Post by Dr. C. Charles on Apr 25, 2017 22:20:24 GMT 12
It is five days after Valanesh had been banished.
It is four days after the announcement of the death of Mr. Edward Pierce.
Dr. Charles stands at a podium at the front of the mostly-empty auditorium. The only indication that it’s anything close to a funeral is a small table with a bouquet of flowers and a framed picture of Mr. Pierce, as well as the relatively morose expression on Dr. Charles’ face.
Taking a deep breath, she begins her eulogy. As she speaks, the Myrmex shifts slowly across her face in time with her pulse, performing a living reminder of the work that the deceased had created.
“Thank you all for coming. Today we gather to remember Edward Pierce. While this gathering is something that he would have thought frivolous and pointless, I have often been told that memorial services are for those left behind, not for the sake of the deceased.”
“Many knew him for his creation of Omnidyne International, and other companies that largely brought about a positive change to the economy and well-being of this city of Manhattan. Some were aware that he was behind many of the projects produced by Omnidyne or its subsidiaries - often things that were laughably ahead of their time and yet were more successful than any of us thought would be.”
She pauses, and swallows hard.
“He died before his time, a remarkable mind capable of so much more than was afforded to him. While many people may have disagreed with his methods, it is irrefutable that he was a man simply trying to maintain Manhattan as home for all of us. He believed he was doing the right thing for the city, for the people, and that in itself is more truth than many citizens of our beloved city live by.”
“His experiences gave him a unique perspective on the world, and without such a perspective, I believe the world would have been vastly different. For one such example, I would not be the person I am today had it not been for Mr. Pierce, and I cannot imagine how much less I would be if it were not for Mr. Pierce.”
Her calm facade breaks for a second, betraying her youth and emotion, and she looks briefly down at the podium.
“I approached Omnidyne Technology seeking a job shortly after I had graduated, because it had stood out to me as an industry leader and a place that I wanted to work in. A place that I might be able to make my own mark on the world, with the guidance of other scientists and professionals in the subjects I had studied. Without Mr. Pierce, I would never have been able to pursue the sciences the way I did, and for that I am grateful for him.”
She tightens her knuckles slightly and looks up, frowning slightly.
“He was a man that the world has lost and Manhattan will mourn, regardless of any personal feelings for him. He was a man that affected many lives through his creativity and intellect, often for the better. Throughout his 42 years, he imagined countless more products and improvements upon existing technology. It is thanks to his mind that Pinpoint Manufacturing was created, a company that even to this day, with the assistance of Eagle Appliances and Lion Technology, provides the citizens of Manhattan and further abroad, all of their smart appliances. It is thanks to Mr. Pierce that citizens of the Trap are able to receive affordable, subsidized healthcare through his installation of Icarus Medical. It is thanks to Mr. Pierce that all citizens of Manhattan are able to receive top of the line medical attention at Prometheus Hospital, with the assistance of Wellspring Pharmaceuticals.”
Realising she has got somewhat fired up, she visibly forces herself to relax, blushes a little, and lowers her shoulders to a more neutral position. “Please, forgive me for getting carried away. I admit I am not used to giving a eulogy.”
Chelsea pauses and takes a deep breath.
“Please, join me in a moment of silence.”
She bows her head, then when some time has passed, she speaks again.
“If you have something to say in honour of Mr. Pierce, please do make your way up here. Please keep it respectful, and brief.”
It is four days after the announcement of the death of Mr. Edward Pierce.
Dr. Charles stands at a podium at the front of the mostly-empty auditorium. The only indication that it’s anything close to a funeral is a small table with a bouquet of flowers and a framed picture of Mr. Pierce, as well as the relatively morose expression on Dr. Charles’ face.
Taking a deep breath, she begins her eulogy. As she speaks, the Myrmex shifts slowly across her face in time with her pulse, performing a living reminder of the work that the deceased had created.
“Thank you all for coming. Today we gather to remember Edward Pierce. While this gathering is something that he would have thought frivolous and pointless, I have often been told that memorial services are for those left behind, not for the sake of the deceased.”
“Many knew him for his creation of Omnidyne International, and other companies that largely brought about a positive change to the economy and well-being of this city of Manhattan. Some were aware that he was behind many of the projects produced by Omnidyne or its subsidiaries - often things that were laughably ahead of their time and yet were more successful than any of us thought would be.”
She pauses, and swallows hard.
“He died before his time, a remarkable mind capable of so much more than was afforded to him. While many people may have disagreed with his methods, it is irrefutable that he was a man simply trying to maintain Manhattan as home for all of us. He believed he was doing the right thing for the city, for the people, and that in itself is more truth than many citizens of our beloved city live by.”
“His experiences gave him a unique perspective on the world, and without such a perspective, I believe the world would have been vastly different. For one such example, I would not be the person I am today had it not been for Mr. Pierce, and I cannot imagine how much less I would be if it were not for Mr. Pierce.”
Her calm facade breaks for a second, betraying her youth and emotion, and she looks briefly down at the podium.
“I approached Omnidyne Technology seeking a job shortly after I had graduated, because it had stood out to me as an industry leader and a place that I wanted to work in. A place that I might be able to make my own mark on the world, with the guidance of other scientists and professionals in the subjects I had studied. Without Mr. Pierce, I would never have been able to pursue the sciences the way I did, and for that I am grateful for him.”
She tightens her knuckles slightly and looks up, frowning slightly.
“He was a man that the world has lost and Manhattan will mourn, regardless of any personal feelings for him. He was a man that affected many lives through his creativity and intellect, often for the better. Throughout his 42 years, he imagined countless more products and improvements upon existing technology. It is thanks to his mind that Pinpoint Manufacturing was created, a company that even to this day, with the assistance of Eagle Appliances and Lion Technology, provides the citizens of Manhattan and further abroad, all of their smart appliances. It is thanks to Mr. Pierce that citizens of the Trap are able to receive affordable, subsidized healthcare through his installation of Icarus Medical. It is thanks to Mr. Pierce that all citizens of Manhattan are able to receive top of the line medical attention at Prometheus Hospital, with the assistance of Wellspring Pharmaceuticals.”
Realising she has got somewhat fired up, she visibly forces herself to relax, blushes a little, and lowers her shoulders to a more neutral position. “Please, forgive me for getting carried away. I admit I am not used to giving a eulogy.”
Chelsea pauses and takes a deep breath.
“Please, join me in a moment of silence.”
She bows her head, then when some time has passed, she speaks again.
“If you have something to say in honour of Mr. Pierce, please do make your way up here. Please keep it respectful, and brief.”
