[ "Not hearing" — she likes how that's phrased. Harriet shakes her head. ]
I'm Deaf, [ she signs. It's probably clear enough. The woman in the torn, bloody dress seems like she'll understand that.
"Work of devils" isn't something Harriet comes across often. Reading about earth, her mother's home before the Library, introduced her to the deep ignorance of the extremely religious. It had shown her just how much power information had. The irony behind the Christian teaching that the truth shall set you free was that they held fast to error and twisted doctrine. They punished women for being women and blamed illness on the ill. They would have told Harriet her deafness was a trial, for the glory of their god, or that it was her mother's fault she was defective.
Ignorance is the greatest ill in the universe. They would probably look at this blonde woman and say she's also some sign of their god's love, or justice, or whatever the fuck. But she's intelligent. Harriet can see that. Maybe she just has trouble communicating it. So of course, that means the key is finding that common medium, a way to understand each other. ]
Maybe. [ Back to using her voice. ] No one knows who's in charge here. The organs are decaying. I just got here, so I can't answer any questions.
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I'm Deaf, [ she signs. It's probably clear enough. The woman in the torn, bloody dress seems like she'll understand that.
"Work of devils" isn't something Harriet comes across often. Reading about earth, her mother's home before the Library, introduced her to the deep ignorance of the extremely religious. It had shown her just how much power information had. The irony behind the Christian teaching that the truth shall set you free was that they held fast to error and twisted doctrine. They punished women for being women and blamed illness on the ill. They would have told Harriet her deafness was a trial, for the glory of their god, or that it was her mother's fault she was defective.
Ignorance is the greatest ill in the universe. They would probably look at this blonde woman and say she's also some sign of their god's love, or justice, or whatever the fuck. But she's intelligent. Harriet can see that. Maybe she just has trouble communicating it. So of course, that means the key is finding that common medium, a way to understand each other. ]
Maybe. [ Back to using her voice. ] No one knows who's in charge here. The organs are decaying. I just got here, so I can't answer any questions.
What's your name?