It's sick.It's sick." It suddenly dawned on me what she was going to ask for. "The answer is no." "'No' to what?" she asked. "No, I will NOT help you build a Castle for that kind of behavoir." "Can I ask why?" I paused for a second, organizing my thoughts. "Tarrette', to be honest, I don't like you, and I don't understand what P'nyssa sees in you or why she continues to like you even as you've gone into your little weirdness. If I helped you build a Castle to your perversion it would only put my stamp of approval on it, and that's not something I'm about to let happen." "Can I make a counter-argument?" "Feel free," I said. "Will you keep an open mind?" she asked. "Depends. I've been known to survive open-mind surgery before." "Fair enough. Ken, the reason I've come now to ask is that Rick's-- and Chusi's, although to a lesser extent-- are overflowing. There are more people using those two places than is safe. Now, I don't know about you, but under these circumstances, I think we need a place, and an AI, dedicated to letting us do what we do. You may callously hope that someday someone will get killed and we'll all throw our toys away and go home. But reality is that there are people like me, like Rick and Chusi, who enjoy this kind of playing and we're not going to give it up. Ken, if I pegged your scenario properly, I have to ask-- do you really want one of your kids ending up dead? I'd rather have a safe place and strong monitor to make sure it stays that way. |