#cyborg angst

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Gears shift. A shutter opens before the eye lid does.

Awake again. For whatever value that had.

Slide out of a bed he probably does not need, but just collapsing on the floor or balancing oneself against a wall seems.... keep the bed.

Sleep or downtime was still... well it let the mind wander. It was less stress on components. It let him slow down. It let information be processed at a speed that didn't seem frenetic.

Why bother?

Because not bothering would shatter the illusion.

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🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

What if he is dead, and this is just a machine pretending to be him?

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Amadeus, can you simualte your own consciousness?

Yes.

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"No your joints are just less flexible"

"ha ha"

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a trait they’re ashamed of

The Machine trait.

Usually.

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something they do that hurts themself

Amadeus's simultaneous enjoyment of being a cyborg and shame and desire to conceal it have done him no favors.

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Lord Captain. Favourite and least favourite attachments you have?

*deep sighing*

The grappling hook hand was a terrible idea.

The ones I currently have on me are my favorites, else I wouldn't have them. Clearly.

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Never have I ever: abandoned humanity

*zones out staring at the glass*