entranceway | op-ed } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #5

Are you happy here? Don't answer immediately. Take a minute to think about it. It's a complicated question. The concept of happiness is vague and hard to define, especially if we try and generalize it for all people. Certainly, there are moments of joy to be had here. As far as cages go, the gilding on this one can't be denied. Anything you want for free? The ability to come back to life without a hunger for human flesh? Eternal youth? No one is starving to death here. Everyone has a bed and a roof. Compared to a lot of the places people come from, this place is downright utopian even including the events. I know I'm dead at home. That's almost enough to counterbalance the lack of internet. Almost. There are a lot of reasons to be happy here. All we're giving up is freedom, and how many of us even really have that at home? It's the permanent all-expenses-paid resort vacation no one asked for, and time isn't moving so it's not like we're even missing anything. You know who was especially happy here? The people who lived in the Wonderland we all dreamed about in December. The ones who didn't remember ever living anywhere else. Talk about a happy ending. No one fighting, no one in pain, everyone living every day in pure, ignorant bliss. I've called Wonderland a lie before, and I maintain it, but it's the worst sort of lie because it's so very tempting to believe it. Would it really be so bad to give in and just be happy? Why fight it when it isn't our call, when we are powerless to do anything but try and survive whatever Wonderland throws at us? I say bliss is overrated. What's the point of being happy when you aren't yourself anymore? Is it really a vacation if you have no choice but to take it? There's so much here that we know isn't right. If we give in to being happy, we risk complacency, and if we get complacent, we risk losing the opportunity to rise up when we can. I'm not saying you shouldn't enjoy the good times Wonderland gives us. God knows they're few and far between. Be happy. Just never forget everything Wonderland gives us is the equivalent of giving a favorite pet a nice toy. Wonderland is pampering us because it is using us. The minute we forget that is the minute Wonderland owns us. None of us are free. Never forget that. So am I happy here? It doesn't fucking matter.

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[That's honestly a little surprising. Maybe because she associates cameras with the truth and Tim is, well, a liar.]

You want to be caught on camera?

because cameras don't forget.

[Film can be erased and doctored and files can be corrupted, but this doesn't seem like a good time to bring that up. Cameras may not offer the same ironclad proof they once did, but they're still a useful start.]

They tell you the truth.

[It's far from perfect, no. Film is easily corruptible, edited, and too many cameras have broken after coming into the contact with a nameless, faceless something that tore into his mind and out again, leaving sheer discord in Its wake.]

they're more reliable than my memory anyway.

used to carry one around all the time.
bad habit
but maybe i should start again.

I recommend it.

[There's a pause before she continues. Tim isn't a part of her team, and things with Buffy are still a little bit rough. Does she want to share one of their biggest assets with someone who she wants to shake half the time? Is she at the point where she can ask Buffy for things?

When the fuck did shit get so complicated?

Fuck it.]

If you want I can put you in contact with our techie. She's here now. She can hook you up with something actually good.

is that that buffy person?

[He chatted with her for a bit. About the usual suspects: reporting, editing, videography, suicidal ideation. You know, the typical gig.]

better than a chest camera?

That's her. Provides our site with porn, poetry, and miracles of technology that make my head hurt just to think about.

[And knives in the back. Whatever, bygones. Sort of.]

Anyway, yes, absolutely better than your pre-Rising chest camera.

[Porn. Classy. He can see where the two of them would clash, just based on that descriptor alone. You can just hear the sarcasm.]

i could talk to her.
it's no problem.

[She's George's best non-Shaun friend. Or was. She probably still counts.]

I won't tell her your situation, but the more details you can give her, the more likely she can make something extremely specific for you.

that's good to know actually.
maybe i can finally get away from tapes.

[For all the advantages, it was more than a little cumbersome hauling them around. And they were so very, very easy to burn.]

Oh god, don't tell Buffy you've been using tapes. She'll want to wrap you in blankets and protect you from the bad technology.

[And proceed to never mention the tapes he still has to anyone. Got it.]

it was antiquated technology even in 2015.
just didn't have any other options at the time.

[Cameras are expensive, it turns out. Who would've thought, right?]

[2015 isn't even pre-Rising, though the lack of zombies means it probably qualifies.]

No smartphone? I thought pretty much everyone had one by 2015.

try filming yourself 24/7 with a smartphone.
your battery power won't thank you.

Fair enough.

[She's pretty sure a camera that takes tapes isn't more practical than that, but she definitely doesn't know.]

Well, Buffy can definitely set you up with something that'll work.

i'll ask her and see.

[He can take matters into his own hands. Should, anyway. Shouldn't just burden her with his baggage. Again.]

Do that. I'll let her know to expect you.

ok.

thanks.

It's not a problem. Buffy's the one who'll actually be doing anything.

yeah.
i mean

thanks for vouching i guess.

Just let me know if it helps.

guess we'll all find out.

op-ed } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #5

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