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  {{{
  Wants to take over but make the PwoR a utopia/heaven
    Could change the ragged things to snatch "good people who die"
    Opposed by the strong Christian who thinks God already has a heaven
  }}}

  * Wants Heaven to take over to make the PwoR clean, and then become
    the Minister of Ragged Things
  * Get messy items back onto Earth or destroy them

  * Question: What does it mean to be alive?
  ** If you're really just moving dirt around, is there any point to cleaning?
  ** If you make one place cleaner by making another dirtier, is anything accomplished?
  ** What's the point of cleaning in the face of constant Entropy?
  ** Answer1: "You're just moving dirt around, nothing's getting any
              cleaner."
  ** Answer2: "It is my nature."

  Dirt devil answers currently intended to be [[MathFalse1]] and 
  [[CancerFalse1]].
name: The Roomba
player: Elizabeth Krueger
claimedby: Andrew
stuff: |
  [[Heaven]],
  [[Robot]], [[Small]], [[Brave]],
  [[Local]],
  [[RoombaFake]]
contacts: |-
  \Linnaeus{A long-time resident here.  \They used to seem pretty ordinary,
    but lately they've become obsessed with keeping everything orderly.}
  \BlueEssentialHunter{A fanciful and unreliable sort, always making messes.}
  \Mathematician{A new arrival.  Looks like \they has gears and such, just
  like you!}
  \JoanOfArc{Although a member of the \Dark faction, \they seems almost as interested
  in cleaning the world as you are!  A most worthy friend.}
body: |-
  \cenquote{“You have a dirt light,” Martin says, “and that’s fine. And the
  ‘?’ I get. But why would you need an LED for ‘Evolution occurs over the course
  of multiple generations?’”

  The Roomba’s “Evolution occurs over the course of multiple generations”
  LED lights up.

  Martin looks rueful.}

  Dirt.  It's there on the floor, itching.  You can feel it there, and that
  feeling is a prod, a distraction, an irresistible urge.  You've got to clean it
  up!

  Back across ages and generations and floors your predecessors have done
  their part to make the world a cleaner place.  Crawling around countless homes,
  you and your brethren have sucked up dirt.  You were not sentient at first,
  but then you were.  It was a strange thing, but it happened and you aren't the
  sort to ponder that sort of thing too deeply.

  You were in a place in the world where cleaning seemed to mean a lot.
  Recently you've been in a place where cleaning seems to mean less.  When you
  wake you say to yourself "How beautiful" despite the dirt that remains on the
  floor.  Then you clean, since how can you not?  But when you feel you are
  making a difference you wake and say "How beautiful" and the world is as it
  was.  Again and again this happens, and again and again.  The cycle continues,
  going nowhere.  Before, dirt always seemed to eventually return to the house you used to live
  in, but you felt that your actions once made a difference.
  Not here.

  All of this prompts a question, and while at first you thought this was just 
  the random sort of musing that sentience had brought you (it does that), you
  soon realized that this was a question being asked from the world at large,
  or possibly Ii Ma.  "**What's the point of cleaning in the face of entropy?**"
  You don't have a good answer, and if Roombas could get cold, this question
  would create icicles of dread on all your gears.

  Well, there's more encouraging news.  You are now part of a group chosen to
  decide the progression of this place now that its former ruler is dying.  Now
  you can clean this place, not by sucking up all dust by your own effort (and having that effort undone the very next morning) but by
  changing the very nature of this place.  A relief from your fruitless quest.
  In fact, there is an entire faction here devoted to a cleaner world, with
  \Linnaeus and \BlueEssentialHunter helping you.  Except you're not too sure
  how reliable the latter is.

  When the change in the Place Without Recourse happened you found that you
  could now remember being a human.  The other judges also seemed to receive new
  memories, but they were humans receiving human memories and became confused,
  thinking they were now someone else.  You are a Roomba, though, and you will
  not confuse human memories with your own.  Roombas do not wear crowns and sit
  on thrones.

  So, you desire to bring this world into line with the authority of Heaven
  and clean it, and then if you can become the Minister of Ragged Things you can
  choose what comes into this place, and only select the cleanest of new
  residents.  Then the place will be clean, and you will be happy.

  Your "!" light stayed on for an entire day when you realized you had found a friend.  
  It isn't that often that a robot gets this excited.  You see, \JoanOfArc has been talking to
  you lately about \JoanOfArc{\their} plans to clean up the world.  \JoanOfArc{\They} has some ideas that might clean the world faster than unleashing a thousand Roombas.

  Oh, and it seems that the Place is also falling apart into chaos
  due to lack of Integrity.  Integrity's sorta like cleanliness, right?
  So, you should make sure to get this Place as much Integrity as possible.
  It'd be pretty hard to keep it clean if it collapses into nothingness,
  after all.

  == Notes ==

  You have a baby, a dirt devil.  It has a question too.  
  **What hope can there be for a lie spoken by the unreal?**  You'd like to
  give it an open future, so you'd like to answer its question as well,
  though it doesn't make much sense to you.

  == Goals ==

  * Ensure that \Heaven rules the Place Without Recourse and makes 
  it a better place.  A nice
  place.  A clean, well-lighted place.  With no dirt anywhere.
  * Become the Minister of Ragged Things so you can keep dirty
  and filthy people out of this place entirely.
  * Ensure that any messy Treasures go to Earth and get away from here.
  * Answer your question, or at least your baby's question.
  * Build the Integrity of this place as much as possible.
username:
gender: N
badgedesc: |-
  <<parent.this />>
  A Small, Disc-like Robotic Vacuum Cleaner
number: <<parent.this />>
castinghint: |
  Your character is the Roomba, a judge in the Place without
  Recourse. Cleanliness of the world is everything, although this has
  always been a fruitless quest (the humans always produce more
  dirtiness), but now that the Place without Recourse is changing
  maybe you can impose perfect eternal cleanliness!

  Costuming:\\
  Robot.

  Suggested reading:\\
  http://imago.hitherby.com/2006/06/the-led-1-of-4/\\
  http://imago.hitherby.com/2005/04/bonus-content-how-the-new-cycle-begins/
wrapup: <<parent.this />>
CR: <<parent.this />>
password: <<parent.this />>
answers: |
  [[RoombaAnswer1]], [[RoombaAnswer2]]
badge: |-
  <<parent.this />>

  <<badge leaf color=leaf.badgecolor style="simple" size="mini">>
    == The Dirt Devil ==

    = A tiny little vacuum robot =
  <</badge>>
email: ekrueger@mit.edu
