[ there's no limit to how many androids i can befriend, is there?
"thank you... for giving meaning to my life."
something surges in her systems, a brief spark of recognition at his words, and she sets her jaw against the memories. all that matters is the present, he says, and she doesn't argue the sentiment. she had carried the weight of the past for so long that it has become a part of her, melded into her chassis and through her circuitry to settle side by side with her black box. it is difficult to let go, but in truth, she doesn't want to let go.
how many more will end up hurting in the end? how many more will she lose? ]
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"thank you... for giving meaning to my life."
something surges in her systems, a brief spark of recognition at his words, and she sets her jaw against the memories. all that matters is the present, he says, and she doesn't argue the sentiment. she had carried the weight of the past for so long that it has become a part of her, melded into her chassis and through her circuitry to settle side by side with her black box. it is difficult to let go, but in truth, she doesn't want to let go.
how many more will end up hurting in the end? how many more will she lose? ]
There's not much of us left, anyway.