finite rules and deterministic parameters that generate infinite and unpredictable behavior. However, if we were to take all of these events and evaluate them, the seemingly random data could be reduced to a predictable function. Any move, even the seemingly unpredictable, could be determined by taking into account all factors.
It's the same with the human brain. We simply don't have any better way of predicting it than by observing the brain's own computations. That doesn't mean that it isn't predictable, or that we are any more free agents of will than your apple. We're simply pulled by more than just gravity.
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Nobody can just predict any given action someone might take at any given second. Fate and destiny, if they even exist, don't determine half as much as people think they do.
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[Yes.]
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[Like annoying the hell out of you. And giant robots.]
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[Close. Too close for his comfort, because he knows from experience that when Otacon latches onto someone, he won't let go.]
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James, you can either tell me or I can send a very large and very angry bird to go looking for you. Your choice.
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[There is never an easy way where Liquid is concerned.]
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[There is now a cranky Pidgeot hunting your ass down, Liquid.]
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If you think a bird is going to be a hindrance, you don't know me very well, Emmerich.
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[Hey, who's the trenchcoat-wearing nerd behind you, Liquid?]
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[Liquid senses a disturbance in the force.]
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...Son of a bitch.
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[THAT SHOULDN'T BE POSSIBLE.]
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[Shrug.]
So I came here a few minutes ago and had Hakubi make the choice for you.
[Pointing to the preening cranky hellbird outside.]
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Well, doctor, I didn't think you had it in you.
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[Just gonna turn on his heel and try to abscond the fuck out of there.]
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[Otacon would just grab Liquid's wrist and hold on for dear life even if he ended up getting dragged across the station.]
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