Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 26, 2012 1:19:23 GMT -5
It was weird, agreeing with Rachael on certain points. She was used to disagreeing with the woman, simply because they were so different from each other. The Fire was cold and shut off, intimidating really and Nell was smiley and liked to give hugs wily-nily. Maybe Rachael really was like that with her friends, she didn't know, but it was interesting to think about how different they were from each other. And even more so to think about the kind of world they lived in, the end of their generation. "Different cultures could be destroyed easily if they're developing," she agreed. And she was about to tack on some world unity, save the pandas tangent before she realized that would just have Rachael be uncivil toward again and she certainly didn't want that. She just wanted to somehow get along better with the woman, so she wasn't as scared of her. Not to the point of friendship, maybe, but to the point where she wasn't trying to escape from the classroom.
On the matter of nuclear blowout, Nell could acknowledge it as a threat. She had said asteroids which was a less common phenomenon, at least for the fact that they would not hit Earth and destroy it all the easy. But a nuclear war was something that had kids in the fifties through the eighties hiding under desks during bomb drills. "With the countries that say they have nukes, you have to wonder what the purpose is. They have these programs, but they don't use them except for testing. A lot of times we can just get really paranoid about everything." The US had a lot to fear, within reason of course, but she supposed Canada was pretty free on that front. They had never been a superpower, so they remained relatively out of the way from everyone else. "Who knows, maybe we'll see that war in this day and age." She certainly hoped not, though. She was a complete and total pacifist, but understood that not everyone would get along with each other. It was a sad fact.
Nell nodded as she listened to the hypothesis. And it would end up who should believe what. But that was the point of being a Historian, wasn't it? Matching up facts, piecing them together, solving the puzzle they called the past. It sounded tedious but interesting. She held up her notebook. "Well, now we have to figure out the Ottoman Empire and it's history, but good thing we have technology until nuclear fallout leaves only the roaches." She smiled at her, rather disarming to say the least. She was ready to get back on topic and finish this up.
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