Doc Alison's Office
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While battle raged elsewhere, Alison sat alone with her musings and thoughts. She couldn't truly say she was sorry, being safely here, instead of risking her life out in the Black. And yet her conscience did nag at her sometimes, in spite of the fact she knew she wasn't cut out to be a fighter pilot.
Paradise...ironic, the people of the world that bore that name were doing their best to give human kind hell, right now. And hardly for the first time.
She sighed, reached and picked up a remote, tapped a button, then spoke: "Create visual montage of Angel race architectural and artistic works, including performance art. Set it to the music of Seraphim Symphony #6."
Alison sat back and watched, as the AI heeded her, using the holo-projector to project the requested imagery, while the music played.
Part of her fascination with Angel kind was professional. As a psychologist, how could one not be interested in what made them tick? But part of her fascination went back to when she was a girl, well before her studies and career.
It wasn't till maybe eighteen months ago that she grasped that Angels reminded her of her father. Particularly as he'd dominated her life when she was young.
The unassailable, commanding persona from up on-high. The cool hearted hand of one-sided, arbitrary justice that seemed to be able reach anywhere.
Yes...there were so many parallels between a narcissist parent and the Angelic approach to galactic governance...
In the holo-projector's image, a particularly beautiful, raven-tressed Angel performed a painstakingly inricate, ballet-like dance, inside a sphere of soft, violet-blue light.
She thought of her brother, whom she'd not heard from for going on four years now. And wished again that, somewhere out there, he was okay. And of her father...doubtlessly performing his own duties in the ESN. In a position he'd only gotten his foot in through the betrayal of those he'd formerly served.
Yes...she had personal reason to despise ego-monsters, false gods. Regardless of whether their dominion was a family household or a galactic federation. And seeing them suffer setbacks or defeats could always bring a smile to her face. Hopefully, the price for it would not be unusually high.
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