( on the one hand, by virtue of crau, clarke griffin has a history of arguing with magicians that their powers are rooted in science. fonons versus phonons, and the like. but on the other, more dominant hand, her understanding of such topics had always been surface deep at best, so. the uncertainty principle? )
No, I don't.
( the children on board the ark hadn't been taught intricate quantum theories. they'd been taught how to find true north, and start a fire, and how to distinguish between edible plants and poisonous berries that they may or may not ever see — just so they could pass that information down to their descendants. she was supposed to be a part of yet another transitional generation after all, they were supposed to be stuck in space for another 100 years. everything clarke had learned about firing a gun or waging war had been learned on the ground proper, with none of the comfort of a classroom setting, and all the dire straights that gunfire and conflict provided. but the ground hadn't been trying to turn her into anything specific.
tl;dr — sometimes two people from garbage sci-fi backgrounds meet, and one still ends up moderately horrified at the other's living conditions. sympathetic enough to make all the appropriate facial expressions at the mention of sensory deprivation and straight up torture methods, and a little green around the gills when it comes to the mention of permanent dissociation. and critical enough to have questions about the whole ordeal, but patient enough to bite them back in favor of making way for an upcoming lesson. )
it's sure.... going!!!
No, I don't.
( the children on board the ark hadn't been taught intricate quantum theories. they'd been taught how to find true north, and start a fire, and how to distinguish between edible plants and poisonous berries that they may or may not ever see — just so they could pass that information down to their descendants. she was supposed to be a part of yet another transitional generation after all, they were supposed to be stuck in space for another 100 years. everything clarke had learned about firing a gun or waging war had been learned on the ground proper, with none of the comfort of a classroom setting, and all the dire straights that gunfire and conflict provided. but the ground hadn't been trying to turn her into anything specific.
tl;dr — sometimes two people from garbage sci-fi backgrounds meet, and one still ends up moderately horrified at the other's living conditions. sympathetic enough to make all the appropriate facial expressions at the mention of sensory deprivation and straight up torture methods, and a little green around the gills when it comes to the mention of permanent dissociation. and critical enough to have questions about the whole ordeal, but patient enough to bite them back in favor of making way for an upcoming lesson. )
Explain it to me?