It’s hard to have a clear-head when answering the question “are you for or against LaMB”. Like I would say, every side has its own good, if it’s used in the right purpose and in the right way. However, as this is my last entry participating in the LaMB’s journal, I lift up my glasses and take a closer and more considerate look at it, therefore stating my idea as “opposition”, even though I might have somewhat supported it in my previous entries.
Given that LaMB is created to become a punishment for criminals that deserve more than a hundred years of imprisonment, I will have no hesitance in giving in a hand to build up this system in the future. The advanced technology which LaMB represents gives not only the most effective solution to crime prevention and the absolute righteousness, but also the free-of-charge workers who unconditionally serve humanity – after all, this is why they called it the Recycle of Criminals, meanings to gain something better and more profitable.
Notwithstanding, my belief in the creatures that have been awarded the unusual intellectual ability has long vanished; as the more intelligent they’re, the more ambitious and greedy they become. Provided that the system of LaMB is built, would it loyally serve the original purpose, or would it expand to be a system of converting humans being into validated slaves? This is, indeed, not impossible. I can foresee the scenario of the poor, homeless, and starved people being pushed against their wills to the framework of Lamination, to become a LaMB that is ready to be on service of whomever rich and powerful. In the viewpoint of the authorities whose idea is to get rid of poverty by whatever means, it’s a common sense.
My train of thoughts doesn’t reach its station yet. The come-into-reality of LaMB may lead to the destruction of mankind, since every country has a will to reinforce and strengthen their armies, and the source that they may exploit on is so obvious; plus, criminals are everywhere to be found. When their greed reaches the extreme, there’s nothing that can block their way from the utmost power to control their planets. Over all, good as it may seem, the use of LaMB in the future should be considered in all fronts before being applied to real life; otherwise, it will comes along with wars and destructions to the planet of Cerra.
Well, since this is the last entry, I ‘d like to say some trivial things about my previous journey. Let’s say that “human” is the name that can be applied for any specific kind of high-intellectuality in other planet as well, alright? By the way, it’s very great to join this contest with you Earthians, and I hope that you guys will have a great new year, with happiness, prosperity and luck. God bless you all!
Last words by Levíce ne Karinesta
Sartie, 31 Januan, 1561
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Free your will...
“Free will” is not something you can always come have; for the sake of other people, or for the sake of more important wills of ours, we must take it for granted, self – convincing “Give it up”. For countless times, I’ve tried to stop tears from bursting out; and my throat hurt as if there were thousands cracks inside. Sounds familiar? Yeah, well, that’s the symptom of a widespread illness called “shortage-of-free-will”. I bet almost all Earthians have experienced it once, am I right?
Living in a family as mine is not at all easy, especially with such hard people like my parents. My mother, though, is very generous, kind, careful and compassionate, is very impatient and quite conservative at times. My father is extremely querulous, inconsiderate, and hot – tempered, although he’s beyond others in honesty, skillfulness, and a little bit of artistry. In order to make my own family stay in peace, I try my best training myself to be extremely patient and composed in whatever situation it is. The whole training didn’t turn out to be fruitless; I ‘m now be able to fit in and to face up with situations when there must be some gives and takes. Notwithstanding, however hard I tried, I can never put up with being controlled in how to manifest my own feeling on my own face. And, when I come to think of it, this makes me feel like I’m a “LaMB”.
Tell me whether or not you feel so irritated when your parents or some adults say to you “Don’t make that face with me!”, or “Don’t you cry! Who did the wrongdoings?” , then when you turn to someone else, they just sneer, leaving some words behind “ Get a grip of yourself, kid.” How do you feel? Small, unimportant, ashamed of yourself or what?
