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This bear statue still hasn't changed a bit since the last picture, or during the hundreds of years he's been there, and he certainly won't be changing in the eternity to come.
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Yeah, it's this damn bear again. I dunno why I'm so fixated on him, I just find the idea behind his predicament interesting. Also, I have a fondness for bear characters.
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Yeah, it's this damn bear again. I dunno why I'm so fixated on him, I just find the idea behind his predicament interesting. Also, I have a fondness for bear characters.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Transformation
Species Bear (Other)
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File Size 75.8 kB
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I can see, and I can obviously hear... As I've learned in several ways, from that bug that crawled up my nose (pure hell, I'm eternally grateful to the janitor who got it out), to having my feet touched by several people (I'm rather tall, so most never reach much higher than that).
My sense of smell, however, is gone; I don't breathe, thus I can't smell anything. My sense of taste, though somewhat impaired, is intact to an extent.
In short, I'm immobile, but not numb.
My sense of smell, however, is gone; I don't breathe, thus I can't smell anything. My sense of taste, though somewhat impaired, is intact to an extent.
In short, I'm immobile, but not numb.
It's an honor to meet someone... or some-thing, that has been aware and around for so long. I would ask what it's like to see the world change around you, but museums are meant to take one back into the past, not the present or future. What's it like to see 'modern' marvels of your time -- the time before you were petrified -- turn into relics of the past? Displayed in this museum for patrons to gawk at as objects of a bygone era; like yourself. Does it comfort you, statue, to be around some of these displays that are as ancient as you? Perhaps you find less comfort in the company of these unknown living folk than you do in the company of your inanimate surroundings? You must have more in common now with these display pieces than the anybodys who wander through here.
[i]Addressing that first statement, the line between person and object is rather blurred in my case; it has taken me some time to re-acclimate to being treated as a person instead of a work of art, and having sampled both, I prefer the former.
As for your first question, I often find it either sad or amusing to see people speculate on what certain things from my time were for; I've often wanted to tell them "No, that's not what that's for!" or "I recognize that, I even used one!", and it's a relief to finally be able to say these things.
For your second and questions it actually is comforting to have these things surrounding me, but in the end, they're only things; they do not think or feel, whereas the living folk do. Though the living are constantly changing while I stay the same, I feel more like I belong among them than as a display; I was once alive myself, after all.
Were I mobile, I would shake your hand, for I enjoy this conversation.
As for your first question, I often find it either sad or amusing to see people speculate on what certain things from my time were for; I've often wanted to tell them "No, that's not what that's for!" or "I recognize that, I even used one!", and it's a relief to finally be able to say these things.
For your second and questions it actually is comforting to have these things surrounding me, but in the end, they're only things; they do not think or feel, whereas the living folk do. Though the living are constantly changing while I stay the same, I feel more like I belong among them than as a display; I was once alive myself, after all.
Were I mobile, I would shake your hand, for I enjoy this conversation.
By all means, I would much appreciate it. I am indeed speaking by way of telepathy, see that tablet over there? It allows me to "speak" into the minds of others. I cannot hear anyone else's thoughts unless they're spoken aloud, but I can express my own quite clearly.
My memory is hazed, for hundreds of years have taken their toll on it. My name, when I was alive, was Zerzan, and I once fought on the battlefield, though for what cause I remember not. We were at peace when I was turned to stone, though the reason why has also been forgotten. In recent memory, I still recall the feeling of my awareness finally being discovered. The feeling of once more being able to affect those around me instead of merely observing. And the feeling of being told that my state was long past the point of being reversible. I have long accepted my fate.
I don't want to be a bother, so this will be my last few questions.
What foods do you like? I could sneak some in and place it on your tongue when no one is looking.
I'll visit often so you don't get lonely.
I'm really sorry about your fate, Zerzan. I hope you can find happiness here as a statue.
What foods do you like? I could sneak some in and place it on your tongue when no one is looking.
I'll visit often so you don't get lonely.
I'm really sorry about your fate, Zerzan. I hope you can find happiness here as a statue.
You've not been a bother at all! As for foods, I've not been able to eat anything in centuries, so I have no preference that I know of. Feel free to leave something on my tongue, I'll much appreciate it. I look forward to meeting you again, and there is no need for apology; I have, as I said, accepted this fate, and am largely content here in this museum.
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