That question makes the clone's brain sort of...grind to a halt. What do I want? What does it matter what he wants? It's...It's not like he hasn't been asked that question before. He's heard the question before. But...it was always a question from his Jacksonian servant/captors about what he'd like to eat for dinner. It was never what do you want to do - because that was determined for him, whether it was exercise or another trip to the doctor to have a crippling brace put on his back to force him into a hunch. Never what do you want your future to be. No one asked that. No one bothered. And the past four years, since the Komarrans came for him...No. Never. Never that question. What a joke to think he would ever be asked that question. He had a destiny, and if he second-guessed that destiny then he'd see the end of a shock-stick. That was it. So he's never had to answer the question before, never...
And so the clone just stares at Naismith. He stares at him, uncomprehending, trying to process how he should answer that question. Trying to process what that question even means. ]
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That question makes the clone's brain sort of...grind to a halt. What do I want? What does it matter what he wants? It's...It's not like he hasn't been asked that question before. He's heard the question before. But...it was always a question from his Jacksonian servant/captors about what he'd like to eat for dinner. It was never what do you want to do - because that was determined for him, whether it was exercise or another trip to the doctor to have a crippling brace put on his back to force him into a hunch. Never what do you want your future to be. No one asked that. No one bothered. And the past four years, since the Komarrans came for him...No. Never. Never that question. What a joke to think he would ever be asked that question. He had a destiny, and if he second-guessed that destiny then he'd see the end of a shock-stick. That was it. So he's never had to answer the question before, never...
And so the clone just stares at Naismith. He stares at him, uncomprehending, trying to process how he should answer that question. Trying to process what that question even means. ]