Some years ago, my parents celebrated a small party with my brother in law’s family. Everyone in my family had already had their places: my parents were with his; my sister was with the small kids, and my brother moved around to take pictures – he was asked for. The only one remained lonely and bored, was me. I knew not a single person there, and plus, I’m not at all sociable. I tried to smile at everything, thus, sometimes, I realized myself smirking like a fool. Soon after that, I got bored with the party; everyone was chatting so enthusiastically and the food was served slowly – they made me feel more and more fed up. “This is a nonsense party” – I said to myself. My parents came to me, shook my shoulder, and whispered to my ears “Cheer up, sweetheart. Why don’t you talk to somebody.” I said “Yes, whatever you say” and carried on with the malignant tumor of boredom inside. I tried to pick up a conversation with a lady beside me, and it was, overall, a nonsense conversation about Santa Clause – it made me feel so incompetent.
Let’s just say what happened at home afterwards is a result that can be predicted in no uncertain terms. I was scolded for not smiling, for not chatting with people, for my look that get them on their nerves, and for my manifestation towards the party. That was ridiculous! In the very beginning, there wasn’t a moment that I felt interested in the party; I knew for sure that it would turn out that way, and it’s only the matter of time. Why must I smile when I’m not happy? Why must I show my agreement when I’m not at all agree with it? Living with a mask on, is it better than living with true manifestations?
I don’t want to have a face of a LaMB – no feelings, no sign of life. I have no intention of burying my free wills; on the contrary, as long as it causes no harm to others, I will let it fly away, and take full responsible of it at whatever cost.
Do you dare?
Last words by Levíce ne Karinesta
Tuelie, 20 Januian, 1561
Living in a family as mine is not at all easy, especially with such hard people like my parents. My mother, though, is very generous, kind, careful and compassionate, is very impatient and quite conservative at times. My father is extremely querulous, inconsiderate, and hot – tempered, although he’s beyond others in honesty, skillfulness, and a little bit of artistry. In order to make my own family stay in peace, I try my best training myself to be extremely patient and composed in whatever situation it is. The whole training didn’t turn out to be fruitless; I ‘m now be able to fit in and to face up with situations when there must be some gives and takes. Notwithstanding, however hard I tried, I can never put up with being controlled in how to manifest my own feeling on my own face. And, when I come to think of it, this makes me feel like I’m a “LaMB”.
Tell me whether or not you feel so irritated when your parents or some adults say to you “Don’t make that face with me!”, or “Don’t you cry! Who did the wrongdoings?” , then when you turn to someone else, they just sneer, leaving some words behind “ Get a grip of yourself, kid.” How do you feel? Small, unimportant, ashamed of yourself or what?
Some years ago, my parents celebrated a small party with my brother in law’s family. Everyone in my family had already had their places: my parents were with his; my sister was with the small kids, and my brother moved around to take pictures – he was asked for. The only one remained lonely and bored, was me. I knew not a single person there, and plus, I’m not at all sociable. I tried to smile at everything, thus, sometimes, I realized myself smirking like a fool. Soon after that, I got bored with the party; everyone was chatting so enthusiastically and the food was served slowly – they made me feel more and more fed up. “This is a nonsense party” – I said to myself. My parents came to me, shook my shoulder, and whispered to my ears “Cheer up, sweetheart. Why don’t you talk to somebody.” I said “Yes, whatever you say” and carried on with the malignant tumor of boredom inside. I tried to pick up a conversation with a lady beside me, and it was, overall, a nonsense conversation about Santa Clause – it made me feel so incompetent.
Let’s just say what happened at home afterwards is a result that can be predicted in no uncertain terms. I was scolded for not smiling, for not chatting with people, for my look that get them on their nerves, and for my manifestation towards the party. That was ridiculous! In the very beginning, there wasn’t a moment that I felt interested in the party; I knew for sure that it would turn out that way, and it’s only the matter of time. Why must I smile when I’m not happy? Why must I show my agreement when I’m not at all agree with it? Living with a mask on, is it better than living with true manifestations?
I don’t want to have a face of a LaMB – no feelings, no sign of life. I have no intention of burying my free wills; on the contrary, as long as it causes no harm to others, I will let it fly away, and take full responsible of it at whatever cost.
Do you dare?
