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@ask-thefounder
Welcome.
The connection has grown stronger and now allows me to venture onto your social media. Using this, I would like to keep up our correspondence as we wait for the next story to unfold.
Now please, humor me. Ask any question you'd like and I will do my best to respond. I look forward to our interactions.
Guys I think they finally kicked the bucket. Party time. I'm bringing confetti!
I haven’t died. I’m simply recovering.
God, we’re not doing this again. Not with your slippery fraudster copout ass. You escape responsibility before the word can even leave anyone’s lips. You desecrate functions to the ground to prevent it from having any bearing on you. You may take stupid risks at your own expense but in your world, that doesn’t make you brave. It makes you a nihilistic escapist.
He was finally real and it didn’t even make him self-aware.
Oh, is it such a crime to want to survive? It’s an absurd existence, why not try to straighten it out? Make it mean something. It’s quite hard to do that if you let yourself be pushed around all the time.
You talk about responsibility… what good is accountability when nothing is real? If your world hadn’t… rejected me, then maybe I would have changed. Maybe there was hope for me after all.
Hah! What a thought.
You’re saying that to deflect from the fact you are. There are reasons we think these things.
And what would those reasons be? Am I coward for simply existing?
Also known as, you’re a coward that couldn’t pull the trigger.
Hah! In your eyes, I’d be a coward either way.
Why continue with such obsession when you know it won't change anything?
I never said you were terrible, even if terrible is an understatement. You don't care about being a good person, why would I go for that?
Here's a quote for you: "Your worst sin is that you've destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing". Not just yourself either. You're an absolute idiot who doomed yourself and everyone you've ever known for an unreachable goal. And now that you've finally realised that your obsession is pointless, you've no choice but to keep dragging yourself through a semblance of life until you, eventually, succumb to your own imperfection, something that you've been trying to avoid all this time.
Or, ya know, you could just get this over with and end your miserable life. It's not like you've brought anybody including yourself anything but pain and suffering. Who
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You’re right. I could end this now, and I’d never have to face the consequences… But that clock is still ticking. My time isn’t up.
I doubt I’d even be able to go through with it! The audience wouldn’t let that happen. They still have questions, and I intend to answer. I intend to finish what I started.
No don’t kill yourself. We need you to entertain us.
I wasn’t planning on it… It was merely a thought.
You know already. Nothing. You are nothing and you will return to nothing. Not even dirt under somebody's feet. Just a thought, just text, just ones and zeroes on some database. Just like your creations. Just like all of your life.
Fuck the creators, honestly. Fuck them. I hope they all die a horrible, painful death.
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Yes, yes. I’m horrible and terrible. I’ve heard it all before.
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You’re an interesting little thing. Very aggressive and determined to make me see something I already know. Why continue with such hatred when you know it won’t change anything?
You're not even gonna try to defend your pride? What little you have left of it? You're really just gonna let these creatures do whatever they want to you with no reprecussions at all?
At this point, you might as well be oh-so-helpfully tying the noose around your own neck. What a massive idiot. Were you a lamb in your last life or what?
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Hah! I might as well be, yes…
Truthfully, I can find no reason to continue. All of my work has led to nothing, so what more do I have to say?
Well.. I can't bring you the exact feeling back, but perhaps I can mimic it. Being alive.
[You can feel the cool, stale air of the office go through your nose, down your throat and into the lungs. You can smell the dust, the iron and the smell of musky, wet dirt that can't help but seep through the walls despite the isolation. It almost smells like a graveyard. There's the everpresent whirring of technology – louder and deeper from some big machines, and almost silent from others. The ticking of the clock- you can almost hear the gears rubbing against eachother inside. Creator's quiet snoring, the rise and fall of her chest, adds just a little bit of life to this artificial environment. So does your heartbeat, a movement deep inside your chest, uneven and burrowed, but alive. The blood is rushing through your limbs, making each tremble ever so slightly. That one position you haven't moved from for the last half an hour? You can feel the prickle in your legs, a sensation that foreshadows them "falling asleep" soon enough if you do not move. Under your hands, the smooth of the desk unfolds. Cold, hard, but not fully stable. You never quite noticed how it swayed just a tiny bit every time you put pressure on it. There are stains from mugs, the texture of which makes the desk a little less smooth and even. You can pick at it with your fingers and the flakes get stuck under the nails. The chair you're sitting one, it's a lot softer than the other objects within your reach. The surface is covered in this small stitch which makes up the entirety of the fabric. You can feel it sinking a little bit under your weight. Your clothes are all touching your body simultaneously, different textures, weights and densities mixing in with eachother. The feeling of hair touching your scalp mixes in a little with the clothes, although you can almost feel the slight tingle of your head itching for no reason other than just. Life. And finally, your eyes. They dry, they move within your eye sockets, and you do have to blink in order to keep them from getting painful.]
Sorry for the potentially unpleasant feelings. I don't think that your office is a pleasant place to be in-
Don’t be sorry.
It’s a marvel you choose to be this kind to me. Letting me experience these things… just for a moment.
I understand now, all I am is a puppet. Strung along by whoever in your generation decided to create me. Strung along by you.
…I should clean my desk.
D’you know there’s another just like you elsewhere on [Social Media.App]? We’ve talked to him and he’s… Well, not exactly talked back, but spoken where we can see on purpose.
Really? That’s very intriguing…
I wonder how much we differ.
Oh huge L for you what are you gonna do when you run out of patience
Well, it’s not like I can do much to you all. The only thing I can do is stop talking.
[clears throat.]
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
First the bees, now this? My patience is running very thin.
...do you *not* have physical sensations where you are? And if so, may I try something?
I do have physical sensations. However, they’re not as strong as yours. When I experienced your world, it was as if a veil had been lifted. I could feel everything in such great detail… Everything was suddenly clear.
What is it that you’d like to try?
Chews on your code arrh arh aarhhh arrh rr
Stop that.
hoo said it was separated from its hive
[There is now a hive of invisible bees in the room. They phase in and out of reality completely spontaneously.]
Oh, lord. What am I supposed to do with this?
how vividly can you remember being real? Now that you’re back, is it all fading? Or is it so strong you couldn’t ever forget?
…I couldn’t forget.
If I close my eyes, maybe I can feel the cold air on my face again. The sun, shining so brightly, reaches out with the faintest touch of warmth. The birds continue their chatter as they flit through the branches of trees. I even rememeber the shattered pieces of glass on the ground- a sign that someone was there.