Chapter 30 page 12 ~ This isn’t even my final form!
Nov15
Miranda (Malachim): Show me your glory!
Guard: Ma’am, it’s not in the usual way, but . . . she appears to have splattered Blake all over the pavement.
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Of course. That had to be the title.
That’s… not generally what glory means. O.O
My guess on how this plays out:
Ann: Describe this.
Guard: Her lower body has become clay tablets? They are covered in foreign writing.
Miranda: As you can tell Mrs. Walker, you need us alive to put Blake back together as we have so deliberately struck at your particular inability.
Blake: Ableist fools! Boss is an expert at tactile reading!
Miranda: Ah, but clay smudges, and vision is not what I was referring to anyways. I mean that without knowing the language on your flesh, Walker can’t fix you. She can’t really learn enough from just one text, and how is she to learn the language if she can’t–
Ann: -interfere with other beings. You make a fine case that I might need you alive young lady. Not so much your companions though. Guards–
It seems to me that the ‘glory’ in question here is in fact the glory of a Being’s creation – of the lines of code, the Contract, which allows them to move and react as if alive. That miracle of life is, or at least could be said to be, the glory of God’s creation — and this mimicry thereof is a reflection of that glory in a clay mirror.
None of which stops me from imagining Miranda doing a Captain Falcon impression there.