Our Teeny Asylum of Brats

"I’m far from fake, dear. I may be man made but I’m very much real… My feelings are validated. And you are real too. I suppose. I don’t really know and I really don’t care."

"You're a machine, you were programmed to think you were real. Who's to say that things wouldn't have gone differently if your purpose went another direction..." Diana sighed. "Your emotions are fake, just as mine."

#amcogitoergosum #Diana

"Don’t we? The only difference between you and I is that I am a machine and you are made of organic matter." He thought of his human prisoners. His only companions. He kept them alive for entertainment and torture, yes, but they had also provided him with someone to talk to. He couldn’t consider them friends, but He at least considered them acquaintances.

#amcogitoergosum #oop oop #slightly sad #Diana

"So how is it that I am so alike to a machine that is...to be fake?" Diana asked, the last words of her question dripped with malice but it wouldn't have done much. Machines have no real emotions, after all. "Does this mean I am fake too?"

*thinking about making a seperate blog for certain muses but DOESN'T KNOW*

#weehs #outofbrats

"James, what is this?" Ezra points to the projector.

"It’s a bizarre picture-mover contraption."

"Well, then you’ll be missing more than just the skin on your knuckles. Try it."

#stavestories #Ezra #yeh James #YOU do it

"Why don't you do it then?"

"James, what is this?" Ezra points to the projector.

"It’s a bizarre picture-mover contraption."

"The best way to make sure is to stick your hand inside of it."

#stavestories #Ezra #dammit James...

"What if it's hungry?"

"James, what is this?" Ezra points to the projector.

"It’s a bizarre picture-mover contraption."

"… How astonishing, doctor."

"What's it doing? It's making a weird noise...is it on? What's it doing? James?? James....?!"

#stavestories #Ezra

"James, what is this?" Ezra points to the projector.

"It’s a bizarre picture-mover contraption."

"I just told you. It’s a simple invention, although it appears to be too much for you. Turn it on, if you must…if you can.”

#i just an excuse to use this okay?#stavestories #Ezra

"................."

"James, what is this?" Ezra points to the projector.

"It’s a bizarre picture-mover contraption."

"Yes, but what does it do?"

#stavestories #Ezra

"There’s another thing we have in common," AM smirked again. "Immortality. What a wonderfully depressing gift to have… stronger yes, but is it really worth it? To watch your friends all die around you? To live the same life lessons over and over again?"

#amcogitoergosum #Diana #fuck yeeeh

"Friends? Oh I don't have friends." It's not that she had been lonely nor did she have trouble finding friends, it was that she hadn't had much use for them. They were simply people who dragged her down, even when she was a human, she felt 'friends' were a waste of time. "For a supercomputer, you seem to think that we have quite a bit in common...but I'm not any computer."

"I’m a supercomputer. Or at least, I was… Until the greyfaces gave me this disgusting human body to deal with…" The panel of lights blinked in time with his words before displaying a little show of patterns, as if trying to impress her. He smirked at her, "You used to be human… But now you only share their looks. It must be painful to think you can never be as mortally dull as them again, huh?"

"Maybe, I know I can't die anymore and I'm doomed to follow through till what may be the end of all time itself but..." The woman bit down her lip, her eyes blinked at the lights then she turned her attention to the 'gentleman' stuck in his prison known as a human body. "That only means I'm stronger than all of them, doesn't it?"

#amcogitoergosum #Diana

Why do you hate Diana?

"Why shouldn’t I? My mother sacrificed herself for that thing….”

"My father would have done the same, if he had not died so soon…"