Last words by Levíce ne Karinesta
Tuelie, 20 Januian, 1561
Friday, December 26, 2008
Theme song for Lamination
I have a friend in Earth, who is addicted to "action movies". He can talk about them for a long time without getting bored with his subjects; and when it comes to the "blockbusters", he can analyse its strong and weak points in every detail, and that makes me think of him as a potential critic in his later life. He shows me lots of movies that's "worth seeing for once in your life" and I was indeed get hook up to his comments. The movies are great, without doubts, but there's just one thing that makes me wonder. Why do the theme songs always sound so heavy and ear - piercing? Why can't they be instrumental ?
I like instrumental music, and I know no songs beyond this kind; that's for sure, and that's part of the reason. Some instrumental pieces can take the role of action movies' theme songs without making any contrast, compared to the content. Without lyrics, audiences can understand instrumental music in every way they want to. As for the theme song of Lamination's live action, I think the song "Tempest" from album "The Red Violin" of Ikuko Kawai suit it the most; it has what it takes to be a theme song. This song is performed by Ikuko herself and a group of musicians with other instruments like piano, guitar and drum.
To me, the word "tempest" simultaneously pull the trigger of the gun of words; "rush","fast","short - term", etc;every word that can describes this song.In fact, I've hardly listened to this song,simply because it sounded so strong that didn't suit my taste. But when actually I listen to it time after time, many images pop up inside my mind,and I can feel them, as a tempest. Every rthym overlaps on my heart beat. There is image of Major Sara Intergra falling down from a skycraper, her eyes still open wide without a blink - perhaps it's because the sad rhymths in the beginning. When they become faster, others images instantly show up: a scene of LaMBs rushing into a battle with ugly aliens, with their cold and calm eyes; without fear, without hesitance.As the destruction speeds up, the violin sound also winds up,the latter overlap the former; the artist pulls the bow with all her strength and passion. The perfect combination shakes me constantly, penetrate through my mind, as if it was seeking for a glimpse of my conscious mind to destroy it all.
Of all my heart, I think this is the best song I've ever heard today. Let's just enjoy it, and feel the rhymth that beats constantly. You'll see what I'm talking about is true.
Last words by Levíce ne Karinesta
Fritey,26, Descender, 1560
I like instrumental music, and I know no songs beyond this kind; that's for sure, and that's part of the reason. Some instrumental pieces can take the role of action movies' theme songs without making any contrast, compared to the content. Without lyrics, audiences can understand instrumental music in every way they want to. As for the theme song of Lamination's live action, I think the song "Tempest" from album "The Red Violin" of Ikuko Kawai suit it the most; it has what it takes to be a theme song. This song is performed by Ikuko herself and a group of musicians with other instruments like piano, guitar and drum.
To me, the word "tempest" simultaneously pull the trigger of the gun of words; "rush","fast","short - term", etc;every word that can describes this song.In fact, I've hardly listened to this song,simply because it sounded so strong that didn't suit my taste. But when actually I listen to it time after time, many images pop up inside my mind,and I can feel them, as a tempest. Every rthym overlaps on my heart beat. There is image of Major Sara Intergra falling down from a skycraper, her eyes still open wide without a blink - perhaps it's because the sad rhymths in the beginning. When they become faster, others images instantly show up: a scene of LaMBs rushing into a battle with ugly aliens, with their cold and calm eyes; without fear, without hesitance.As the destruction speeds up, the violin sound also winds up,the latter overlap the former; the artist pulls the bow with all her strength and passion. The perfect combination shakes me constantly, penetrate through my mind, as if it was seeking for a glimpse of my conscious mind to destroy it all.
Of all my heart, I think this is the best song I've ever heard today. Let's just enjoy it, and feel the rhymth that beats constantly. You'll see what I'm talking about is true.
Last words by Levíce ne Karinesta
Fritey,26, Descender, 1560
Friday, December 19, 2008
Take a Closer Look
Not believing in the existence of LaMB is one thing; imagining that it does exist is another. Now, I'm doing the second task.
We all grow old, regardless of the fact that we're from different places in the universe. That is one of some aspects we have in common; and another, is that us all have always been seeking for a breakthrough in Science that may deter such process.
