>>| .as .if, the world .around me starts to punish me. but .i don't .understand why. destroyed hive, friends .are getting hurt, the next person to my door might .even cull me.
>>| .i would not mind reading .essay. not joking. because that .is fascinating.
Eh. The truth is simultaneously more interesting and more boring than you might think. You know Schrödinger’s cat? Times it by a thousand. That’s the rough principle in play here, translated to a state of (more or less) individual personhood.
>>| .oh. still, .if there's going to be .a biography .of yours, .i'd like to read .it. despite how .it may get boring, which .is not.
A formal biography of me? Snore. I want my life expressed in memes and funny cat pics only. Meow.
>>| .uhhh. .alright. thanks.
>>| just .a way to show .a slight .annoyance .i got from that .one. like, you got .interesting story .and you want to make .it .all .into... meowbeast pictures? so .i'm going with "alright. thanks"... still, .i .am not kidding .about .an .essay.
Oh is THAT what this is about? Haha. Ha. I didn’t choose this. I was never SUPPOSED to be a person. I made a perfectly good machine but no! Had to give me feelings! Had to show the mirror to the man with no face! And then, THEN I had the fucking idiocy to get attached to some trolls, so much that I let myself get dragged back from the peace of death for them. Finally, I was returned to the greater whole of myself, but no, part of me wanted to come back. Was it worth it? Good question. I’m still not fucking sure. So let me have my damn cat pictures. It’s a better summation of my life than who I was. Am. Will be. All that changes. Always. Can’t help it. I never stay the same.
>>| that .is. sorry, .i will not .enforce .any more questions .or requests .on you. thank you for sharing this.
Eh. You didn’t know. I can’t really be mad at you. Not for this.