One moment Dama is where she expects to be, and the next moment she is where she least expects to be - an unheard-of street under an astronomically bizarre sky, showing close, green-blue moons and two orange suns, one much closer than the other, glowing through the clouds. It is raining hard; people are bustling past her under various contrivances to keep the rain off. Nobody looks twice at her.
She’s gotten any sleep at all by then. With any luck that’ll help her learn faster.
That works fine.
After a bit she asks again about the suspiciously long phrase from earlier.
“I think that if I was made at all, I was very well made by someone with a very bad sense of humor,” she counters. “But if I was made I’d have shown up naked, right?”
“And I suppose they could have made me with scars and fluency in a language that doesn’t exist and nineteen entire years of false memories. Is there a limit to what people can be made with?”
“My memories are crisp. I could tell you all about my brother or my closest friend, and most things about the other people I know. I could tell you about the disputes I’ve settled and—not all the books in the library, but a large chunk of them, my friend is a scribe and likes to tell me about what he’s working on. Who would have made all this up?”
“I haven’t lied since I got here. I wouldn’t be a very good ruler if I made a habit of it.”
“I didn’t imagine my entire life.”
“I got here somehow. If there’s any way back, I’m going to find it.”
“Fine. But I still think it’s incorrect to say I was badly made either way.”
"If you just go up to someone and say 'I need help' and they assume someone made you responsibly, they're going to give you help that doesn't account at all for the possibility that you're delusional, have no common knowledge, and don't speak any languages they've ever heard of. Since even if you explain the nature of your delusion to strangers they still won't believe what you're claiming to believe, it's much quicker to incorporate the 'consider that I might be delusional' component first thing."
“I’m willing to compromise on ‘maliciously made’.”
“Hm. If I assume you’re right and I’m delusional... what was I made for? Being delusional at people doesn’t seem like a useful goal.”
“If someone wrote me, they’d know I’d do badly alone. If someone wrote me and then made me, they made me love people who I’m probably never going to get to see again. If someone wrote me and then made me, I’m going to take away everyone they love and then kill them.”
She likes her solution better.
”I hadn’t processed all the implications yet.”