Everything Natasha says makes sense to Derek, but in that case, it sounds like this place is little different than the world back home. The only difference is that the world back home has several leaders in place, most of them probably corrupt, whereas Alpha Complex has simply The Computer. And while she's pointing out that The Computer could make this a better place, in the same breath, she's pointing out that someone has to run it and so they're right back to where Derek started: The Computer isn't the problem; the people are.
It's frustrating when he thinks about it, so Derek typically doesn't like to think about it. He's making baby steps in his own way toward making things a little more equal. For example, currently, he's working on a program that he's been given a green light for which will, if he rigs it and runs it just right, prove that the lower level citizens require actual food in their diet to be up to par with The Computer's standards for fitness. He knows that Alcide is working on a way to get their abilities back. The Specials seem to be the only ones that Derek knows about who are making steps in a positive direction rather than simply acting out like exceptionally violent toddlers throwing a fit in the store because they're not allowed Cocoa Puffs instead of Kix.
He's quiet, but he doesn't mirror the put upon smile that Natasha gives when people start to clap at the end of the song. Derek can't be bothered with pretending that he wants to be here or likes being here. If they want to shove HappiTime pills down his throat for it, fine.
"Then it's still the people that need to change, not the Computer," he says softly out of the corner of his mouth, lifting his eyebrows. "That's going to be a bigger hurdle to jump." It isn't his way of saying that they can't or shouldn't do it, just acknowledging that they've got an uphill battle ahead of them. "So I guess we go on chipping away the way that we already are: quietly and secretly, until we've got a decent leg up. No?"
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It's frustrating when he thinks about it, so Derek typically doesn't like to think about it. He's making baby steps in his own way toward making things a little more equal. For example, currently, he's working on a program that he's been given a green light for which will, if he rigs it and runs it just right, prove that the lower level citizens require actual food in their diet to be up to par with The Computer's standards for fitness. He knows that Alcide is working on a way to get their abilities back. The Specials seem to be the only ones that Derek knows about who are making steps in a positive direction rather than simply acting out like exceptionally violent toddlers throwing a fit in the store because they're not allowed Cocoa Puffs instead of Kix.
He's quiet, but he doesn't mirror the put upon smile that Natasha gives when people start to clap at the end of the song. Derek can't be bothered with pretending that he wants to be here or likes being here. If they want to shove HappiTime pills down his throat for it, fine.
"Then it's still the people that need to change, not the Computer," he says softly out of the corner of his mouth, lifting his eyebrows. "That's going to be a bigger hurdle to jump." It isn't his way of saying that they can't or shouldn't do it, just acknowledging that they've got an uphill battle ahead of them. "So I guess we go on chipping away the way that we already are: quietly and secretly, until we've got a decent leg up. No?"