LaMB exists, if yes, to be a perfect variant of prison; never can it appear to be a leading institution of beauties preservation. Were I a Cerra inhabitant, I would never commit a crime that costs me a LaMB - being life . Why is that ? Well, being a LaMb is like being a wax model in Madame Tussauds - the only difference is that you're not immobile. Beauty doesn't just lie in the big eyes, fleshy lips or a well - proportioned body. It lies in the manifestations of your feelings that show through your facial expressions, your speeches and words, and your actions. LaMBs are restricted of all the basic gestures as such, therefore, they're not at all looks like a living creatures. As for me, a life like this is worthless. When I love someone, I want to show it; I want to hug them, and tell them so. When there's a thing that makes my happiness comes to the extrene, I want to show it my gratitude. And I want to laugh when I'm with my best friends. Even if I get older as time goes by, I still want to smile till life ends; as my wrinkles appear, I want people to understand that every piece of me is smiling as well; as my hair turns white, I want to show that I've been through ups and downs of life at will. That's what a "human's life" supposed to be.
On the other hand, every living needs a target. LaMBs have no target, do they? They live in a life with orders. "Out of order" means they're a broken - down "persocone". A life without free will is not worth living; a person who lives his life without an aim is a disgrace - nothing more, nothing less. I have no wish of being beautiful this way. If I posess an eternal beauty but I can't do things at will, then I'm always ready to give it away, as I don't need it. I don't want to be order around, to do stuffs that I don't want to; and I as well don't want to put up with things that I could barely come in terms with. There's no point in living a life in which you can never stand up for yourself or speak up for your mind. There's also a saying I heard somewhere:" I left because I got sick of a boring life only following orders."
That's what a "human's life" supposed to be.
But even a lamb needs it.
Notwithstanding, if this system is well - executed, I think it would be a perfect punishment that may can be applied to serious criminals who have no sense of regreting what they've done.
Last words by Levíce ne Karinesta.
Sartie, 21 Desecender, 1560
We all grow old, regardless of the fact that we're from different places in the universe. That is one of some aspects we have in common; and another, is that us all have always been seeking for a breakthrough in Science that may deter such process.
LaMB exists, if yes, to be a perfect variant of prison; never can it appear to be a leading institution of beauties preservation. Were I a Cerra inhabitant, I would never commit a crime that costs me a LaMB - being life . Why is that ? Well, being a LaMb is like being a wax model in Madame Tussauds - the only difference is that you're not immobile. Beauty doesn't just lie in the big eyes, fleshy lips or a well - proportioned body. It lies in the manifestations of your feelings that show through your facial expressions, your speeches and words, and your actions. LaMBs are restricted of all the basic gestures as such, therefore, they're not at all looks like a living creatures. As for me, a life like this is worthless. When I love someone, I want to show it; I want to hug them, and tell them so. When there's a thing that makes my happiness comes to the extrene, I want to show it my gratitude. And I want to laugh when I'm with my best friends. Even if I get older as time goes by, I still want to smile till life ends; as my wrinkles appear, I want people to understand that every piece of me is smiling as well; as my hair turns white, I want to show that I've been through ups and downs of life at will. That's what a "human's life" supposed to be.
On the other hand, every living needs a target. LaMBs have no target, do they? They live in a life with orders. "Out of order" means they're a broken - down "persocone". A life without free will is not worth living; a person who lives his life without an aim is a disgrace - nothing more, nothing less. I have no wish of being beautiful this way. If I posess an eternal beauty but I can't do things at will, then I'm always ready to give it away, as I don't need it. I don't want to be order around, to do stuffs that I don't want to; and I as well don't want to put up with things that I could barely come in terms with. There's no point in living a life in which you can never stand up for yourself or speak up for your mind. There's also a saying I heard somewhere:" I left because I got sick of a boring life only following orders."
That's what a "human's life" supposed to be.
But even a lamb needs it.
Notwithstanding, if this system is well - executed, I think it would be a perfect punishment that may can be applied to serious criminals who have no sense of regreting what they've done.
Last words by Levíce ne Karinesta.
Sartie, 21 Desecender, 1560
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