Staying up late studying Plato's Republic, I find it really funny to imagine Batman in the debate. I have no idea why, but I picture him sitting there with Glaucon, Thrasymycus, and everyone else who's busy agreeing with Socrates, and, well, just being Batman.
"But how do we define Justice?" "I AM JUSTICE! FEAR ME!"
"Will these children ever have the opportunity to know their parents?" "MY PARENTS ARE DEAD."
"You have three men living in a cave..." "I LIVE IN A CAVE."
Socrates becomes this really annoying character who would tear down everyone elses' arguments by twisting their own words. I wish the work was just an essay, rather than attempting to have a story. It bugs me that no one has any personality, and the only function characters have is to agree emphatically with the author.
If it's going to be a story for our time it needs more explosions, drama, tricky situations, and a pointlessly tacked on love interest.
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